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♪ First thing we 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 03

Episode Title: "Episode #2.3"

Dear...

Oh. No, no, no!

I... O... U...

paper.

Yes!

I am allowing you to go on this trip
against my better judgment.

Marilla, I assure you
that once I return from this adventure,

you'll realize your decision was correct!

Adventure?

Not an adventure... per se.

A... a restrained travel endeavor
for personal edification

and familial socialization.

And Gilbert's letter will be sent
across the sea to lands unknown.

Do not put me in a position
of having to defend

- any disruptive behavior to Mrs. Barry.
- Understood.

The Barrys are traveling there
for important business.

- Double-understood.
- Any foolishness will have consequ...

I will be as calm
as the Lake of Shining Waters

on a sunny day or a moonlit night,

depending on your preference.

Diana!

I suppose it'll be beneficial...
to have some quiet time to think.

About the future, you mean?

The boarders.
And how long they need to stay.

We could...

Hello!

We could go over the books together.

- Mr. Barry.
- It's very kind of you to allow Anne

to accompany you on your trip
to Charlottetown.

Aunt Josephine expressed her enthusiasm
for seeing Anne again rather forcefully.

We couldn't possibly disappoint her.

You're certain about your decision
to forego the testing of the soil

- here at Green Gables?
- Yeah. We're decided.

Shame to miss out on a golden opportunity.

We have enough, Mr. Barry.

That's for... her train fare.
That's both ways.

- You sure? We were... we're happy to...
- Darling, leave well enough alone.

- We'd best be on our way.
- Of course.

Good day, Marilla, Matthew.
We'll take good care of dear Anne.

Thank you. Safe travels.

Bye, Matthew! Bye, Marilla!

- Goodbye.
- Bye now. Safe travels.

Know anything about this?

- About...?
- Paper.

There something you wanna tell me?

I'm staying here. After the grift.

Uh... you're a laugh riot.

I'm staying. For good.

What the hell?
You setting me up, Jonesey?

I'm asking you
for a gentleman's agreement.

When Barry gets back,
we split the 1,700 bucks,

shake hands, part ways.

Rat me out and walk away
with the entire kitty? No sale.

When we're done here, we're done.
Deal is:

I get my inheritance
and I don't know a thing.

- How long you been planning this?
- I don't know.

- Since we arrived?
- No. It's just... I belong here.

What makes you think these people
are going to accept you?

Haven't you been paying attention?
They already have.

You're not gonna ruin this for me.

We both get what we want.

Is everything all right?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

I'm fine. I'm fine, thanks.

Oh!

I didn't realize Anne was already off
to Charlottetown.

I was hoping to say goodbye.

I believe this belongs to you.

And I wonder if this is also yours.

Mm, no.
I was never much of a drinker.

Perhaps it's Mr. Dunlop's?

The poor man seems to have picked up
some nasty habits

from his days as a soldier.

War can poison a man's mind.

Allow me to rid you of this filth.

I'm bored.
When are we gonna be there?

Mr. Barry, I know it's indecorous
to ask about financial matters,

but I'm so curious
about this gold business!

- Yeah. Well, what would you like to know?
- Where to start?!

Well, I'm bewitched by this notion of how
money moves from country to country.

- It seems like magic.

- I can see
how you'd perceive it that way.

Minnie May, please be careful.

So your money travels
from England to Charlottetown?

It's like a telegram,
but with cash instead of words.

You must be receiving a substantial amount

since you're not only testing
your soil for gold, but you're also...

There'll be enough
for many, many Avonlea families

to test the value of their land.

I believe a rising tide
should lift all boats.

Then you'll distribute the money
to those in town

- who want their soil tested as well?
- The money goes to Nathaniel.

He collects it directly in order
to expedite the process for everyone.

Mr. Barry doesn't usually discuss
our finances.

Today's your lucky day, Anne.

- Ow! Stop it!
- Minnie May,

please be respectful
of where everyone is sitting.

Know your place.

Sorry, Mother.

