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Take this one now.
Tie 'em up right there.

Boy, stop skylarkin'.

Wow, this place looks amazing.

Just the beginning, my friend.

You look underwhelmed.

What you want me to do, dance?

It's been two years.

Yes, I'm very happy to be home.

But you?
You'll cry when you have to leave.

Trinidad will get into your soul.

Now we have to get these barrels
where they're going.

Alright.

Oh! Sea leg and seashore ain't friend,
you know.

I just need to... get my balance.

You need more than that
with your mawga self.

- You catch a stiff breeze, you're gone.
- I'm not that skinny.

I'll find you some good
Trinidadian bush medicine.

When I was a boy,
I would come down here every day.

I had no idea
such a place could exist!

Bet you never thought
you'd find yourself this far from...

- Hey, what the name again?
- Avonlea.

I used to shop here for my mom.

Every ingredient she cooked with
had to be fresh.

Nothing stale in her kitchen.

All these smells
are making me hungry.

You have anything good to eat
up on Prince Edward?

- I like potatoes.
- C'mon, potatoes?

Give me something to work with here!

Well... Mrs. Kincannon
would serve crab every once in a while.

Now we're gettin' somewhere!
How'd she prepare it?

Boil it, I think. Add some salt.

That's it? Crab with... salt?

What's wrong with that?

Nothing.
Crab nice when you cook it up right.

Like Mommy's crab callaloo.
Sunday food.

She'd boil down a pile of dasheen leaves
in coconut milk,

throw in some onions, garlic, okra,

a pig tail and then the crab.

Add a whole pimento pepper
and let it simmer.

I don't think I've ever had
a hot pepper in my life.

Yeah, you?

Your little dry-up body
would go to war against itself!

I think I could handle it.

Mommy'd say, "Bash, come for a taste."

I'd tip my head back
and she'd feed me a spoonful.

I can almost taste it now,

sliding down my throat
like spicy green medicine.

Sounds delicious.

Oh, it was.

But it was always just the one taste.

Then she'd serve the family...

and I'd be given the scraps
that were left.

Why didn't you eat with the family?

It wasn't my family.

Whose family was it?

The white people
she worked for, Blythe.

I feel like an idiot. I'm so sorry.

Don't be. Still got more flavor
from one spoonful every Sunday

than you had in your whole life,
from the sounds of it.

Crab with... here it comes...
The secret ingredient:

salt.

Oh, wow. What a beauty.

Hey.

I used to ride one just like her.

Come on over here, Bash.
She's friendly.

I have a thing about horses.

You, boy, since you're already
sniffing around my horse,

go on to the stable
and fetch her some feed.

Angling for a tip
before the job's even done?

I am not your boy.
I am a free man, sir. Since 1834.

I'm sure you can find assistance
inside the hotel.

That was messed up.
He just assumed you were a servant.

Way things are.
If we cried every time that happens,

the whole of Trinidad would be flooded.

Now let's get us
to a better neighborhood.

You still need some medicine.

♪ First thing we'd climb a tree ♪

♪ And maybe then we'd talk ♪

♪ Or sit silently ♪

♪ And listen to our thoughts ♪

♪ With illusions of someday ♪

♪ Casting a golden light ♪

♪ No dress rehearsal ♪

♪ This is our life ♪

♪ You are ahead by a century ♪

♪ You are ahead by a century ♪
*ANNE*
Season 02 Episode 02

Episode Title: "Episode #2.2"

Morning. Glad you're up.

I didn't sleep a wink last night.

To think that we've been walking on gold
in Avonlea.

I well understand your... moral quandary.

We're all so grateful and excited.

Reading about gold
is perfectly wonderful, but...

it would be even more wonderful
if I could... see it.

Uh-huh.

This sort of thing
really isn't for children.

But you're not just a simple girl,
now, are you?

Ah, there.

Spectacular.

I'm not...

What do...?

It is... gold, isn't it?

Let your eyes adjust.

Don't rush it.

You might find it more beautiful
than you imagined.

See the tiny bits among
the red, how they sparkle?

Why can't I see it?

Ah, it's not your fault, pipsqueak.

In fact, it's mine, and I apologize.
You just don't have an expert eye.

Please don't give up on me.

Oh, yes, there it is.

You're right, Nate.
The gold's exquisite.

Miss Marilla, don't you just look
like a bright shiny penny this morning.

Oh, Mr. Dunlop, the toast smells
especially good this morning.

Cinnamon, my dear girl, in celebration.

