All language subtitles for 26E3CAE2F2F43E3516A5ACC36CACF387_eng (MONTGOMERY) (IND AND ARAB)

Oh, Matthew Cuthbert!

I can fix that.

Don't you
even think about it.

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

I'm going into town tomorrow.

I'll get Wallace, that
carpenter fella, to come out.

Oh, Mack Wallace couldn't
miter a flush joint on a bait

box, for heaven's sake.

Go on back to bed now.

Goodnight all.

You go to bed, too.

- I'm going, I'm going.
- Good night.

Lordy Almighty.

- Matthew!
- Oh, Lord.

- Aye, yai, yai.
- Matthew!

- Matthew?
- I'm here!

Matthew?

I'm here!

Matthew?

I'm here!

Matthew,
what are you doing?

The ladder fell off.

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

Hold on!

I'll go get some help.

All right, quickly!

You old goat.

Ah.

Hello, Marilla.

Me and Anne, we're
kindred spirits.

Thank you.

Heaven help us.

I'm fine, don't be mad.

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

who's a model pupil,
but dull and pokey

and without a spark
of imagination,

or a single original
thought of her own.

All she ever says is,
I agree with that.

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

don't say anything at all.

OK, well let me think.

Oh yes, it appears Josie
Pye's an awfully good singer.

More awfully good
than I ever imagined.

And Gilb I mean, we
all think Mr. Phillips

is deeply sad about something.
- That's all?

Why would they think that?

Wouldn't be such
dunces, especially me.

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

Did you ever study
geometry at school?

Well, you know, I can't

You didn't.

Well, I wish you had.

Because then you'd be able
to sympathize with me,

and you can't
properly sympathize

with anyone if you
haven't actually

done the thing yourself.

Geometry casts a dark
cloud over my whole life.

I'm such a dummy, even
Mr. Phillips says so.

He what?

Oh, it's all right.

Poor scholarship
makes him unhappy,

especially anything in math.

I really am a clod in geometry.

Oh, stuff and nonsense.

I believe I'll have
a word with that man.

You hold your horses
Matthew Cuthbert.

Fear and shame are no
way to educate a child.

Worse than the switch.

Inspiration and encouragement
is what they need.

What?
What?

I've never heard
you be so loquacious.

Lo what?

You talk too much.

Finish your stew.

Ah, ah.

Mmmm.

It's easy.

If you like, I can
show you after.

Thank you, Ruby.

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

How do you do that?

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

Six older sisters.

What do they say?

About what?

Oh, please.

The secret of the universe,
that's what they called it.

Well, go on.

You must tell.

Well, one must never
appear to try too hard.

Oh, Anne's an expert at that.

At what?
What?

Nothing.

Gotta go, see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Bye.

Diana, what?

Expert at what, I want to know.

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

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

really he is.

Race you, 1, 2, 3.

Uh, Anne.

Hey, that's not fare.

Anne, come to my house,
we can make toffee.

Oh, that sounds wonderful.

Love you sweetheart.

Who's a good girl?

Mother, look who's here.

Hello, Mrs. Barry.

Anne, dear, I'm so
pleased that you're here.

Now, arms up, turn around.

Now, you two just
go right ahead,

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

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

Almost there.

That's good.

That's good.

You know what?

No

Um, OK, I actually have a
really good idea..

And we had to
throw it all away,

but it didn't matter
because making

it was such splendid fun.

And when I left, Diana and
I blew kisses back and forth

until I reached the
steep part of the path

and I lost sight of
their magnificent home.

I can't imagine what I could
ever do to commemorate

oh, I know, I'll make
a new, special prayer

in honor the occasion.

Yes, that's the perfect thing.

I trust none of
you harbor hope

of one day finding
employment with

any prestigious organization.

When I worked for
the Royal Bank,

businessmen took a dim
view of poor academics.

I suppose you could become
a secretary or clerk,

but if you really want to make
a proper life for yourself,

you'd best pull up your socks.

Do you follow me scholars?

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

Marilla?
Marilla?

- In here.
- Hi, Matthew.

Hello there, Miss Anne.

Good day at school?

Yes, thank you.

Marilla.

Oh, good heavens child.

Catch your breath.

Marilla, the most wonderful
miracle has occurred.

Oh, mercy, tell us.

Tomorrow, after
school, your little Anne

has had the honor
of being invited

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

And the invitation came
from Mrs. Barry herself.

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

But, Marilla.

Oh now don't start
with all your

you know how you can be.

Little girls belong
in their own beds.

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

What?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking you
ought to let her go.

Who is bringing this
child up, you or me?

Well, now, you are.

Well, then, don't interfere.

Hold on, now.

You can't say I'm interfering.

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

And my opinion is you
ought to let Anne go.

You'd think I'd ought to
let Anne go to the moon,

if she took a notion,
I have no doubt.