Minnie May,
for heaven's sake!

Hey, kid.

You still learning how to spell?

So?

Y-E-S, or N-O?

Yes.

Hmm.

What, you've never seen booze before?

Aren't you a Frenchy?

Thought they started you early
on this stuff.

We don't keep alcohol in the house.
Um, we're... we're Catholic.

C'mere.

Come... Sit with me.

Sit with me, little froggy!

There we are.

And there you go. Hmm?

Drink up. It'll make
the work go faster.

- No, thank you.
- Hmm?

Have a taste.

What, you scared?

- No.
- Then drink.

Come on, it'll put hair on your chest.

Um, I should get back to work.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're too young to drink.

Minnie May!
This is your final warning!

Jerry.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cuthbert.

What are you... what are you sorry for?

I know I made a hardship for you
in Charlottetown.

Back at Christmastime?

When I lost the...
the money from the horse.

If... if I'd been smarter...

if I'd been more... more careful...

may-maybe I could've run away
from them.

Are you talking about the men
who beat you up?

Why are you thinking about that now?

I... I should've stopped them!

No.

They were... they were grown men.

They're bad men.

Not your fault.

Yes, it is. If I hadn't lost the money,
you wouldn't have to take in the boarders.

You didn't do anything wrong, my son.

Never mind now. Never mind.

Never mind.

Oh!

Oh.

Anything the matter?

I don't know.

Is anything the matter with you?

I dunno.

Jerry, he's, um...

he's troubled about the boarders.

He's not the only one.

Thank you for helping me send this,
Rollings.

Official-looking correspondence.

It was important to me that the form
of the letter match its contents.

This could be life-changing for Gilbert.

Well, Rollings will investigate the boy's
whereabouts, won't you, Rollings?

- I've said I would, yes.
- If he is indeed on a steamship,

it shouldn't be too much trouble

to discover which one
and where it will dock next.

I may need to spread a few coins
in the process.

Yes, yes,
grease whatever palms you need to.

Ah... to think that my words
will be sent across an ocean,

delivering news of gold!

Is that the gold certificate?

Did Nathaniel want me to have it
for my banking transaction? Hmm?

- No...
- It's a letter, sir.

The one we've just discussed.

At length. Moments ago.

- Rollings.
- Well, it looks like it.

Perhaps you're overtired, dear.
Best to set that aside.

It's medicinal.

Ahem.

Time to retire. Come along, dear.

- Come along, Minnie May.
- Night-night.

You ask me,

this gold business is a load of hogwash.

Though it is my fond hope that I'm wrong.

- Why do you say that?
- The tenor of it all reminds me

of another town that had gold fever.

- Here on Prince Edward Island?
- Yes, a town up north.

Cape Wolfe.

About a decade ago, I think.

I don't remember the details,
but I remember the mood.

- What happened?
- Nothing. It was a bust.

- Have you told Father?
- Oh... Ha, ha...

He's never taken kindly to my advice.

About anything.

Oh, uh, as I recall,

it was a story that was covered
in The Island Announcer.

Newspaper articles about the gold,
and then the unfortunate lack of it.

Oh, it ran for weeks. Quite the fiasco.

Father's convinced of it.
He says this is a very exciting prospect.

I'm sure he's done his due diligence.

Good harvest.

Merciful Lord.

We have a bit of a cushion... now.

Even after... paying back the bank.

No real need for extra income, then.

No real need.

Be nice to have things a bit more...
quiet again.

- And back to normal.
- Yeah.

It would indeed.

I can't stop thinking about
the terrible possibility of "gold fever."

It sounds so... feverish.

Don't get a fever.

Otherwise, you're gonna get smelly onions
on your feet.

It's worrisome.
We need more information.

If only there was a way
to read those old articles.

Diana...

What if tomorrow we E-S-C-A-P-E

so we can V-I-S-I-T...

N-E-W-S-P-A-P-E-R.

No fair!

To I-N-V-E-S-T-I-G-A-T-E!