Any morning we don't find ourselves
in the grave should be celebrated.

Right indeed, Miss Marilla.

I agree with Mr. Dunlop.
Pass the celebratory toast.

Now, Matthew,
I'd like to do the extractions for you.

Happy to do you that favor.
Let's be sure this is done right. Hmm?

There will be no gold testing.

At least not yet.

Matthew and I are undecided.

But you have to! We could be one
of the richest families in Avonlea.

Matthew wouldn't have to farm anymore
and you could do any...

It's expensive, Anne, and we worked
very hard for that harvest money.

Matthew, Miss Marilla,

I think your caution is absolutely right.

The gold is all but guaranteed,
but there is still some risk.

Well, now, Anne,

I suppose it's about time
that you got a new slate.

Thank you, Matthew.
I didn't want to ask,

although technically
I broke it defending myself.

Sounds like a good story.

Not one
she'll have time to tell.

You can pick up a new slate
from the general store after school, Anne.

- Now eat up, then off you go.
- Ah, children.

So precious... so expensive.

Why didn't you tell Nate the truth?

I thought seeing the gold in the soil
would be obvious.

He thinks I'm a child. "Pipsqueak."

You can't possibly expect
to be his equal, Anne.

He's an adult and a scientist.

Uh, but that's just book learning, though.

And you've already proven
you're good at that.

But you have something else.

Remember when Minnie May was sick and
you put onions on the soles of her feet

- to bring her fever down?
- That was an old wives' tale.

It takes imagination
to believe in such a thing.

Your imagination is a gift, Anne,
something that can't be learned.

What good is an imagination if I can't see
what's right in front of my eyes?!

This branch looks like a skeleton hand.

An evil skeleton...

that lives in the haunted forest...

feeds on the lives of the innocent!

Anne, that's horrible!

Why are they clutching at us now?

Do they mean to do us harm?

Ghosts on the wind
bearing a warning: Beware!

- They're coming for us!
- We must escape!

Thank you again. Thank you.

Is that Cole?

- He looks different.
- He looks positively mature.

Not at all like he did before harvest.

Hey, Cole, throw the ball back, bud.

Hey, sissy!

Yeah, you!

Oh.

Nice arm, Rembrandt. Wanna play?

No... I wouldn't. Thank you, though.

"answer'd Lancelot,
the chief of knights:

'And with what face,

after my pretext made,

shall I appear, O Queen, at Camelot,

I before a King who honors his word,

- as if the word... '"
- I think the entire poem is shameful.

They should be tarred and feathered.

Josie?

Guinevere is married to the king,
not Lancelot.

Oh, Mr. Phillips,
can't you skip to the part

where Elaine's pure and true love
turns most tragical?

No.

Do not interrupt me again.

"'Yea, ' said the Queen,

'A moral child without the craft to rule,

else he had not lost me... '"

Cole?

What have you got there?

Cole!

My apologies, Mr. Phillips.
I'll clean it up.

Are you doodling...

while I'm tirelessly dedicating my life
to your education?

Blackboard!

Now!

You like to draw? Draw that.

Make sure it's legible.

Back to your readers!

"'Yea, ' said the Queen,

'A moral child without the craft to rule,

else he had not lost me... '"

Less flourish.

You're gonna need room for 50 of those.

Fresh collard!

Fresh cod!

There are so many things
I miss about this place.

Other things, I don't miss at all.

- How much?
- How much you have?

He doesn't have a thing. Not one cent.
I told you, this is only a shortcut.

Why are you walking me through
all this delectable temptation?

Just hold your horse, farm boy.

- Oh, how about this? Just a taste?
- Nah. Don't eat that.

Bash, I'm starving,
and that looks really good.

Of course. Trinidadians can cook.

Especially the dregs nobody else wants.

But you have to taste
what we does do with real food.

How about I go back
so I have something to compare it to?

Patience, boy. Don't cry.
Hold this for now.

It's a mango. Prepare for an experience.

Hmm... Mmm! Mmm!

It nice, eh? Don't swallow the skin.
Spit it out.

If it's not gonna kill me,
why would I waste it?

You traded this for a boiler room?

To trade, you have to have a choice.

- Hi, Mom.
- Sebastian!

Boy, you trying to kill me?

Anybody see you?

Come, come, come, come.

Come.

Oh! Mm.

Who is this boy you bring here
looking like a wet fowl?

What name they christen you?

Uh, Gilbert Blythe... ma'am.

Well, I never.

You must be the first
to ever call me "ma'am."

