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The field hospital's through there.

Unload these trucks as quickly as possible.

Little tyke's bloody hungry, he is.

Here-

looks like he's yours from now on.

I'll get you fed.

I'll try and find some food.

Merci, mon Pere.

Soyez prudente.

C'est un miracle, Le petit qui a survi.

Et qu'est devenue la maman?

Elle est morte.

Et vous, mon enfant, D'ou venez-vous?

Ah, je suis...

Canadienne, je suis Canadienne.

Ah, Canadienne!

C'est tres bon.

On a beaucoup de Canadiens

ici dans notre village.

Vous cherchez une famille

pour s'occuper De I'enfant, c'est ca?

Oui, ah... s'il vous plait, Watch him.

Garde-le, s'il vous plait, While I help les malades.

Have you seen Dr. Blythe here?

He's supposed to have returned

from the clearing station.

I know they were trying to

evacuate the station when we left.

None of them troops have returned yet.

Oh, I'm so close. I just saw him.

You'll meet up again, love. Calm down.

I'm sorry. I've been searching for months.

Did any of the American troops come here?

Sorry, love -- all this noise about yanks joining the war,

and I haven't seen one of them set foot on French soil yet.

I see.

Can I help?

Some of them blokes are in dire pain.

Go slip one of these under their tongues with a little water.

Morphine.

Hello.

Anne?

Anne?

Anne!

Oh, my lord.

Fred?

It is you.

Fred.

Oh, Fred, we thought we'd lost you.

Not yet.

Oh, gracious providence.

All Avonlea's taken you for dead.

C-can you find someone to treat this?

Yes...yes, of course, of course.

Fred, here.

Here, Fred.

Slip this under your tongue.

Right, all right, I'll come back.

Oh, gracious providence.

Oh, Fred...hang on.

Nurse, nurse, can you get someone to help

clean and disinfect this soldier's wound.

Sorry, dear. Soon as a doctor's free.

All right.

Fred, oh, Fred.

How are my little ones, Anne?

How's Diana?

Everyone was fine, I think.

Uh...I've written to Diana.

I've been travelling around so much, she doesn't know how to...

Fred...I'm prattling on.

They say I can't fight anymore.

C-can you get me home?

Gil can help.

Gil?

I saw him at the field hospital.

He's coming from the clearing station.

All right, Fred.

Is anyone going Back to Bar-le-duc?

There's nothing left.

The Germans completely razed the field hospital.

Did you see my husband leave?

I don't know.

Well didn't he leave the clearing station?

Please tell me what happened.

Fred!

Fred?

Oh, my god.

Oh, no, no, no.

Dominic!

Mon Pere!

Father...

Oh, no.

Dominic...Dominic!

Here we go, here we go.

Help me, please help me.

I have to get this man loaded on.

'I help.

I'll help you.

Where's this convoy departing for?

All the way to Boulogne, I think.

I have to get a few of these casualties back to England.

This whole town has to keep moving!

Ah, Mrs. Blythe.

We need you over here.

Get that ambulance over here!

Step this way. Hurry now.

Please, My husband didn't get out, did he?

I can't say. Get in please-

we've no time to even think.

No, wait! Wait please! The baby!

Give it up to one of the towns women, please!

Oh, it's like A state of siege, isn't it?

You can't take the mum away from her baby.

Will you get out of the bloody way, we're trapped!

Any other vehicles from Bar-le-duc?

No, this is it.

Everybody else left in the field is either captured or killed.

I have to go to the convoy that's departing for Boulogne.

I have a friend in the truck up ahead. I have to see that he gets out.

Well you just relax. Can't get any worse for him.

Load the men back on.

Can't afford to spend the night in this area. Come on.

Load the men back on!

He needs to be fed.

Can we get some milk?

You help unload.

I'll take him to the infirmary.

I've got him.

Right.

W-Where's Officer Wright?

He was in your truck.

You want to find somebody, lady?

Get back on the next convoy to the front.

But stop wandering around

when these men are clambering for help.

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

You settle down now.

Let me help you.

Soldier, listen to me.

Look, look at me.

You must listen to me.

Nurse?

Officer Wright?

He's over there, Ma'am.

Doctor...

I know this man.

How can I help him?

Well, I had to amputate the arm to remove the gangrene.

But I've done all that I can do.

See that he's lucky enough to get shipped out.

Fred.. Fred?

What's going to happen to me?

I'm going to get you home.

Fred, I'm going to get you home.

I saw their faces when you went missing.

I'm going to get you home to your children.

Can I get him on the next ship out of port?

All right.

Cover him up,

and don't anyone hear him cry.

- We're leaving for Paris, 'tilda.

The station at the embassy

needs massive help.

Excuse me?

Can I, can I trouble you further?

Yes.

Can you...can you take this note to the embassy

on the chance that my husband's whereabouts

become known to the red cross?

My man is missing too.

It's all we can do but try.

I'll get you home, Fred.

You'll see your loved ones soon.

You'll be all right, Fred.

Fred.

Here Fred.

Fred here.

This is the first stage of the journey home

I'll verify this is the place.

You go ahead, Anne.

We'll be fine.

No, we've not seen hide nor hair

of that Garrison chap for months.

He requested that we leave everything as is.

I had my concerns at one point he was a spy.

He said everything was paid for.

Oh, yes, to the letter.

Always six months in advance.