No fair at all!

Shhh!

Go to sleep.

Horse. Horse. Horse!

Plenty of those
in Charlottetown.

- It's a splendidly busy city.
- Yes. It's all rather exciting.

I love Charlottetown. It's fun.

Really, do you have nothing
more interesting than this?

- What else did you have in mind?
- As I said, something interesting.

To clarify: something that doesn't bore me
to tears.

This velvet has absolutely no drape.

What do you have in a higher price range?
Something of quality.

This feels like a cat. Meow.

Oh, Minnie May.

I've seen Mother in this mood before.
When she's angry at Father,

she becomes very passionate
about home decor.

How long do you think
her passion will last?

Long enough.

Ahem.

Not the mustard!

Good afternoon, sir.

We were hoping you'd point us
in the direction of your archives.

- Archives?
- Uh...

where you keep the old copies
of the newspapers?

I'm well-apprised
of the concept of an archive.

What's confusing me is your ignorance
of spatial relationships.

Use your young eyes.

Does it look like we have the room
to keep a functioning newspaper archive?

There's no archive.

We have a veritable Sherlock Holmes
on our hands.

Excellent powers of deduction, young lady.

In that case,

do you happen to remember anything
about the story of gold in Cape Wolfe?

Age and memory do not go hand in hand.

But you might have some luck with, um,
Malcolm Frost.

- He covered the story.
- A bona-fide reporter!

A naturalist. He wrote the pieces
because he was concerned, as I recall.

But you best to talk to him.

He frequents the pub down the block.

- Thank you so much!
- Thank you very much.

Girls?

Tread lightly. He never recovered.

Never recovered from what,
do you suppose? The gold?

- Aunt Jo said it was a fiasco.
- Do you suppose his spirit is broken?

This is it.

Here we go.

That's got to be him.

Dear me.

Uh, excuse me, sir.
We're sorry to intrude.

Uh, are you Mr. Malcolm Frost?

I'll take another.

Mr. Frost, you covered a story about gold
for The Island Announcer 10 years ago?

Thirteen.

But I don't talk about my work anymore.
Good day.

- May I ask why not?
- See, that question sets me up to talk,

which not one second ago
I said I would not do.

I'll talk, then.

- Everyone in our town...
- Avonlea.

Has gold fever.
Apparently everyone in Cape Wolfe

had gold fever too,
but there was no gold.

- Incorrect.
- What part is incorrect?

Hopefully the "no gold" part.

A year of my life...
that I'll never get back.

Barkeep?!

I'm scared, Anne. We should go.

Sir, please.
Is there anything you can tell us?

I'm sorry you're sad.

And I'm also sorry
to disturb you from your sadness.

I know how difficult that can be.

But if you can tell us anything at all
about the gold, we'd be much obliged.

Educate yourselves.

Quietly.

Oh, how beautiful.

Your handwriting is so neat.

You have an organized mind, Mr. Frost.
I admire that.

These sketches remind me a bit
of the book Nate gave me.

Uh, Nate's the geologist who found
the gold in the soil of Avonlea.

He showed me the gold
under his microscope,

but I couldn't see anything.

You didn't see any gold?

Once I learn more about the topic,

I'll be better able to perceive
what's right in front of me.

- Gold is very shiny.
- The particles were very small.

Or not there.

You're aggravating...

but you don't seem dumb, or blind.

If there was gold, you would've seen it.

- No, I...
- See, right... right away!

No one listens to reason. I...

That's why I didn't want
to talk about this.

You came here specifically to talk to me
about this specific topic.

Then I tell you something true,

something I know
because of decades of research,

and you say no.

I'll tell you now. Since you insist
on me telling you something,

I'll bet my last dollar

that your town will do exactly
what everyone in Cape Wolfe did.

Yes, there are trace amounts of gold
in the soil of P.E.I.

No, it is not enough to justify
the cost of digging.

Even if you mined for 900 years,
it wouldn't be enough!

Your foolish town will repeat history.