Where you from?

Prince Edward Island... Canada.

They don't feed you on that boat,
Gilbert Blythe?

Sebastian has promised me
the best in Trinidadian bush medicine?

I see.

Sebastian is so much more elegant
than Bash.

Hush your mouth.

I just made it.

My mind told me
I might soon get to see my one son.

Hazel!

Oh.

- Is he stealing?
- No, Doux-Doux.

Remember Jesus say we have to help people.

The men just hungry.

Okay, you have your food.

Uh... we could come back tomorrow.

Nah, that is enough charity.

If you come here again,
you're looking for trouble.

Come, Doux-Doux.

And, uh... what's this?

A stick of thyme. Seasoning. The "bush."

And, uh...

this?

A cornmeal dumpling.

Hmm. Amazing.

If this is medicine...
I wish I was sick every single day.

Glad to see you're enjoying
the fruits of slave labor.

I thought slavery ended here
over 50 years ago.

My family never left that plantation.

Not Granny... not Mom.

She raised them children.

I hardly know her.

Thank you.

Mr. Cuthbert...

is it ugly, the gold mines?

May well be.

- Where will you put it?
- We haven't decided yet.

You should've stopped him
from getting on that steamship, Anne.

If Gilbert falls overboard and drowns,
it'll all be your fault.

He'd come home soon enough
if he knew there was gold on his farm.

Anne is writing him a letter,
aren't you, Anne?

He looks so awfully lonely.

I think he's more sad
and handsome than lonely.

Josie's dead gone over Cole.

I am not. I'm simply observant.

There is no boy more sad and handsome
than Gilbert Blythe.

I know just how he feels.

Your drawing was exquisite.
It brought Camelot to life.

And plus, Billy Andrews is a barbarian.

I have strawberry tarts to share.
May we join you?

Aren't you girls coming over?

Diana has strawberry tarts.

Sorry, Josie,
but strawberry's my favorite.

Thank you.

- Would you like a tart?
- I'd love some.

Why, of course, Prissy,

I'd love to join you
and the older girls for lunch.

- Would anyone like a cookie?
- That looks exquisite!

C-A-T. Cat.

Mr. Cuthbert, look.

I write English.

- I'm... I'm done.
- Sorry.

I... I... I do hay now.

There's no such thing as ghosts.
There's no such thing as ghosts.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

I just survived
the most harrowing experience.

I believe a terrifyingly evil curse
has befallen Avonlea.

It pervades every alcove and crevice,
every tree and flower.

All the spirits are stirring.

I'm nearly certain I saw
a ghostly white lady down by the brook.

- What does she want?
- Us!

Oh, couldn't you just die of fright?

It's not real, Ruby. Right, Anne?

Thank you, Ruby. I take your tears
as the highest compliment.

I call my story The Haunted Dell:
A Most Shuddersome Tale.

You know how I admire your imagination,
Anne,

but I just remembered I'm due at home.

I better get home, too. It's getting dark.

But you haven't heard the ending yet.

I haven't thought of it,
but it promises to be very sinister.

Uh, tomorrow maybe, on the way to school.

A little further away from twilight. Bye.

Be careful walking home!

The Haunted Dell,

by Anne Shirley Cuthbert.

The... little girl...

felt a dark force...

lurking...

just... beyond the trees.

Oh!

Please don't kill me.

Please don't kill me,
please don't kill me.

Hello.

Come on.

Oh, I just had a rapturous encounter
with a forest creature.

What's wrong?

My great-aunt Beatrice...

She's died.

Oh, Mr. Dunlop. Oh.

There... there is a sizeable
inheritance, but...

it is of little comfort.

I was already an orphan,
like you, Anne, but now...

I am truly alone.

You're not alone.

You have me, your little sister,
remember?

You're a very sweet girl, Anne.

Aunt Bea always wanted me
to have a fine family.

Perhaps your aunt
will be a lovely ghost.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Interesting question.
Should I believe in them?

I'm writing a story
called The Haunted Dell.

And there's a ghost in it.
She's beautiful.

It has me petrified, but it's my duty
as a storyteller to finish it.

Aunt Bea loved a good scary story.

Do you have... an instrument
worthy of capturing your fine work?

- I prefer pen and ink to pencil.
- Oh, well,

an author should have
the latest and most stylish

of writing tools.

I'd like you to have this.

I shall cherish this always.
Thank you.

Ah.

Good evening, all.

My day was incredibly productive.

I spent a good part of it
chatting with William.