And we do like those American greenbacks.

Are you a relative, dear?

Oh, heavens no.

I'm Canadian.

I worked with Mr. Garrison in New York.

Not married?

I have a child

and an invalid Officer to support,

if you know of any jobs.

Few jobs these days, with everyone evacuating the city.

We're on tenterhooks for this horror to end.

I'm strong from so much physical work at the front.

And I'm prepared to do any manual labour,

even here at the hotel.

Well, per--

- Only opportunity for women these days

is volunteer work and such at the red cross.

Thank you.

We hope you'll be comfortable.

I can't promise anything, Madame.

Mr. Wright is on a list for the earliest shipment

of vets back to Canada in two months.

Nothing sooner?

Only if you're willing to pay.

She says the children are well.

Not a word about herself.

How is Anne?

Doesn't ask about me.

Oh, Fred.

Let me help.

Fred.

Last thing she told me was how

She prayed you two would have another chance.

She loves you, Fred.

It's hard being cooped up in here

with you typing like a fiend.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize I was bothering you.

I'm just trying to get these notes from the front typed up

while they're still fresh in my mind -- There.

All these months I wish I had it in me to say goodbye to them.

Maybe I should get out and get some air.

Thank you.

Probably do us both some good.

All right.

Everything's going to be fine, Fred.

I'll get you home.

You'll see your loved ones soon.

If they can bear the sight of me.

- Over here, Miss.

- Missy!.

Where is this Mr. Garrison posted?

He's connected to a General Pershing. That's all I know.

We last saw each other At Bar-le-duc.

Well General Pershing is involved right now

in setting up a telephone network across France.

If I were to send a cable to the General?

Well you can only try.

Baby arrived safely in London.

Not everything worked out.

Contact as soon as possible.

Awaiting instructions.

All right, we'll see what we can do.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Nothing...But I think they're bombing the city.

The Zeps are coming.

Everyone, down to the basement.

Down to the basement, please.

All the way down To the basement, please.

Everything's under control. All the way down.

Everyone, down to the basement, please.

Down to the basement. That's it, ma'am.

Down to the basement. All the way down.

Thank you, Sir.

Mind your step, love.

I hate this stupid old war.

When can I go back to sleep?

Soon, soon.

You'll remind him some day

he learned to toddle while London burned.

Ha, ha, wonky little thing.

Let me out of here.

Fred.. Fred.

You're all right.

You're safe down here.

You're safe. Come on.

Not to worry, everyone.

Good excuse to clear out

this load of old rubbish.

Can I hold him, Madame?

All right.

Your baby's no till, I hope.

Oh, no, no. He's quite fine now.

Just got a little cough.

I only ask because...

My husband...He nearly died at the front from the pneumonia.

He's home on leave soon.

All we can think about's getting back to his people in Canada.

Where in Canada?

Halifax.

Ha, ha, no.

I taught in Halifax for five years. We're from Prince Edward Island,

just off the coast Of Nova Scotia.

My dad used to sing To us about Canada.

So farewell to Nova Scotia, You sea-bound coast

let your mountains dark and dreary be

for when I'm far away on the briny ocean tossed

will you ever give a sigh and a wish for me...

"Dear Mrs. Blythe:"

"We regret to inform you that the whereabouts of your husband"

"Captain Gilbert Blythe"

"Are currently unknown."

"We have reason to believe that the enemy”

"may have captured Captain Blythe."

This, um, what does this, what does this mean?

No one knows conclusively if he's dead.

When a prisoner of war's tags

are returned through the red cross,

the prisoner may have been moved to another camp,

or simply disappeared.

Someone must know where he went.

He's the head of his division.

I'm very sorry, Madame.

Please...He didn't just cease to exist.

Under the circumstances,

I don't believe they can claim

the individual as missing in action.

Dr. Blythe, like many other medical personel,

may have been captured and forced to work for the enemy.

He may have come in contact With certain information

that made him a target -- We just don't know.

What... In heaven's name?

The Findlays asked us downstairs for tea.

I come back to find this.

Where's Dominic?

With the Findlay's. What's going on, Anne?

I don't know.

How much do you really know

about Jack Garrison -- Where is he?

I don't know.

I spoke to the DODDS. They don't seem really concerned.

Someone must be watching us.

Diana hasn't been able to arrange passage.

- Fred! - We have to get home-

I'm doing my best.

Just be grateful you're as safe as you are.

Well, it's possible it may have been a thief, Mrs. Blythe.

But, then again, nothing was stolen.

Uh...has this ever happened before?

No, the room has been sealed for months-

at Mr. Garrison's request.

Are you sure couldn't have been Officer Wright?

You have to admit he's been acting awfully erratically.

Thank you for looking after Dominic for me.

It's all right.

We had a lovely afternoon together.

I received some news today about my husband.

I found out he was a P.O.W. in Germany.

What do you mean, "was."

No one seems to know what's happened to him.

I'm so sorry.

But I keep thinking...

If he was really dead,

surely I would know that in my heart.

I would feel a terrible...emptiness.

You can understand that?

Can't you, Mrs. Findlay?

Shh...I know, I know, Anne.

You mustn't give up hope.

Wh-- let go fo me! Ahh!

Shh, shh, shh. It's me. It's Jack.

It's Jack. Don't be frightened.

Are you ok? You ok?

What are you trying to do? Scare me half to death?