She wasn't asking
for the moon.

Staying up all
hours of the night?

Pretty doings for
children, I should say.

Lack of sleep would wind
her up, fill her head

with nonsense for a week.

No, believe me, I
know what's best

for this child's disposition.

Do you?

Anne, have you
been eavesdropping?

I came to apologize
to you, Marilla.

And to you to, Matthew.

I made you have an argument.

We're not having an argument.

We're just being a bit
growley with each other.

We're always a bit
growley with each other.

Aren't we, Matthew?

Yeah, like old bears.

But, you're right, Marilla.

I'm a badly behaved child
and I know I'm a great trial.

All right, enough of that.

I'll go wash up for dinner.

Pfff.

You old goat.

Oh, I can?

Marilla, thank you, thank you!

Anne?

Here, use this.

It was my mother's.

It smells like

like a city.

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

Thank you, Marilla.

Oh.

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

Oh, now, now, none of that.

Here, go ahead, put
your things inside.

And don't forget to
say your prayers.

One day I'm going to
travel the whole world,

or at least to Italy.

Of course, I have to
see Paris, and London,

and more than anything I want
to ride elephants in India.

And have astonishing
adventures in the Orient.

Can't you just imagine me-

Anne.

Just while I'm
thinking about it,

Diana's Aunt Josephine Barry
is visiting with the Barry's.

Now she's very old,
and she's very rich.

And Mrs. Barry would like
to keep on her good side.

Are you following
what I'm saying?

Oh, yes, Marilla.

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

Yeah.

Eh, remember your
weekend assignments.

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

We're going to
have so much fun.

Do you want to go another way?

Where?

To my house.

No, what other way?

Short cut through
Taylor's woods.

Oh, yes.

Josie Pye says it's haunted.

Ah, but I don't believe her.

Do you?

Of course not, let's go.

This path is, uh,
darker than I remember.

Maybe we should walk faster.

Good idea.

You don't know?

Um.

Well, this path is-

What?

Different than I remember.

That way's to Green Gables.

And that one's to my house.

You sure?

Positive.

Shhhh.

What?

What?
What is it?

Ah, nothing.

We can pretend.

Pretend what?

It's the white lady.

You see how she
wrings her hands?

It's her agonizing lament
for her murdered child.

Anne, stop it!

It's only the wind in the

I think we should

Me, too.

What's all this, then?

Already said your prayers?

- Amen.
- All right, you two.

You girls all right?

Oh, yes, Mother.

Well, you barely
touched your dinners.

Mrs. Barry, we're exhausted.

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

All right.

Night, night.

And no jibber jabbering
when lights out.

- Diana?
- Shhh.

Do you think it followed us?

I'm freezing.

If you're cold that means
there's a ghost nearby.

There's a window at
the end of the hall.

You can see the
forest from there.

Will you go?

I'm too scared.

- Ah!
- Ah!

Enough!
Oh, goodness!

How much is a dash?

Oh, just a drop or two.

I ran into Mrs.
Barry this morning.

Apparently last
night Ole Miss Barry

was frightened near to death.

Really?

What happened?

I surprised her, by accident.

Anne, after I warned you.

In any event, she woke
up in a terrible temper,

and Josephine Barry's
temper is no joke.

She was awfully
cross with Diana.

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

That's not Diana's fault,
I'm the one who barged

into her room, by accident.

I understand Josephine
was to stay for a month,

but now she declares
she wants to go

back first thing tomorrow.

I'm such an unlucky child.

I can't help getting
into scrapes,

and then I drag in my dearest
bosom friends, someone

I'd shed my life's blood for.

Why does it always happen to me?

Because you're
a heedless child.

And impulsive.

Never stop to think.

Never.

That's what's part of it.

Something flashes in your
mind and you must out with it

because if you stop
and think about it

then the moment spoils forever.

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

Marilla?

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

I don't know what
it's like to awake

suddenly from a deep sleep,
but I can imagine it must

have been extremely disturbing.

Yes, it was.

Then, perhaps you can
imagine the other side of it?

An orphaned child who had the
honor to have her very first

sleep over with her best
bosom friend, deadly afraid

of terrors of the dark, lost
and alone in a strange hallway,

searching for the
warmth of her bed.

You have imagination, Ms. Barry,
can you imagine my heartache

at making such a mistake?

We've had dealings
with Anne Shirley

before this, haven't we?

Yes, Mrs. Barry.

For instance?

Serving alcohol at a
children's tea party.

Really?

Inexcusable.

Also an accident?

My life is a perfect
tragedy of previous accidents,

one after the other.

Anne Shirley, I do believe
your claim to sympathy

is as strong as my own.

In that case, would you
please consider forgiving Diana

and stay as long as you
meant to in Avonlea?

Diana shall have
her music lessons

and I will be happy to stay,
so long as you promise to come

and talk to me now and then.