- Who's that?
- Mr. Barry.

According to William, apparently,
many people are skeptical about the gold,

even after the town-hall meeting.

That's to be expected.
It is unusual business.

Well, we thought, William and I,

that there should be
a less formal gathering

where the people of Avonlea
can talk things out.

- That's a splendid idea.
- Hmm.

The Barrys have decided
to host a big party,

for any and all interested folks.

Rather classy, I say.

Marilla, you and Matthew have to go!

Sounds a rather frivolous affair.

Well, perhaps, but it might
help you and Matthew

to make your decision
one way or another.

And also lemon squares, currant cake,
shortbread cookies.

We need something festive, a showstopper.

I wish I had more notice.

- Nesslerode pie?
- What?

I'll not have rum in this house, Mary Joe.

- It's only for flavoring, ma'am.
- Eliza, I've invited a few more guests.

If you could make arrangements
accordingly.

Exactly how many?
Cakes aren't made by magic elves, dear.

I shall need to secure Thomas Lynde

before he consumes the entirety
of the sweets table.

That scene at the church picnic
was very... unfortunate.

See what you can do about that,
won't you, darling?

Please take me with you.

You've proven yourself old enough
to stay home alone.

- Not afraid of the dark, are you?
- Not really.

You were fine the night we went
to the town-hall meeting.

My, my, you must've written
a bang-up ending for your story.

The skeleton trees captured the girl

and then indentured her
to the White Lady,

- Queen of the Ghosts, and...
- Ghosts. Fiddlesticks.

You'll stay here
and nothing untoward will happen.

That should cure you
of imagining danger into this house.

I worry that this gold is an open road...
to avarice in our... small town.

Ah, but it's inspired such generosity
among your flock.

Yes, well, $150.
A very large sum of money.

Quite a lot of Sunday-service dimes, eh?

And what does the...
philanthropist get in return

for sparing his neighbor
the financial burden

of paying for their own gold testing?

A very small share
in his grateful neighbor's gold claim.

That truly selfless act
might inspire the church

to counsel other parishioners
on the... benefits of your offer.

A righteous agreement, gentlemen.

We can't let all this frivolity
go to waste, Miss Marilla.

Ah, you could at least try
to have some fun.

- Glass of frivolity at all?
- No, no, no.

Did you change your hair?

Nathaniel... a word?

What can I do for you?

He's quite the prize pony, your Nate.

He's hardly mine.

I just meant he's practically
part of the family now.

You look lovely this evening, Marilla.

That hairstyle suits you.

Dear...

Gilbert,

How...

are...

Dear...

Gilbert...

♪ Our feet may wander ♪

♪ Far, far away ♪

♪ 'Mid scenes of beauty ♪

♪ From place to place... ♪

Don't you just look
like a bright shiny penny this evening?

Oh, well... thank you.

- Are you enjoying the party?
- It's quite wonderful, yes.

Glad to hear it.

♪ The heart may wander ♪

♪ And for a while... ♪

Your Rachel...
seems to be having a good time.

Oh, belle of the ball, that one.

♪ As we remember ♪

♪ The friends we love ♪

♪ The friends we love ♪

- ♪ The friends we love ♪
- ♪ The friends we love ♪

♪ The friends we love ♪

- Happy to help.
- ♪ As we remember ♪

- ♪ The friends we love ♪
- ♪ The friends we love ♪

♪ But o'er the features ♪

Diana will already be miles ahead
when she gets to finishing school.

Does that man have no sense of moderation?

Ah! No reason
I can't make his gain my gain.

Ahem.

- Thomas!
- Hmm?

- Are you enjoying yourself?
- Mm-hmm.

This gold business, eh? Exciting and...

worrisome.

- Would you consider...
- Now, Thomas,

don't you shake hands on William's offer
until you've heard mine.

Thomas, as your closer neighbor,

in geography as well as friendship,

I would like to fund your gold testing...

If you can't or won't part
with the money up front...

For a small stake in your claim.

Same offer, smaller stake.

I don't seek to profit,

I just mean to lessen
your financial burden, Thomas.

Gentlemen... thank you for the offers,

I will take the matter up with my wife.

I would never, uh,
make such a bold decision on my own.

♪ When we remember ♪

♪ The friends we love ♪

Lovely.

Very good, very good.

And for my brilliant
and nimble accompanist.

Brava.

- Very good, darling.
- Thank you, good people of Avonlea.

I have news:

My ship has come in.

I've recently inherited some money
and the first thing I plan to do

is buy land in Avonlea!