I have been waiting and waiting.

This is the only safe place for us to talk.

Where have you been?

I'm sorry it's taken so long.

Colette and I need to meet

so we can make arrangements for the, for...

What?

Colette is dead, Jack.

There was a...

-The boy?

He's safe. I tried to contact you.

Where is he?

He's in the apartment.

I can't let anyone know I'm here.

Help me.

Get me into the apartment?

Yes.

Someone broke in to the apartment.

Did you see anyone?

- No. Why can't anyone know that you're here?

Who's watching Dominic?

I left him with a friend.

Let's hope it's still here.

Can't you tell me what you're up to?

I'm involved in something very important.

I need to make sure you and Dominic are safe.

I know I can trust you implicitly, Anne.

I want to send him back to Canada.

No, no. Don't do that.

My plans have changed now.

Colette and I weren't married.

But Dominic...

He's my flesh and blood.

It was never my intention to get involved with Colette.

But I did.

And I loved her.

You better hurry.

I should never have encouraged them to come with me.

No, you shouldn't have.

Nor put me in the middle of this.

Look...

I'm involved in American government

Underground efforts to end the war.

But I'm being followed.

I need you to stay put until I can contact you

with arrangements for Dominic.

I can't stay here indefinitely.

It won't be for that long.

Anne, you can't tell anyone.

You can't tell the neighbours,

You can't tell any guests in the hotel, no one,

no one, that I've been here.

Well where will you go?

I got your last cable through Pershing.

You can eave any messages for me at the embassy.

I got to get out of here.

Did you ever find your husband?

His field unit was captured at Neuf Chateau.

I plan to go back for him.

You never give up, do you?

No.

Promise to take care of my boy if anything happens to me.

What's going to happen to you Jack?

Nothing.

Nothing, for the moment. Just promise me.

I promise.

Thank you.

Come and join us, Anne -- You need a solid breakfast

before a long day's job hunt.

I'll be fine.

You've been more than generous.

I insist.

Fade away to nothing, you will.

I'm actually very hungry, thank you.

I'll just grab a sweater for Dominic.

Can I order for you?

Thank you, Fred.

I'm beginning to feel like we're a married couple.

Let's get some food.

Mrs. Blythe?

My name's Fergus Keegan.

I'm editor-in-chief of the London illustrated Dispatch.

I was hoping to introduce myself.

Jack Garrison used to work for us.

And I was wondering if you'd had contact with him.

No, I'm afraid not.

Are you waiting here to meet him for some reason?

I- No- I knew Jack in New York.

And he's just lent my friend and me his apartment

while we're here in London.

Forgive me -- Jack used to feed us reports

concerning events at the front, and he is sorely missed.

We were very successful at selling his stories

to the American papers.

And I was hoping that he would be returning to London.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Excuse me, but how do you know me?

The hotel manager mentioned that you

were staying in Jack's apartment

and that you were looking for work.

And I may be of some assistance there. You are a writer?

Yes, I am.

I'm not planning on being in London for much longer,

but a job would be very much appreciated.

Yes, well,

I would be only too happy to meet you at my office,

if you're interested, and we can discuss any positions

that might be available at the newspaper.

Here...My card.

Well, thank you very much.

And you will keep us informed if you receive

any more information concerning Jack?

We'd be most obliged.

Good day.

Good day.

Uh, did Mr. Keegan have anything for you, Mrs. Blythe?

Yes, he gave me his card.

Oh well, he's a good man, Mrs. Blythe.

Mr. Garrison always spoke so highly of him.

Maybe he can help you locate your husband.

They have wire services there

and so many fancy new methods of communication.

Well, thank you for mentioning it I was in need of a job.

How do you know him?

So many journalists have resided here over the years.

It's a close little circle.

Well, thank you again.

Hello. Mr. Fergus Keegan, please.

Thank you.

Mrs. Blythe, I am so glad that you called -- Please.

I decided to take you up on your offer.

But, as I mentioned, I'll only be staying in London

for a little while longer before I return to the front.

Well, we do have a temporary post

that requires prompt placement.

The researcher to our society columnist,

Maude Montrose, has left her position.

Sounds intriguing.

Would it be possible for me to utilize any--

Excuse me.

Wages here are one pound, six shillings a week.

That should be fine.

As I was saying,

I would like to avail myself of

the information bureau and the wire service,

if it's not an imposition, Sir.

I'd happily pay out of my own wages.

No no no, my secretary will be glad to introduce you

to any of the journalists or war correspondents

that come in and out of our wire service bureau.

And, after all, one good turn always deserves another.

Fergus!

You completely forgot to specify typing speed.

The ad is exactly as you requested, my dear.

Maude Montrose,

meet Mrs. Anne Blythe.

Miss Montrose,

my background is

mostly editorial -- Winfield Publishing house in New York.

I can type 50 words a minute.

Well, we have an agreement.

Please.

You'll be working as her assistant

but, in reality, you'll be working for me.

Frankly, Mrs. Blythe, we need someone

to keep an eye on Maudie.

She has a large clientele of socialites,

many of whom try to express their own views in her column.

Sometimes her approach to politics

is a tad, um, misguided.

Warning me ahead of time of any sensitive matters

that might crop up in her column

would save us all a great deal of trouble.

Well, we have an agreement.

Oh, please.

I was raised in Manhattan.