My dear, I do believe you're
the first interesting person

I've ever met in Avonlea.

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

That is correct.

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

That is incorrect.

This week's winner
is Gilbert Blythe.

It's L-E.

- It's L-E.
- I know that.

I just didn't say it.

I'll win next time, you'll see.

Mr. Phillips,
may I just say how

impressed we all are
and happy for Anne

Shirley's academic progress?

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

I agree with that.

Very good, Minnie.

Anne Shirley, don't you agree?

Anne?

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

on, but can't you find
a smidgen of warmth

in your heart to say
thank you to Gilbert?

Thank you, Gilbert.

I studied so hard
and I only got a B.

Well, a B is
pretty good for you.

That's not funny.

See you tomorrow.

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

He is a nice boy, not at
all my type, mind you.

He's inhumanely cruel.

Do you want to
know what I think?

I think he's in love with you.

Diana Barry.

Don't ever say that.

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

to me of that horrid person.

I was only trying to

My ears are closed.

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

You're right, sorry.

You want to know what I think?

Oh golly, I
forgot, I have to get

straight back to Green Gables.

I have to bake a pie all my
own, first time I've ever tried.

- Secretly you love him, too.
- Ah.

Matthew?

Matthew?

Oh no, no, I'm all right.

I'm fine, Miss Anne.

I was just joking, like you.

Oh please, don't
ever do that again.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, jeez.

You know, I was just going to
go and pick some puffballs.

Why don't you come with me?

Yeah, I'm the only one
that knows where they grow,

and I'll share my
secret with you.

Yes, let's go.

All right, here we go.
Come on.

You love the
forest, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I surely do.

What exactly is puffball?

Oh, it's kind of
a giant mushroom.

You cut it up in little pieces
and fry it in lots of butter.

Why, there's nothing more
delicious in the whole world.

Yes, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Here we are.

Now, remember this old tree.

Just a little way to go now.

What's the matter.

It used to be here.

What?
No, no.

Well, maybe I don't know oh!

I know where it is
now, I know, come on.

Maybe we should go back.

Shh.

Let me let me

let me think.

Matthew.

Matthew.
- What, what, what?

I know the way back.

What?

To the path.

Matthew.

We can go back.

I know the way.

Can I show you?

- What?
- Come on.

Can I show you?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, please.

Come on.

Oh, good, yes.

Yes, good.
- Yeah.

Good.

Here we are, see?

Yes.
Yes.

Are you all right?

Of course I am!

Hey, we can try
it again tomorrow.

Now listen to me.

Uh, you know, I think, uh,
maybe we oughta keep all of this

under our hats.

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

What say you?

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

I would have enjoyed it
joyfully, for your sake.

Yes, I've no doubt
you would have.

You know what I would
have enjoyed more?

A nice warm piece of pie.

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

Oh golly, I knew
something was missing.

I felt it instinctively.

Something missing?

Anne Shirley, when you have
obligations you must learn

to keep your mind focused.

Sometimes I'm reprehensible.

I can't seem to help it.

It's as if there's
another Anne inside of me,

I'm certain that's why
I'm so troublesome.

If there was just
one Anne it would be

ever so much more comfortable.

But then life would only
be half so interesting.

Interesting is not
important, what's

important is to be sensible.

Marilla, I'm so
sorry about the pie.

And with my whole
heart, upon my oath,

I swear I'll become
more sensible.

Sooner than later, I hope?

It's from Gilbert.

Who belongs to this
corpulent Macintosh?

It's mine, sir.

I'm the one who dropped it.

Class?

What is my rule?

No food in the
classroom until lunch.

Anne, Gilbert, go to
the blackboard, 50 times,

"I will not bring food
into class until lunch."

Open your readers.

The next step in our
examination of the text,

figurative language,
metaphor, similes, when

something is something else.

Mr. Blythe, do you
find something amusing?

No, sir.

There is nothing funny
about disregard for the rules.

Without rules, there
can be no civility.

Can your little
brain grasp that?

Yes, sir.

Go on, it's only fare.

What?

No, I Both of you
return to your seats.

He's awful.

- Marilla?
- Yes, come.

- May I speak with you?
- What's the matter?

I do so want to be
sensible, really I do.

In just a few weeks,
I'll be 13 and I

know I'll make better choices
if I become more sensible.

- Yes, you will.
- But

There's no buts about it.

What is the matter child?

Is keeping a secret
being sensible?

Well, that all depends.

Why don't you stop
beating around the bush

and just come out with it?

It's about Matthew.

Come here.

Scholars.

It is my unfortunate duty
to inform you that I will

be leaving your beloved school.

In fact, today will
be my last in Avonlea.

Yes, the time has
come for us to part.

And parting is such sweet
sorrow that I shall say it

now, rather than on the morrow.

And, if I should have
another life to live,

I would gladly lay
it down for Avonlea.