The second thing I plan to do
is test my soil!

Your house is filled with things
almost as pretty as you.

Could that be the long-drawn wail
of two boughs rubbing together,

or the cry of the unearthly creatures
I've called into being?

If there is gold, we'd have
more than enough to take care of Anne.

I suppose we should consider it.

Well, now, I don't know.

What if I paid the $150 for you
out of my inheritance?

It's the least I could do to thank you,
and especially Anne,

for welcoming me not only
into your home, but your lives.

- We couldn't possibly...
- Ahem.

- What are we talking about?
- Uh, Mr. Dunlop...

has just offered to pay
for our gold testing.

That's a lot of money, Mr. Dunlop.

Now's not the time to make such decisions.

We should get home to Anne before
she conjures herself a nervous breakdown.

And I'll thank you, Mr. Dunlop,
not to encourage her.

She's a great talent, our Anne.

- I'll deliver our goodbyes to the Barrys.
- I'll harness the horse.

An inheritance? Buying land?

- What the hell?
- I'm shoring up the grift.

You're sprung.
You're taking it too far.

You never know.
Maybe "Dunlop" can make a home here.

"Dunlop" is a dandy
whose brain is clouded by pastry

and a red-headed little brat!

Jonesey killed five guys
who cheated at cards with a blade

and another just for scuffing his boots!

Sure thing, loony, you'll fit right in.

You want to come at me? Huh?

I've been carrying
your dead weight for five years!

Anne, are you hurt?!

I was in a terrible dream.

We're in such danger, Marilla.

Oh, dear life and heart.

It's all in your head, Anne.

One day you may come to regret
the license you've given your imagination.

Oh, no, Marilla.

I wish I had more to give.

My time at the asylum
might've been bearable

if I'd have conjured you and Matthew
and Green Gables

when I imagined my most perfect home.

You must try and remember
what's real and good, Anne.

Now get some rest.

You may leave the lamp burning
if you promise not to touch it.

Can you believe that Harmon Andrews
competing with me?

Imagine... in my house.

At my party.

Was it a success? Your party?

Did you secure the number of investments
you were after?

It was a triumph.

You made it very pretty,
and I left Andrews in the dust.

How many tests are you underwriting?

You sound like my Aunt Josephine.

She is not the manager of our finances,
and neither are you.

I'm not asking you to turn out the books,
but... I am your wife.

Thomas Lynde never makes decisions
without consulting Rachel.

Hmm. Rather undignified,
wouldn't you say?

What if this little venture fails?

Diana and Minnie May
must go to finishing school.

- They simply must.
- Calm yourself, dear.

The girls will be finished, never fear.

And you know how much I would love
to go back home.

I couldn't bear never seeing London again.

We could even winter in Spain.

You and the girls shall get
everything your hearts desire.

Now... leave it all to me.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Matthew!

Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

It would seem Anne's dark imagination
is contagious.

Well, now, what is it?

We've only just settled up with the bank.
$150, that's quite a bit.

And Mr. Dunlop,
his offer is a generous one,

but it doesn't feel right...

Dig up Green Gables?

I mean, there might be gold.

And if so, it'll keep.

But I want us to give Anne a farm.

And a whole one. She can...

mine it after we're gone,

if that's her decision.

I agree entirely.

Anne?

Oh, Matthew, is it really you?
I thought for sure my end had come.

Mm-hmm.

I think it's time...

you best be getting to sleep.

You're safe here.

I promise.

Bash,
do you wanna talk about it?

Bash.

I know you're not asleep.
Your eyes are open.

Sebastian?

Your born name is Sebastian?

Sounds like you should own this boat.

And here I thought Bash meant
you like to rough a feller up.

Good to know.

You have ruined my reputation.
I could hit you two tap myself.

There was this girl back in Avonlea.

Anne.

One time I called her "Carrots"
and she whacked me over the head.

- I give her right on that.
- She's a redhead.

- Fiery temper.
- She should've done more than whack you.

Wonder if I'll ever see her again.

How long you plannin'
to stay on this ship?

I don't know.

I want to go
wherever the spirit moves me.

That's what my dad used to say.

I feel like
we'll be crackin' coal forever.

Like them pistons in the engine,
always going and going and going nowhere.

I'm trapped here.

I felt trapped in Avonlea.

If I go back home,

I may never be able to leave.

Boy, you call that a problem?

Some of us ain't have no home.

Good morning, Jerry.

Hello.

Hello.

No, no, no!

♪♪