You're not going to burden me

with some perfidious, little New York editor.

Now, now.

Don't worry, Mrs. Blythe. She won't bite.

I'll leave you two to get acquainted.

Well, the job is a temporary one, Anne Blythe,

until I can move faster on my feet.

Now let me be frank, darling.

My column is the most widely read

in this boring paper.

I'll do my best.

Any writing to do, I'm happy to oblige.

My one mundane chore here...

Is a sleepy, little column called

"helpful hints for house and home,"

buried in the classifieds.

See what ideas you can dredge up for next week.

Your desk is over there.

I told you I wanted someone who met my criteria.

Oh, I see.

You just have to hire this one, don't you, Fergus?

Why don't you have her cover the Harrington benefit?

Perhaps she'll do the world of good.

Hmm.

Gil!

What is "helpful hints" doing on the cover of this rag?

Selling papers.

Women want to read stories

about other women's contributions to the war effort.

Of course they do.

It was my idea.

Mrs. Blythe has captured the enthusiasm of legions of women

who are starting to protest the war.

Look at this:

"Sacrifice and loss"

"are the burden of women on the home front.

"Like the officer who struggles throughout the trenches,”

"there is never a moment of release”

"for the loved ones who wait days and weeks"

"in fear of the report of their impending loss."

When could you ever write with such empathy?

Could the French embassy go back

to the Red Cross for more information?

I have a good contact there who could at least

verify the source of your letter.

I'm sorry.

We were to meet at 2:00.

It would be delightful

if you could put the same intensity into my needs.

Where are today's proofs?

Photos?

The guest list?

Published menu?

Looks delicious.

The advance "at home" listing?

Well, you've forgotten the catering "who's who" lists...

That was to accompany this.

And you've had time to do your little helpful hints.

Who's helping who this week?

You mean my report on British women

assisting at the front.

Well, your report, yes...

Penned by Jack Garrison.

I beg your pardon?

You do know Jack garrison, don't you?

Well, I introduced Jack to Keegan, darling.

I'm sorry about my column ending up on the front page...

If that's what's upsetting you.

A word of advice.

Whatever information Jack is feeding you for that

sleepy little column should be burned.

What information would Jack be feeding me?

I haven't heard from him in weeks.

You let Jack know

that Keegan has been selling his secret codes

to foreign hands for months.

Um, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

Excuse me.

She thinks you put my column on the front page

So Jack can feed secret codes and information through me.

Oh, it all seems rather preposterous.

Do you think he's a spy?

...wouldn't know.

Maude has a rather overwrought imagination

she's typically American in that way.

She might say anything to pretend

that she was in Jack's circle.

It's very sad.

She should stick to what she does best.

She has such a strong following.

But for some people, the other man's grass is always greener.

Thank you so much for coming to see me.

Oh, Mrs. Blythe,

have you ever considered public speaking?

I have to attend a local fundraiser

for the Salvation Army.

And your column has attracted so much attention,

I'm sure that they'd rather hear you than me.

I'd be honoured, Mr. Keegan.

Oh, by the way, how is Jack's little boy?

I should think Jack

must be most anxious to see him.

He's doing very well, thank you.

Oh, Mrs. Blythe, there's a phone call for you.

You can take it on the extension.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Jack, where are you?

No, I can't hear you.

I'll meet you in Paris, then.

No...no, I don't want to keep him here,

I want to send him back to Canada.

It's absolutely The safest.

It won't be long before I can afford the tickets.

I'm working.

For Fergus Keegan at the dispatch.

Fergus Keegan.

In the lobby. Why?

Hello?

I heard from Jack Garrison tonight.

He wants me to stay here till he can

make arrangements to bring Dominic to France.

Don't be insane

the Findlays have arranged passage for all of us.

I know.

But I can't leave until I know what's happened to Gil.

You never saw what I did.

Next time, you may not get out.

Gil wouldn't want you to go back and neither do.

Look, why don't you sleep in the bed tonight, hmm?

You've got us this far.

I owe my life to you,

but I think it's time we all go home.

We're a thrown-together family, Fred.

Maybe this is it.

Maybe you two are all the family I'll ever know.

But I'm going back to try and find Gil...If I can.

Anne Blythe has skyrocketed to prominence

at our newspaper for her thought-provoking

and heartfelt attempts to reach out

to the female population and get them

to feel something about this war.

Mrs. Anne Blythe.

Good afternoon.

I know you all have loved ones at the front

fulfilling their duties.

My husband too believed he had a duty.

And that makes him just like your husbands, brothers, sons.

They all believe that, even if they sacrifice their lives,

it wouldn't be in vain.

They could die knowing

they had helped end this terrible war.

I have been to the front.

And there is little to be proud of now.

There's no glory.

Only horror, loss and devastation.

Until the women of the British empire stand up

and openly acknowledge the suffering,

this war may never end.

I say enough is enough.

Our duty

is to bring our men home.

You caused quite a stir.

I think Mr. Keegan's of the school

that any publicity is good publicity.

A group smashed up this office when Keegan allowed

a pro-German piece on the sinking of the Lusitania.

I should use the side door regularly if I were you.

Thanks for the information about the German camps.

British medical personel are often kept in isolation.

Big shortage of doctors.

Perhaps the same thing happened to your husband.

Thank you.

Missing something, Miss Montrose?

I warned you that this position was only temporary, Mrs. Blythe.