What company is this...

so-called geologist working for?

I don't... know. He never said.

Did he ever talk numbers? Calculate how
much gold a ton of ore would produce?

- No...
- Why not? I'll tell you why.

A ton of ore anywhere on this island

will only reap 40 to 60 cents of profit.

One ton. Forty cents.

That'll buy you two-dozen eggs.

But we don't buy our eggs.
We have chickens.

I can't talk about it!

Shhh.

Diana... why didn't Nate let me
accompany him on his excavations?

Because... there's no gold.

Why was the gold chapter the only
well-loved chapter

in the whole geology book?

Because he studied it
to fabricate a gold discovery.

Why did your father think
my letter to Gilbert

- was the official gold certificate?
- You got me there.

Because I wrote it on paper
I nicked from Nate's room.

The same paper as the certificate!

And he had an embosser.

From New York. He must've forged it.
Why didn't I put any of this together?!

Let me ask you this.
Who have you been listening to recently?

Everyone around here?

Or that person in here? Hmm?

I'm a child, Mr. Frost.

Poppycock. Children are pure instinct.
You should've trusted yourself.

Seems to me
you've got it all figured out.

You wanna come at me? I've been
carrying your dead weight for 5 years!

Nate and Mr. Dunlop
are working together.

- What?! How's that possible?
- I heard them fight one night.

It was the fight of two people
who've known each other for a long time.

There's one huckster,
there's bound to be another.

They're criminals. They used Green Gables
to bamboozle the whole town!

Grifters. Bottom of the barrel.

Have to let your parents know
before it's too late!

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait.

This one has some clean pages left.

Take notes as you explore your life.

It'll help you make sense of it.
Keep honing those instincts.

They're crucial.

Thank you, Mr. Frost. Truly!

Diana? Diana?!

Whoa.

- ...and I won't tell that part...
- Diana!

- Diana!
- Mother! Oh!

We've discovered something awful
about the gold!

What were you doing
in that... establishment?!

- Please, listen to us!
- Lying about the gold!

Thank you, Officer.
We'll be on our way.

- Bye-bye!
- Bye.

Mother, I understand
we caused you a fright,

but I promise we had good intentions.

We went there to talk
to Mr. Malcolm Frost about the gold.

What you learned from a strange man
in a public house is of no consequence.

- But, Mother, I...
- I will hear none of it.

You were improper. You disobeyed me.

You fraternized with a stranger,
a male stranger, unchaperoned!

Mr. Frost knows more about the gold
on the island than any of us!

How could you possibly think
that you have the right

to insert yourself
in this complicated financial matter?

You are a child.

You are not to utter one more word
until we are back in Avonlea.

You're making a mistake!

- A mistake?! How dare you?
- Mrs. Barry, please...

If I hear one more word
from either of you,

your friendship will be over for good!
Now come along.

Sure you don't need any help
with supper?

I do not.

Oh, Matthew.
I'm a bit at sixes and sevens.

I've gotten used to being in the kitchen.

I'm in your way.

Ah. Oh. Uh...

Uh, excuse me. Sorry.

Thank you for the dance.

Seems like I'm in everyone's way.

Guess I should... head up,
make myself presentable.

It's time for them to go.

Now.

We'll tell them at supper.

I have some happy news.

I've found a plot of land nearby
that's perfect for my needs.

Land, eh?

Gonna build a gingerbread
house, Mr. Dunlop?

You know, what's lovely is,

the walk from there to Green Gables
is only a half-hour.

Six months from now,
when my house is finished,

I'll remain close to you
in both geography and spirit.

Matthew and I have decided it's time
for you to find other accommodations.

It's time for Green Gables
to get back to normal.

It may, um...

take me a little while
to find someplace else.

We're happy to give you a day or two...
to get organized.

Not to worry, friend.

We're in this together, hmm?

♪ When we remember ♪

♪ The friends we love ♪

Mr. Dunlop! Shouldn't you be using
this time to pack?

It's Anne! I'm baking her favorite!

