All language subtitles for Anne of Green Gables - The Continuing Story (Part 2)

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?

Ellest 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 l'enfant, c'est ca?

Oui, ah...S'il vous plait,
watch him.

Garde-le, s'il vous plait,
while I helples 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 yt.

I see.

Can I help?

Some of them blokes
are in dire pain.

Slip these under their
tongues with a little water.

Morphine.

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 any more.

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.

Didn't he leave the clearing station?

Please tell me what happened.

Fred!

Fred?

Oh, my God.

Oh, no, no.

Dominic!

Mon pere!

Father...

Oh, no.

Dominic...Dominic!

[ Wailing ]

Here we go, here we go.

Help me, please help me.

I have to get this man loaded on.

I'll 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 or 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, please.
The baby.

Give it up to one of
the townswomen, please!

[ Driver ]: 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.
I have to see that gets out.

You relax. Can't get
any worse for him.

[ Baby crying ]

Load the men back on.

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

I need someone over here.

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.

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.

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.

Here 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.

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.

General Pershing is involved right now

in setting up a telephone
network across France.

Officer Garrison could be anywhere.

If I were to send
a cable to the General?

You can only try.

Baby arrived safely in London.

Not everything worked out.

Contact

as soon as possible.

Await instructions.

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

[ Baby crying ]

What's going on?

What's going on?

[ Bomb exploding ]

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, mam.

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.

[ Bomb exploding ]

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.

[ Baby crying ]

Can I hold him, Madame?

All right.

Your baby's not ill, I hope.

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

Just got a little cough.

[ Bomb exploding ]

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 is
getting back to 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... ? #

[ Anne reading ]: "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.

[ Sighing ]

Under the circumstances,

I don't believe they can claim

the individual as missing in action.

Dr. Blythe, like many
other medical personnel,

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!

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 of me! Ahh!

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

It's Jack. Don't be afraid.

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

that I've been here.

Where will you go?

I got your last cable
through pershing.

Leave 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 Neufchateau.

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?

Nothing.

Nothing, for the moment.
Just promise me.

I promise.

Thank you.

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.

You'll fade away to nothing, you will.

I'm actually very hungry, thank you.

I'll get Dominic a sweater.

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 worked for us.

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

No, I'm afraid not.

Are you waiting here to meet him?

No, I-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.

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.

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 homefront."

"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 contact there who can

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?

I...I 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 must attend a local

salvation army fundraiser.

Your column has attracted so much

attention, I'm sure that they'd

rather hear you than me.

I'd be honored, 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.

[ Chuckling ]

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�ll never forget this time, Anne.

It's beginning to feel like
he belongs to both of us.

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 I.

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

You've got us this far.

And 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 personnel 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 I.

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 rumors

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.

Mmm.

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.

[ Gasping ]

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 U.S.

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.

[ Jack ]: 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 for 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 be.

[ Colette ]:Promettez-moi.

[ Anne ]: 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 ticket.

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.

You talk like we'll not see you again.

You'll see me in a couple--

you can't run off like this.

Mrs. Findlay, take the baby.
He shouldn't be here.

Waterloo station, driver.

Hurry, my love.

Oh, look at the soldiers.

[ Clamoring ]

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 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.

[ Maude ]: 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 clear.

Fred, let him go.

I can't explain.
Please forgive me.

I'm going to miss my train.
Anne...

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!

[ Jack ]: 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 bonne esperance

in Belgium are enclosed.

I'm trusting you to get my boy back.

[ Baby crying ]

Passport, 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 driving me nuts.

You're telling me.

Remember when I had
silk stockings?

You know where it's gone now?

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 duds.

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
eight days stuck in Paris

trying to explain
to the government

why 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.

Get her a different get-up.

Maybe the Red Cross
or Sally Anne (The Salvation Army).

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?

[ Laughing ]

?

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.

[ Banging ]

What was that?

Salut.

Vous avez vu-- l'enfant?

Dans ce compartiment.

Ah bon.

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 sone kind of German beer.

C'est quoi ca?

Imposteur anglais, hein?

Non.

Hey! What are you doing?

Give me the baby!

Ahh!

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.

They're going to
kill us at dawn.

That's why they've
taken the kid away.

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.

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, 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, comme-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 bonne 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?

[ Gasping ]

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,

bayoneted 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,

and all the reasons why 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!

What are they doing?

What?

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.

[ Sighing ]

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...

[ Speaking German ]

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

Hello, my boys!

Hello, boys!

My favorites.

What a cheerful 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 a song.

[ Vocalizing ]

# Boom-ta-rah-rah-boom-Dee-yay #

# Ta-rah-rah-boom-Dee-yay #

# Ta-rah-rah-boom-Dee-yay #

Ahhh!

Look,
who is here!

[ Laughing ]

You're safe!

You're safe!

You made it.

Oh!

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... ?#

[ Laughing ]

Oh!

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.

[ Sighing ]

I'm sorry to wake you.

[ Gunshot ]

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 his is going
to try get off the train.

If we get him off this train now,

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.
Ils 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?

[ Sighing ]

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.

Whoa!

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 don't want the boy.

I'd never forget you.

I got you back.

You came back to me.

I love you.

Oh.

What?

Whoa.

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 won't spend
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.

Oh...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.

Oh.

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.