I no longer require Your assistance.

Mr. Keegan can employ you if you decide to stay.

I'll finish my assignment this afternoon.

Clean out my desk.

Mrs. Blythe, there are things going on outside

that we have no control over.

Don't play into Keegan's hands.

I only want to help Jack.

What does this have to do with Jack?

Oh, come now.

He's been springing prisoners, gathering information

before the yanks even stepped into France.

He truly believes that the Americans can end the war.

And so do l.

Jack could expose Keegan as a traitor,

but Jack doesn't want to tip his hand just yet.

Who wrote this?

Jack did.

I managed to alert him -- Jack's changed the codes

and he's feeding his information to American papers

through The Gazette.

Anne, I have important news.

Please come in.

Yes, Mr. Keegan?

Sit down.

Maude has left the dispatch.

Would you ever consider taking over her column?

Oh.

She told me she didn't need me any more.

She never mentioned anything about quitting.

Well, that's Maude, always trying to pretend

she has the last word.

We had 10 years together.

It was time.

I very much appreciate the opportunity you've proposed,

but I've made up my mind today that I'm returning

to Canada with my friends.

You're not giving up on your husband surely.

I hear the boys in the office were most helpful.

No, I'm not giving up, but I... I figure if all the rumours

are true, that the war will end soon,

maybe he will be released.

What about Jack's whereabouts -- I noticed he had

a piece in The Gazette about the armistice.

He never did contact me.

Thank you again for the opportunity.

I've learned a great deal here.

Yes, I'm sure you have.

Tell me, will you be taking Jack's baby with you?

Yes, I think that would be safest.

Well, good luck, Mrs. Blythe.

We will miss you.

Goodbye.

Thank you, Ma'am. Good day.

Anne, you're finally here.

This is my husband, George.

How do you do, Mrs. Blythe?

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

My wife has spoken of your determination and courage.

Not today, I'm afraid.

He has everything secured

to leave on Tuesday.

Will you join us in the sitting room?

Yes, that would be lovely.

I'll just clean Dominic up

and I'll be right down.

Hello. I missed you today.

Yes...

That's a dirty face.

I've spoken to Jack.

We need to discuss travel arrangements for Dominic

and for your husband.

Fred.

This is Miss Montrose from the dispatch.

How do you do?

The Findlays wanted to play a game of bridge.

I came up to get the cards.

Would you care to join us downstairs

for a drink, Miss Montrose?

I'm afraid that I can't intrude, Mrs. Blythe.

I'll wait for you outside.

Fred, could you Please take Domenic

for a moment while I see Miss Montrose out?

The Findlays are really hoping you'll be joining us.

Fred, I'll only be a moment.

What do you mean make travel arrangements "for my husband',

where is he?

I haven't much time. We can speak over here.

Why did you leave the paper?

I want to get home to the US.

I've had enough of London society.

Where is my husband?

Jack has contacted me and he's explained everything.

He thinks he's found a connection in Germany.

Maude is a pal.

Bring Dominic to me.

I can get you to your husband.

You could be making this up.

You can't take that chance.

Who are you really?

I'm one of a group of loyal Americans

committed to bringing about peace.

I don't understand.

What do you want from me?

Our efforts require your help.

The Garrisons own a chateau in Belgium.

Kit Garrison, Jack's aunt,

runs a local hospice and orphanage there.

Now, Jack thinks that the war is just about to end.

The child will be perfectly safe there.

And I will obtain the proper papers

for you to travel to Liege.

Kit Garrison has certain valuables

that have to be brought across,

but she's too well-known with the enemy authorities.

Now, these valuables can be used

to buy medical supplies on the black market,

and also assist Jack in bribing

certain important people behind the lines.

Now, if you return with the valuables,

they can be safely carried in--

If?

...Once you're there.

Jack's connections will help you find your husband.

None of us are safe right now.

I know that.

Well, the train leaves at Noon tomorrow from Portsmouth.

Tomorrow?

You do want to return the boy, don't you?

Yes, of course I do.

W-Why do you Think I wouldn't?

Well, when you first came to my office,

I didn't know what you were up to.

You're a good little poker player.

It's been a lovely visit.

Mon bebe.

Promettez-moi.

I promise.

You'll be safe.

You seem like you're running away.

I'm going back to France.

There's a chance I can find Gil.

What's wrong, Anne?

Don't tell the DODDS about my leaving. Promise me, Fred.

I promise.

Why are you being so elusive?

What am I going to tell the Findlays?

They bought our tickets.

Driver.

Anne, if you're in some kind of trouble, let us help.

No, it's nothing. Don't worry.

Thank you for being so good to us. I'll never forget you.

Guard him with your life, Fred.

Anne you're talking like we'll never see you again.

You'll see me in a couple--

Anne you can't run off like this.

Mrs. Findlay, take the baby. I don't want him with me here Fred.

Waterloo station, driver.

Hurry, my love.

Oh, look at the soldiers.

Garrison is involved in this, isn't he?

You have no idea the kind of danger you could be walking into.

Please, Fred. Say goodbye and go.

Go!

Mrs. Blythe!

Ha, ha, Mrs. Blythe.

I came to say goodbye.

We must be brief. Keegan may have followed me.

I'm sorry we're unable to travel together.

I'm on my way to New York.

Well, thank you so much for seeing me off.

Officer Wright came to say goodbye too.