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

The time has come
for us to part.

The parting is
such sweet sorrow.

If I should have any
other life to live-

I will gladly lay
it down for Avonlea.

My dear, dear
scholars, thank you.

Wait.

Aren't we being unfair
and far too cruel?

No.

Beat you to the crossroads.

Don't forget to get the cake.

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

What kind of something nice?

Well, I don't
know, you decide.

Well, you should
be the one to decide.

Oh, I'm not good at
that sort of thing.

If you don't know that
by now Matthew Cuthbert,

you've been spending too
much time in that barn.

Off you go.

Thank you.

Good morning, Matthew.

Indeed it is, Muriel.

Can I help you find
anything in particular?

No, no.
Just snooping around.

You know how that goes.

Ah, Mr. Phillips,
you're back are you?

Only to fetch my
mail, if there is any.

Yes, indeed there is, from
the Royal Bank of Canada.

I wonder what they have to
say about your application

to the head office?

Young fellow?

I'll have a word with you.

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

May I tell you what
a privilege it has

been to know your Anne Shirley?

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

of her ability to learn.

She's an exceptional child.

I know that in
the years to come,

she will make you very proud.

You mentioned you wanted a word?

Ah, no.

Yes, Mr. Phillips.

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

Well, thank you Mr.

Thank you.

Uh, Muriel?

Matthew.

From Charlottetown.

Hmmm, Aunt Florence.

I do hope there's no bad news.

Oh, well, a
little bit perhaps.

But by the end I think
it's a real opportuni

ty.

Well, why didn't you
give it to me before?

Some people forget things,
especially old people.

Well, let me have it.

Here.

- Oh, it's from Aunt Florence.
- Uh-huh.

Oh, Uncle Abner's
finally passed away.

- I never did care for the man.
- Matthew!

May he rest in peace.

So she wants us to

I'm not doing it.

You're not doing what?

Read on, you'll see.

Read on.

She wants us to move
to Charlottetown

I'm telling you
right now, I'd sooner

be a knuckle picker in a lobster
shack and sleep in the swamp

before I'd allow myself
to get stuck in a big city

with its high opinion of itself.

You read my letter.

I never set a single
eye on a word of it.

Well, how did you know
what was in it then?

How do you think?

Muriel.

Aunt Florence also
said she was sorry to learn

of my disoriented behavior.

To what was she referring?

Marilla?

What is she referring to?

It was me, Matthew.

I broke my promise.

I told.
I'm so sorry.

Come here, child.

Come, please.

I'm so, so, so sorry, Matthew.

Ah, now, now, Ms.
Anne, listen to me.

Listen, you did the right thing.

The sensible thing.

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

It was not fair put
you in the middle.

I betrayed you.

What?

Betrayed me?

Ms. Anne, you saved me twice.

Once out in the
forest, and then again

when you told Marilla about it.

Child, you can have
no better friend

than one who tells the truth.

And I could not have a
better friend than you.

Thank you.

John Blythe's boy, isn't he?

Hmm.

I seem to remember you
doing some play acting

thing together, you and John.

Oh, pffff.

You know I never was
the marrying type.

Aha.

Does take after
his father, though.

I can see it in his eyes.

Go on, go make yourself useful.

Does anybody want
some more cake?

You, there you go.

All right, ready?

- Yes, sir.
- Here we go.

I like pigs and
horses and milking cows

but, chickens are
not my favorite.

I understand they're
awfully good roasted.

But, father insists I try
it myself, try roasting one.

But a man roasting a chicken?

I don't know.

Seems, well, what do you think?

Never hurts to try
some swell things.

I would try almost
anything if I could.

I imagine you would.

- Are you ready, Josie Pye?
- Yes.

Here we go.

You watch, she won't be back.

Not in the way she used to be.

Yes, she would.

Ah, my.

I see we're all
well-behaved children,

but I don't believe
it for a minute.

Plenty of time for
well behaving, not

enough for ordinary behaving.

I'm Miss Stacy.

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

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

Everyone up, out of your seats.

Out of your seats!

Follow me.

Breathe in the fresh
air as you walk.

Breathe deeply children,
fill your lungs

with the lovely northwesterly
winds blowing to us

all the way from the Arctic.

Can you smell the
ancient ice millions

of years old, where all
the secrets of our planet

are frozen in time?

All right, gather round.

Excellent.

Excellent.

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

We shall now
commence to exercise

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

to think.

And 1 and 2 and 3 and 1 and
2 and 3 and hold.

Et cetera.

"But hark, the tramp of armed
men, the Douglas' battle cry.

They come, they come, and lo,
the scowl Ruthven's hollow eye.

And swords are drawn
and daggers gleam,

and tears and words are vain.

The Ruthven steel
is in his heart,

the faithful Rizzio is slain.