I can't wait to hear
all about her adventure!

And I am not against
a child's right to curiosity...

but Anne continues to coerce my Diana.

Always a pleasure.

Here it is.
It's all there. I promise.

Anne?

Anne?

Anne!

Please thank your hosts!

Thank you.

Marilla, I need to talk to you
about Nate and Mr. Dunl...

We missed you so much.
There's a lot of catching up to do.

I made this for you special.

You must be tired and hungry.

I'm fine.

Mr. Dunlop,
I kindly ask you to leave my kitchen

so I can attend to supper.

Come and help me, Anne.

Malcolm Frost.

He was the naturalist
who reported on the story.

He said there was never any gold
anywhere on Prince Edward Island!

They know.

Nate and Dunlop
have been working together.

They used Green Gables, Marilla.
They used us. They're grifters!

I believe you, Anne. I believe you.

We believe you too, Anne.

Oh... no.

You worked hard today, Jerry.

So just go home to your family.
Be well.

Thank you,
Mr. Cuthbert.

Uh, so... so's you know, the boarders,

they'll be moving on.

Hey!

- They took the gun.
- Where's Anne?

I looked upstairs. They've gone!

I'll go for help.

Ah!

Where do you think you're going,
froggy?

It was you.

It was you!

Let's go.

I never liked you.

Gimme the money!

Sure thing.

- You get your half...
- All of it.

Jonesey.

- Let's...
- This is all your fault!

H-how is this my fault?
The kid tipped the grift.

You turned them against me.

All I wanted was to stay!

Snap out of it.

This isn't on me.

They knew we were working together.

Down yonder!

Come on, boy!

Come on!

Let's go, boys.

This way!

Hyah!

There's no life there for you.

They liked me.

Everyone... they liked me!

Jonesey, we gotta get going.

Hey. We'll find a whole new grift.

Just you and me, just like old times.

There is no me and you!

I'm taking the money,
I'm gonna buy a house with land!

Somewhere beautiful!

Ah! Ah!! No!

There you go, buddy.
I made your wish come true.

Stay in Avonlea forever.

Yea, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me.

Come on. Come on.

Over here!

What is it? What've we got?

Careful now.

There's someone on the ground.

Whoa!

Jerry? Jerry!

Jerry!

- I'm down here!
- Jerry.

- We got someone in the hole!
- Help me out of here!

- Are you all right?
- Who have we got?

Got yourself a nice goose egg there.

At least this time I tried to stop them.

- You're a good lad.
- Get him outta there!

Jerry.

Well done.

They're the ones who robbed me
in Charlottetown.

Then you had a feeling.

- It was Nate. He orchestrated everything.
- Quiet now.

No. I was a victim, too!
Are you forgetting?

I pitched in $150 like everyone else!

Avonlea was to be my home!

That's enough now, Mr. Dunlop,
or whoever you are.

- And what of the money?
- It's gone.

He took it! Nate took it.
I'm telling you, I'm a victim, too!

- All of it?
- I'm sorry, William.

Things'll be a little tight for all of us
for a while.

Time to get you home, Jerry.
Up. Yeah.

Matthew said you tried to stop them.

All this time, I...
I couldn't remember who they were.

And then, all of a sudden, like, I-I did.

It was very brave of you.

I wish you'd be rid of that book.

This is a period best forgotten.

I'm not sure I agree with you, Marilla.

Take this rock as an example.

Nate's book taught me
that it's iron pyrite.

Fool's gold.

If you perceive it in a certain light,
it looks like real gold.

It does if you're foolish enough

to trick yourself into seeing something
that isn't real.

All we can do is our best, Marilla,

regardless of what we know or don't know.

True enough.

I believe there's always a bit of good
in any situation,

even a bad one.

I think it builds character.

Easier said than done.

But I suppose that's a fine way
of looking at things.

Malcolm Frost recommends
I trust my intuition, and I plan to.

Hmm.

Fancy.

So what it say?

There's gold in Avonlea?

♪♪