I've taken the liberty of switching your tickets to first class, thinking

you might find it more comfortable to travel with the child.

I'm so glad that you haven't changed your mind.

No, I haven't.

But Officer Wright is taking Dominic back to Canada.

Make sure you check your tickets before boarding.

And please give my regards to Mr. Keegan

if you two should meet.

I will.

What was that about?

What's going on?

Oh, come.

Fred, I have no time.

Please, go, before there's any trouble.

And don't ever let him out of your sight. Promise me.

What kind of trouble?

You just go straight down there.

Your first left.

Here's a locker key for Portsmouth.

Open it once you arrive.

Jack could expose Keegan as a traitor

to British intelligence, but doesn't want to tip his hand.

Don't dare send Dominic to Canada.

Keegan will stop at nothing to protect himself,

even if it means taking Jack's child.

Excuse me, excuse me, please.

Fred... I have to take him.

Anne, what are you doing?

I have to take him with me.

Anne, you're not thinking clearly.

Fred, let him go.

I can't explain. Please forgive me.

Anne.

- I'm going to miss my train. - Anne, don't do this.

Hold on, son, hold on. Stand back.

Passengers only, please.

Anne!

Excuse me.

Shall I hold your little boy?

Uh, no, thank you.

Portsmouth, Portsmouth.

Newspaper here! Get your newspaper!

Newspaper!

Come and get it!

Newspaper here!

Do you need a hand, Madam?

No.

Come and get your paper! Newspaper!

Don't take a chance on wearing this nun's habit yet.

Wait until you're off the boat in France.

Tickets and directions to the Manoir de Boone Esperance

in Belgium are enclosed.

I'm trusting you to get my boy back.

Passeport, Madame.

Non, desole. Il est interdit aux femmes de voyager.

All foreigner women must be registered for travel.

No good. Very sorry.

But...

Jeez, those honest-to-god American girls look so great to me.

You know what? These godforsaken uniforms are starting to drive me nuts.

You're telling me.

You know when I came over here I still had my silk stockings?

Yeah I remember that. Yeah.

You remember where it's gone now?

Mud.

Mud and more mud.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you're from stateside.

Are you with the YWCA?

Ha, ha, ha, oh, god...

No.

We're actresses.

We're under contract.

For the boys.

- For the boys.

We're heading to the front -- The French military

won't let any more women than necessary into the danger zone,

so we're stuck wearing these dudes.

I threatened to turn all of France into a danger zone

if they kept us from our duty any longer.

Uh, are you registered to travel across the front?

Actually, we spent the last- what? Eight days stuck in Paris

trying to explain to the government

how come we're exempt from all these bloody rules.

Yeah, we got our registration papers.

Why, where are you going?

I'm going to Brussels, and to Liege,

hopefully, if I can get through.

Why don't you stick with us? We can get you in.

Yeah, we'd love a challenge.

I'm gonna get her a different get-up.

Maybe the Red Cross or Sally Anne.

Uh...no, it's all right, thank you.

Vos permits, s'il vous plait.

Allez-y.

Hey.

Who'd you knock off to get your hands on that get-up?

No, I do imitations.

I dance a little. I tell stories.

You know, like this big Baldwin locomotive

pulls up into the shed with 4,000 Yanks.

I jumps up on the platform,

doing a handspring to boot, no less.

"Hey, boys, are we downhearted?” I yells.

And I hear this ear-splitting, "Hell no!"

Ha, ha, I tell you...

It is the biggest show on earth.

This war has got me

hook, line and sinker.

Never knowing which song's your last kind of spurs you on.

I envy you.

What are you talking about?

You're acting your blessed heart out right now.

You bring happiness into people's lives.

Happiness, oh, jeez.

Have another nip there, Sister Anne. Ha, ha...

I don't even know who the devil I am any more.

We've all been swept up in some tidal wave...

Keeping on the surface for fear we'll drown.

And you do drown.

You do drown.

Along comes some 19-year-old Jimmy something or other, Huh,

from Tulamassoo, Idaho, to pay a call

and tell you about his latest loves.

Oh, and he vows nobody can hold a candle to you.

Then, psst, gone.

Killed before the same hour the next day.

Sometimes, I, I, I can't stop bawling.

I only manage to keep singing my songs

by looking over their heads and not into their faces.

Yeah, well, she's got a bullet

from every guy she ever fell for.

Yeah, ha, ha... There ain't a blank one in the bunch.

Look, I keep them alive in here.

What was that?

Salut.

Vous avez vu-- I'enfant?

Dans ce compartiment.

Ah bon.

Anne-

Mesdames.

Allez, passeports.

Allez, allez, vos papiers.

All right, all right, here.

Here, here.

Here...Sorry.

Et le bebe?

C'est un orphelin.

Busch, euh, Busch, euh... C'est un nom allemand ca.

Espion allemand Peut-etre, hein?

German? I'm yankee doodle.

Busch? Can you believe he thinks I'm some kind of German beer.

C'est quoi ca? Imposteur Anglais, hein?

Non.

Hey! What are you doing?

Give me the baby!

Anne, Anne!

Anne...

Hey, what are you doing?

Anne!

Dominic...

Where's Dominic.

I don't know.

They threw Mag in the clink, the jerks.

With her bloody name and these blasted German-coloured uniforms

and your accent, they think we're a bunch of spies.