Then Mary Stuart brushed aside
a tear that trickling fell.

Now, from my father's
arms, she said,

my woman's heart farewell."

Bravo, Anne Shirley.

Bravo.

Well done, Anne.

Well done.

I agree with that.

Bravo, Anne Shirley.

Bravo, well done.

I certainly hope this Mr.
Allen fellow is married.

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

He might marry in
the congregation,

wouldn't that be a
fine kettle of cod.

Nope, the ideal
combination for a pastor

is sound doctrine in the man and
good housekeeping in the woman.

You are a far-seeing
woman, Rachel Lynde.

Yeah, I try, Marilla.

Lord knows I try.

All things
wise and wonderful,

the Lord God made them all.

The tall trees in
the green wood,

the meadows where we play.

The rushes by the water,
we gather every day.

All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small.

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

She's far too
fashionable, it's unseemly.

Shush.

My dear new found
friends, a very short while

ago in Halifax, Mrs.
Allen and I debated

where to spend our honeymoon.

But in the end, we
realized if there

was one place on
this earth where

all things are
bright and beautiful,

it's right here in Avonlea.

That's why we knew the
perfect place for a honeymoon

was here with all of you.

The next morning
the King was joyous

that Daniel was still
alive, he ordered him

taken out of the lion's den.

Then the King
looked Daniel over,

and there wasn't a bite mark
or a scratch found on his body.

And you know why?

Because he trusted in God?

Very good, because
he trusted in God.

And then do you
know what happened?

All of Daniel's enemies,
everyone who had falsely

accused him, were thrown
into the lion's den,

with their wives and children.

The lions ate them all.

Right down to the bones.

Golly, that's a good story.

Oh, I think I remember.

Ruby Gillis, right?

Yes, Ruby?

Will there be a Sunday
school picnic this summer?

I certainly hope so, Ruby,
I adore picnics don't you?

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

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

But I do worry about his wife,
she seems awfully petite.

And, I may say, very young to
be taking over the mistresship

of the manse.

I think she's wonderful.

And she has such beautiful skin,
I wish I had beautiful skin.

If I had, perhaps I could
influence people for good.

Mrs. Allen is always
telling us you should try

and influence people for good.

She talks about
everything so nicely.

I never knew religion could
be such a cheerful thing,

I always thought it was
slow and melancholy.

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

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

Yes, well, I
certainly look forward

to getting to know her better.

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

up to tea?

Oh, could we Marilla, please?

I suppose we must.

Perhaps next Wednesday.

Don't tell Matthew,
though, he'll find

some excuse not to be around.

May I bake a cake
for the occasion?

You know, I can make
a pretty good cake.

Of course, I'd want your
help to guide my hand.

A very simple layer cake.

Oh, and you can make your
baking powder biscuits,

and perhaps your plum preserves.

Oh, and whipped cream,
I know for a fact

ministers love whipped cream.

Yes, they love whipped cream.

One more week and
I'll be 13, like you.

I'm so excited to be 13.

Do you like it, Anne?

Anne?

Oh, yes, I'm
sorry, I was just

Thinking about Gilbert?

Why would you say that?

Well, you spend all
your time with him now.

I don't.

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

What if it doesn't rise?

Or it tastes horrible?

I would be so ashamed, I could

I could never show my
face at church again.

I would have to become a druid
and live alone in the forest

Anne.

Anne.

You'll make a beautiful cake.

How do you know?

A fairy told me.

Oh, Marilla, what
if it doesn't rise?

Perhaps the baking
powder isn't good.

Mrs. Lynde says you can
never be sure about getting

good baking powder nowadays,
with the government meddling,

making everything
so adulterated

Oh, we're going to have
plenty of food without it.

I know that.

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

There's no need.

It's the edibles
that are important,

not the trivial decor.

Mrs. Barry
decorates her table.

I heard Mr. Barry say
it's a feast for the eyes,

as well as the palate.

I don't care.

Go ahead, do what you want.

Thank you thank, you.

Mind you leave
room for the dishes.

Oh, my, what a
glorious arrangement.

It's all of Anne's doings.

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

How do you do, Mr. Cuthbert?

Hello, Mr. Cuthbert.

Matthew will do.

And how are you, Matthew?

I'm 76.

Please, thank you.

All right.
There we are.

Thank you, Anne.

I think I'll
have another piece.

- , dear.
- Oh.

Thank you very much.
Please.

How delightful.

See you on Sunday, Matthew.

If you come here.

OK.

She made that all by herself.

My goodness, what
an accomplishment.

All right, OK.

Shall I be the first to try?

Yes, please.

Oh my, that looks delicious.

Thank you.

There you go.

Oh, look at this.

Is it all right?

Mmm, oh, yes.

Delightful.
Ever so

Anne Shirley, what on earth
did you put in this cake?

Please don't have
any more of that.

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

I'm sure it's scrumptious

Will you stay out of it?