Spies.

Oh, my lord.

Forget it. The doors are barred.

They're going to do no such thing.

What are you doing?

How fast can you dig?

What are you doing?

Come on, come on, dig. Dig faster.

- Alright. What are you doing?

I don't know...Not sure yet.

Fill it with coal. Hurry!

Here, here.

Give me your shells.

No, no, not my boys.

Give me your shells. I just want the gunpowder.

You can keep the shells.

Not my boys. All right, all right, here.

Look, at this point, it's their way of saying thanks.

Here.

Got a match?

Yeah. Sure.

And your flask while you're at it.

Oh, jeez..Whiskey doesn't work

unless you're having a good time.

Here.

Ok, ok, stand back.

Elsie, run for the woods.

No, I can't go without Maggie. Don't worry about us.

You just keep on treading water. Go, go, go.

Mais ou va-t-Elle avec cet enfant?

Ou allez-vous?

Les autres, par ici!

Vers la gauche, tout le monde.

C'est ca, C'est ca.

Et c'est bien.

Viens, mon viuex.

Voila, voila.

Comme-ci, com me-ca, voila.

Je cherche une petite soeur, euh, avec bebe.

Je suis desole.

Je ne l'ai pas vue.

Non, non, je suis desole.

You're sorry.

Arretez...Arretez!

Arretez!

Je cherche le Manoir de Boone Esperance.

Le chateau de... Madame Kit Garrison.

Oui, on y va au Manoir.

Venez, ma soeur.

Merci, merci.

Qu'est-ce qui se passe?

Merci.

Anne!

Anne!

Why didn't you wait at the station?

Trust you to find your own way.

Let me see your face.

Dominic...My boy.

My boy.

It's all right.

Yeah.

We made it.

I think we made it.

You've done something more important than you can imagine.

You're very brave, Anne.

Very, very brave.

Anne Shirley, my dear, you've never looked saintlier.

And you've brought our Dominic home.

Are... Are we s-safe?

Well, they've killed the animals,

bay one tied the furniture

and poured 200 pots of jam into my grand piano,

but this war is over.

The Kaiser abdicated.

The war's going to end.

And Dominic will be very safe here with Aunt Kit.

Oh, let's get you all inside.

Welcome to one of my father's many extravagances:

an impossibly large chateau in the middle

of no-man's-land for summer holidays.

This is where the children play

after lessons and before bed.

This is Regine and this is Dominic.

Will you take him under your wing?

He's going to stay for a while with us.

He reminds me of Colette.

Thank you.

Anne, you look as if you've been dragged through the mud.

Let someone look after you for a change.

Each of these will save hundreds of lives with medical supplies,

what otherwise be impossible to procure now...

And assist Jack to bring this blessed war to an end.

You needn't worry about this young fellow any more.

He's safe here. Bye-bye.

As long as I live.

Bye.

Wave, Dominic, wave.

I never thought it was going to feel like this...

Giving him up for good.

Don't worry.

You'll see Dominic again.

I kept thinking about Gil,

all the reasons that I came here.

I don't want to go into Germany, if he doesn't exist.

Please, tell me the truth, Jack.

Truth?

Open my bag.

Why?

Open the bag.

Look in the file.

Not that one; the other one.

See the signature?

Where? Where?

What?

Where did you get this?

I sprang a P.O.W. a couple of months ago.

Found a medical certificate in his gear.

A month ago?

Unfortunately, the little group I'm with has its work cut out.

We're assigned to bribe certain German officials into a meeting in France,

so the allies can conclude an armistice.

I have every intention of doing whatever

I can to help you, Anne.

Move it!

Move! Move it!

Keep going.

Move!

Don't stop! Don't stop keep going.

What?

Go!

The city is under siege.

German troops have walked away from the front with

their coats rotting on their backs.

They're looting because no one could stop them, because they're

afraid not of the allies, but of the communists.

I have a contact in here that can help us.

Come on.

There were no other records of any Canadian or American

Dr. Blythes in any of the hospitals or camps.

Maybe he was moved.

You showed me the paper.

You told me you had contacts.

You let me put your own son in danger.

I'm trying to help legions of others.

Don't you want to be part of this now?

I came here for one reason, and one reason only.

I'm not leaving until I have turned up

every single floorboard to find out

whatever I can about my husband.

We convene at the station at 1600 hours.

If I have to scour every barracks in this city...

I'll keep on trying.

Do you see him?

In a day these men will be free.

They'll be walking away because these Germans

can't be bothered keeping them.

Come on.

British troops are already being released all over the city.

He was here.

His name...His name is here.

It's dated October.

Yes, he was here for several months.

Well, what did she say?

Every day, the Germans brought him here from the camp to work.

Then one day, they took him away.

He never came back.

Where did she say they took him?

Anne, they don't ask questions.

Did she say he was dead?

I need proof.

Do you keep a record of people dying--

Anne, this is anarchy.

There's no authorities here to make out a certificate.

He might have got away.

And if he didn't?

I said something to you a long time ago.

I meant it.

We can take Dominic.

We can go back to the U.S. of A.

We can be a family.

The German delegation are to be taken by train

to Lacapelle and meet at the Villa Paques.

Then I will drive them to the chimay...

...Lacapelle road, where they will present themselves.

Hello, my boys!

Hello, boys!

My favourites.

What a gentle bunch.

We're here. They're fighting.

I think we should sing a song.

All right. We're going to sing

a song for you, boys.

After that, Marechal Foch has arranged they be escorted

by security train to a secluded spot in the Compiegne forest.

The isolation should hide them

from any rebel aircraft.

President Wilson wants our unit to be part of the delegation...

no such...

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Sing the song.

Look, there she is!

You're safe!

You're safe!

You made it.

What are you doing here?

We're now the villainous vamping lady spies.

Those French soldiers were so convinced we were Germans,

they shipped us across the border.

Now the Germans are convinced it's over.

So we're having a ball.

We're doing way better, by George.

This place is better than no-man's-land.

Hey, where's the little kid?

Why don't you come and sing a song with us?

Oh, yes.

Come on! You can do it!

No, you can't say no to us.

We won't let you.

Come on, look into their Faces now, come on.

You know the rules.

let me call you sweetheart

sing.

I'm in love with you

don't be shy, Come on.

let me hear you whisper

that you love me too

keep your love light shining

in your eyes so true

you sing.

Come on, Anne.

let me

call you sweetheart

I'm in love with you

wonderful!

let me call you sweetheart

I'm in love with you

let me be...

Oh, my love.

My love...my love.

Tell me I'm not dreaming.

Officer Blythe.

Gil, you remember Jack Garrison.

He's helped me look for you.

We must move quickly. There's going to be a truce.

Jack and his friends are with allied forces.

They'll get us out very quickly.

We don't have much time.

See what we can do.

My associate and I are to escort

you and your delegation to the eastern front.

I expect you'll find it tough to pick up

where you left off from... especially after

all the inhumanity you've seen.

We'll take it one step at a time.

We'll be fine.

I bribed an attendant

with the watch you gave me, Gil.

It's never been put to better use.

What were you two talking about?

Oh, just what fine men we've met who have sacrificed so much.

Gil...

Jack, will you have some tea?

No.

No, I need to find Saunders.

You know that every day... I would pick

a different memory I had of you,

and I would play it over and over and over again in my mind

until every detail...every hair,

every freckle...

every part of you was exactly as I remembered.

You need to rest now.

You want to take the safe road home, Anne.

I think the road with you would

only last so long, Jack.

Without you, I'd never have my son, Anne.

The road I began with Gil

is forever.

I'll never forget what you've done for me.

I have a dream--

We all have unfulfilled dreams.

I gave...up Dominic...

I'll always think of him as our son.

I'm sorry to wake you.

Jack, Jack.

Who did this to you?

You're beautiful.

What's happened?

What goes around comes around with outlaws.

Keegan must be really scared.

Don't move.

Gil, Gil, Gil!

Gil!

Oh, God.

Who did his is going to try get off the train.

Either we get him off this train now,

or he's going to bleed to death.

You're going to be all right.

Whatever happens to me... take care of my son.

Keep holding this, and I'll go for help.

It'll be all right.

No.

What's happening? Is the town under attack?

No more attacks today, Monsieur, or any other day.

It's all over. C'est fini.

What we've all been praying for.

The armistice was signed at Compiegne.

What's all this shooting for, then?

All the old ammunitions.

Ils sont fous. lls sont fatigues.

I can't believe Jack never lived to see the armistice.

He knew.

Please, help me find Dominic.

Dominic?

Dominic?

Dominic?

Dominic?

What's the matter?

Dominic.

Where can he be?

A child just doesn't disappear

into thin air.

You said yourself his aunt was looking after him.

What if something happened to her?

For all we know, they could be

on the way back to New York by now.

Gil, when I was in London,

I made a promise.

I told jack, if anything ever

happened to him, I would

look after his son.

We'll have to do everything in our power to find him, then.

That's my promise to you.

Are you going to tell them when we get back?

I'm ready now, Gil.

Living here this past year with Fred and Diana

has made me realize how much things have changed.

Well, a lawyer promised he'd bring all the papers.

Mrs. Blythe.

What glorious countryside.

Where is he?

He's with the stationmaster.

My wife's worried he won't recognize her.

I have all the documents.

It seems that

Ms. Garrison suffered heart failure

on her return to New York.

The next of kin have no interest in the boy.

I'd never forget you.

I got you back.

You came back to me.

I love you.

What?

Dominic.

You promised you'd bring him home.

Look, oh, this must be Dominic.

Oh, he's beautiful.

It's official. We signed the adoption papers today.

Oh, we have good news.

We looked at a house in town this morning.

I think we've more than overstayed our welcome.

Well, actually...

We're not going to be spending the rest of the year here.

What do you mean?

Gil and I talked about it,

And we decided that we want you and Fred

to keep green gables for good.

I'm going to be taking over Doc Stuart's medical practice

in Glen St. Mary, and we drive over

to look at a new house tomorrow.

Ooh...you can't give this place up.

There isn't anyone who

would appreciate it more than you.

We'll come back to visit.

We want to start over.

I don't know what to say.

Our children will be kindred spirits for life.

Green gables will always be here this way in my heart.

It's never looked so peaceful.

Just the way it was when I first came here as a child.

What do you think, Dominic?

We have to make a new life...

but built on all the old foundations.

We'll build a good home

and raise a family...

with lots of scope

for the imagination.

Oh, how I loved it here, Gil.

But green gables will always be a part of me.

Come on gil, let's show him all our old haunts.