What did you put into it?

I only added vanilla.

Marilla, it must be
the baking powder.

You remember what Mrs. Lynde
said about baking powder?

Baking powder, fiddlesticks.

Go and show me the
bottle you used.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's
fit for the animals.

No, no.

Now, Marilla.

Anne Shirley, you
have flavored your cake

with anodyne liniment.

Could you not at
least have smelled it?

Anne, won't you please come
back downstairs and join us?

It's impossible.

I'm ruined.

Now, now.

It's not good for
a child to cry so.

Anne, I'm to blame too.

That old liniment
bottle broke and I

took what was left of it poured
it into the vanilla bottle.

It doesn't matter.

I'm disgraced.

I'll never be able
to live it down.

I just know how Gilb

boys at school will never
stop laughing at me.

Oh.

I can never show my
face to Mrs. Allen again.

She probably thinks I
tried to poison her.

Oh, Marilla, won't
you please tell

her I did not try and poison

Suppose you jump out of that
bed and tell her yourself.

Oh, my dear, it's
just a silly mistake

anybody could have made.

Oh, no, Mrs. Allen, it takes
only me to make such a blunder.

I can't go a day without
making a mistake.

Isn't that so, Marilla?

You do have a bead for it.

Come along now, come on.

There is one encouraging
thing about me.

More than one, I expect.

I never make the
same mistake twice.

Well, I'm not sure
that's a benefit when

you're always making new ones.

Oh, but don't
you see, Marilla?

There must be a
limit to the amount

of mistakes a person can make.

And once I get to
the end of them,

then I'll finally be
through with them.

I pray for the day.

Happy birthday
to you, happy birthday to you,

happy birthday dear Diana,
happy birthday to you.

1, 2, 3.

Beautifully done.

Perfect.
OK.

And

And, there we go.

Perfect darling,
isn't she wonderful?

Yes, she is.

Here we are.

And for you.

- Can we go outside?
- For what?

- Let's play a dare.
- Looks hard.

Let's go, let's go.

Wow.

Careful, don't fall.

That wasn't even worth a dare.

I agree.

I know a girl who could walk
the ridgepole of a roof.

Really?

Yes, really.

That's a good idea,
let's see you do it.

I would but, it's not my turn.

I dare you to walk
the ridgepole.

No, Anne, you don't have to.

Oh yes, she does.

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

Scaredy cat?

I'm no such thing.

Please, Anne, no.
Don't do it.

It's not worth it.

I shall walk the ridgepole
or perish in the attempt.

If I die tragically

Anne, be careful.

- Anne Shirley.
- Miss Barry.

Why did you ever agree
to accept that dare?

My honor was at stake.

Honor?

Hmmm.

You believe honor is
the highest virtue?

Of course.
You don't?

In my book,
loyalty trumps honor.

Why?

My dear, if we don't know
where our loyalties lie, how

can we make a difficult choice?

And of all sins,
the most difficult

are the besetting ones.

They're the sins
committed out of habit.

They're stubborn
and hard to lose.

Can anyone give an example
of a besetting sin?

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

Yes, Anne, most
probably you do.

Most probably we all do.

What they come from is too
much thinking about yourself,

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

In order to overcome them, you
need to learn to love yourself

less and deny your own desires.

Dearest merciful
God in heaven.

Please help me.

Oh, by the way, it's
me, Anne Shirley.

Please help me overcome
my besetting sins,

help me become a sensible child.

I know I must limit
my imagination,

pay more attention to my
duties and obligations.

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

As Marilla says,
sooner than later.

Please bless
Matthew and Marilla,

and Harry and the pigs, if you
don't mind, not the chickens.

Sincerely, Anne Shirley.

Oh, and amen.

Miss Stacy gave us an
assignment to write

about the most
remarkable person we've

ever known or heard about.

Can you imagine being
so remarkable that one

day children write about you?

No, I can't.

Now you remember that Matthew
and I are spending most

of the day in town tomorrow?

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

on my assignment.

Well, we're going
to be quite late.

Do you think you might be
able to make the dinner

without burning the house down?

I worried it was crowded
in town this afternoon.

That's why we live out here
and why we're staying out here.

Oh, shush.

Whoa boy, whoa
Harry, good boy.

Come on
Harry, be patient.

I'll get you unhitched.

Anne?

Time for bed, Harry.

It's been a long day for

Matthew!

Coming!

What's happened?

Why the alarm?

Apparently while we
were out, a peddler

stopped by Green Gables.

Just look what this child
has done to herself.

Does this look like the work
of a child who's trying her

very hardest to be sensible?

No, Marilla, of course not.

I can't ever go
out in public again,

no parties, no
playing with friends,

no school, no secret island.

Not even going to church.

It's the end of my
brief, tragic life.

Oh, shush, you do
go on, don't you?

With good reason.

Well, there's
some truth to that.

You're saying one thing I
don't understand, I believe

you'd see the cow
kneel in the barn

before you'd find two
cents around here.

So, how did you pay

I traded for it.

That so?

Traded what?

A chicken.

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

You know the one
that bites and hasn't

laid an egg in three months.

Lord help us.

She was a terrible chicken.

It's hopeless, Marilla.

Anne, Anne, wait!
Anne, what happened?

You were away
from school for five

whole days, I wanted to visit

I know, I know but
it was so terrible.

Are you sick?

You must never tell.

What?

Marilla gave me a
note for Miss Stacy.

Green hair!

- How thrilling!
- Not really.

What happened?

OK, but honestly, you must
swear an oath to never tell.

To my grave.

Excuse me.

May I carry your books?

Why would you

Oh, well, yes, Gilbert.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about what
happened, whatever it was.

Thank you.

Do you mind if I ask

- But it's all fine now.
- Oh.

It turned out Euclid
is pretty interesting.

Yes, I thought so too.

"I pray him, send
a sudden angel down

to seize me by the
hair and bear me far

And fling me deep in
that forgotten mere

among the tumbled
fragments of the hills,

so groaned Sir Lancelot
in remorseful pain,

not knowing he should
die a holy man."

The end.

Even you can improve in
your mathematics, Ruby.

I can help you if
you would like.

Fight, jousts.

And win the
of the year.

That must have been
exciting, don't you think?

Yes, if you like to live
in a make believe story.

But I imagine real life

I told you.

I think imagination is
the most attractive quality.

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

Well, no yes, I mean
that's what I used to think.

But now I'm not so sure.

Appreciate the
business, Andrew.

Hand fed and loved from
the moment it was born.

See you next month.

Thanks again, Andrew.

Hello, Matthew.

Hello, Miss Anne.
Something wrong?

I don't care to be 13.

Oh?

It's much more complicated
than even I imagined,

I'm not saying a lot.

Yes, it is.

Do you remember being 13?

Well, I'm you know, I

I guess I don't, but
according to Marilla

boys don't get much older.

I guess it's
different for girls.

I believe you're
right about that.

One part of me
wants to be 12 again,

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

I see.

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

is?

Come here, sweetheart.

I've never told anyone
this, but sometimes

when I walk along the
shore and to the ocean,

or if I'm real still
and quiet in the forest,

very often I hear a
tiny voice deep inside.

Just a whisper.

It tells you what to do?

Well, no, not exactly.

But every now and then, it
makes a small suggestion.

We can dramatize
it, put on a show

for our friends and family,
and Miss Stacy, and the pastor,

and Mrs. Allen.

We'll each play a part,
what do you think?

The whole poem?

No, just the last section
with Elaine and Lancelot.

Well, I heard Mrs.
Lynde say play acting

was all stuff and nonsense.

Mrs. Lynde is no judge
of the passionate arts.

Anyway, who will play Elaine?

I think Ruby, her
hair is perfect.

Ooh, I would
rather be Lancelot.

OK, then, it
should be you, Diana.

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

Besides, I would rather play
the pathetic mourning father

or, I know, Queen Guinevere.

You must be Elaine.

Yes, you must.

It's ridiculous to
have a redheaded Elaine.

I don't mind playing dead
and floating down the river

to Camelot, but, Elaine was fair
and had a flowing golden hair

all streaming down, like Ruby.

Besides, Elaine was a lily maid.

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

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

And your hair has
come back ever so

much darker since you cut it.

Do you think so?

Mmm, hmmm.

Do you think

I only wonder is it dark
enough to be considered auburn?

Oh, yes.

It's a four.

Huh?

Seven minus three, it's four.

Of course it is.

Urgh.

Oh, here, these modern
needles are impossible.

Thank you.

"I fain I would follow
love if that could be.

I needs must follow
death, who calls for me.

Call and I follow.

I follow.

Let me die.

I fain I would follow
love if that could be.

I needs must follow
death, who calls for me.

Call and I follow.

I follow.

Let me die."

Minnie, what are doing?

Riding my horse.

I didn't get to ride
mine and I'm Lancelot.

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

I can be him instead
of Sir Gawaine.

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

You can't play a king.

Yes, I can, you'll see.

Look.

You see, it's
perfect for a stage.

And we'll have a proscenium.

And curtains on each
side, and everybody can

sit right here on the grass.

And look, there's
our old raft.

It must be waterlogged by now.

If I float down to
the end of the lake,

it'll be ever so dramatic.

Well, what about
Miller's Creek?

Well, the water's
low in the summer.

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

- Ruby you're so
- What?

Never mind.

Let's go find out.

Sometimes girls do be crazy.

Skittery as tickle fish.

See?
I told you.

"Elaine, the fair, Elaine,
the lovable, Elaine, the lily

Maid of Astolat,
high in her chamber,

in a tower to the east."

Matthew?

Matthew?

Matthew, we had that
fixed, remember?

Of course I remember.

A force of habit so.

Come on, go back to bed.

Stop following me around.

Dear Heavenly
Father, I'm not sure

if it's allowed to pray
twice in the same night,

but I'm hoping it is.

Because what I want to ask, if
it's not too much of a bother,

please make tomorrow
sunny and pleasant.

Sincerely, Anne Shirley.
Amen.

Good afternoon, John.

So good to see you.

Good afternoon, Marilla.

It was a missed opportunity
and it was a long time

ago, don't bother about it now.

Hello, Mrs. Allen.

Hello, Matthew.

Marilla and Matthew
Cuthbert, this is Miss Stacy.

Oh, you're the
new school teacher.

Anne has told me all about you,
I'm very happy to meet you.

Meanwhile, in Camelot,
when Lancelot was taken

- Places!
- OK, go, go,go.

And right was
I, Elaine the Maid

of Astolat, of who
dreamed my knight

the greatest knight of all.

I know not what true
love is, but if I know,

then if I love not him, there
is none other who I can love.

That was a mouthful.

Shh.

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

wounded, all ears
pricked at once,

all tongues were loosened.

The Maid of Astolat loves
Sir Lancelot and Sir Lancelot

loves the Maid of Astolat.

In secret, Guinevere
loves Lancelot.

And she felt a knot
clawing in her throat.

And with her feet unseen,
she crushed the wild passion

out against the ground.

The very notion
steals my breath,

although I have no claim.

Not even my King, oh my King.

Oh, Lancelot, my
Lancelot, thou in whom

I have most joy
and most affiance,

who could have loved the maiden
who could have brought thee.

Now a lonely man, lifeless,
and airless, noble issue,

sons born to the glory
on thy name and fame.

But, nay, you do not.

Forever you shall be my
knight, the great Sir

Lancelot of the Lake.

I am bound to thee, my King.

This is my oath,
and my oath my life.

Meanwhile, in Astolat.

"I fain would follow
love, if that could be.

I needs must call for
death, who calls for me?

Call and I follow.

I follow.
Let me die."

Sweet friends, farewell.

Farewell forever.

Meanwhile, in
Camelot, Sir Lancelot

lent against a high window.

Far beneath his eyes,
unknown and unobserved,

slowly passed the barge on
which the lily Maid of Astolat

lay, smiling, like a
star in blackest night.

No, stop!

Look.

Something's wrong.

There's a current in the lake.

The rain last night must
have raised the water level.

She's headed
for Miller's Creek

Come on, Charlie.

You stay there.

Anne!
Anne!

Where is she?
Anne!

Anne!
Somebody help her!

Anne!
Anne!

Let's go.

We're coming, Anne!
Anne!

Anne!

She's going
around the corner!

Hold on,
Anne, we're coming.

Push off, push off.

I'm pushing.

Anne, Anne, I'm coming!

We can cut the
corner, this way.

Help me.
Hurry!

Gilbert!

Help!

Oh, no.

- Gilbert!
- I'm coming, Anne.

Hold on.
Don't worry.

Cold, it's so cold.

I know it's cold,
just be careful.

Don't slip.

Help me!

I'm slipping.

We're almost there.

I'm slipping.

I'm slipping.

I'm almost there.

I'm slipping.

At your service, Ms. Shirley.

Thank you, Gilbert!

That's the most the nicest

I'm not sure what it is.

You saved me.

My honor to
oblige, Ms. Shirley.

Anne will do.

Anne
Shirley, are you there?

Down here, father!

Anne's safe!

That's Gilbert.

We've gone too far.

Gilbert Blythe, I'm
forever in your debt.

Thanks be to
goodness for that.

He's a good boy, your Gilbert.

And, you Anne.

All's well that ends well.

Even so, I

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

I beg your pardon?

I'm sorry, Gilbert.

It's difficult being
13, for me, for a girl.

It's extremely complicated
but, loyalty conquers all.

Loyalties to what?

You make no sense.

No, for the first
time in my life

I'm being perfectly sensible.

That's not fair.

Anne!

If you do that, I swear I'll

I'll never speak to you again.

Do you hear me?

I- I mean it!
Anne!

Here we are.

Mmmm, thank you.

You're welcome.

Good night, you old goat.

Good night to
you, growling bear.

It's fine.

Leave it lit.

Leave it lit.
- All right.

- Miss Anne?
- Come in, Matthew.

Everything all right?

Oh, yes.

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

Upon my oath, from this moment
forward, I'll be completely

and utterly sensible.

Isn't that splendid?

Um, yes, yes, it is.

But?

Well, in my opinion, it's all
well and fine to be sensible,

but don't lose the romance,
Miss Anne, don't ever lose that.

Night.