L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables: Fire & Dew (2017) Movie Script

"The green grass glistened with

morning dew as Bertram held

Geraldine in his

strong arms ..."

If you cannot contain

yourselves, I shall cease

to read on.

Oh, go on!

We promise to be good.

That's better.

Hello!

You look tired. Good walk?

Wonderful.

Mother thought reading books

was the devil's work.

Imagine what she'd think about

writing them.

Now Marilla, you know Anne

always puts a moral in her

stories, and romance.

Nothing wrong with that.

Fact is, I kind of like 'em.

"Together they surveyed a

smashed-up coupé..."

What's a coupé?

It's a kind of carriage.

It sounds French.

It is French, Ruby.

They're petite noblesse.

"'Oh, Mr. Devere - Bertram - you

may have saved my life,

but I fear my heart will never

recover,' said Geraldine,

between gasps. 'Tis not your

heart, Geraldine, but our love

that ails you.' Then falling to

his knees in the churned soil,

he produced a diamond ring."

"'Will you take me as yours, and

give me your own thy self?'"

That's not done nowadays.

What?

Well, men don't get down on

their knees to propose.

Oh, Ruby, I imagined a world

where they did.

But I -

Ruby, don't be so the,

the way you are.

"Her marble bosom heaved in the

moonlight."

Oh, that's so

romantic!

For the ending, I imagined

Cordelia was secretly in love

with Bertram, and when

Geraldine told her about the

engagement, she was furious -

especially when she saw the

necklace and diamond ring.

And all of her affection for

Geraldine turned into bitter

hatred, and she vowed

she would never marry Bertram.

And she pretended to be

friends with Geraldine, just

the same as ever.

Then one evening they were

standing on a bridge over

a turbulent stream, and

thinking they were alone,

Cordelia pushed her right over

the brink with a wild, mocking

"Ha-ha-ha!" But Bertram saw

the entire thing, and he plunged

right into the water,

proclaiming, "I will save thee,

my Geraldine!" But alas, he

forgot he couldn't swim,

and they both drowned,

clasped in each other's arms.

I don't know how you can make

up such stories out of your

own head.

It's all about cultivating

your imagination.

You can do it, too, if you put

your mind to it.

Oh, it's too late for me.

What do you mean?

I just, I don't think of those

things.

What do you think about?

Ruby Gillis says she means to

have a beau by the time

she's seventeen.

Ruby Gillis ought to. She's got

a case of... Well, I'm not going

to say anything uncharitable.

I think you and I should take an

oath that we'll never marry,

but be nice old maids for the

rest of our lives, and live

together forever.

Oh, not old. Never old. Let's be

this age, and stay in Avonlea

forever.

As Minnie always says,

I agree with that.

Slowpoke! Is a snail your

sister? Get down here!

Your porridge is getting cold.

Coming, Marilla!

Oh, finally! Well, the

flounce on that dress makes

you look even taller.

It was kind of you to add it,

Marilla, even though it's

not very sensible.

Well, I'm not about to have the

likes of Josie Pye making

remarks about the state of your

clothes.

She's always tops and

no taters, that one.

Matthew! Sit down!

Come have your porridge.

Diana's waiting for me.

May I skip it?

Skip breakfast, the most

important meal of the day?

Not likely! The last time you

tried that you nearly drowned

yourself.

That wasn't because I missed

breakfast.

Mm-hmm.

It's funny. I don't feel any

older, but I suppose I am.

It's a serious thing, growing

up. I'm not sure I'm going

to like it.

Excuse me, Miss Anne. I picked

up a little something for you

in town last week. You might be

able to use them at school.

Oh, Matthew!

You always know how

to cheer me up!

Oh, now. Thank you.

Marilla, may I go?

As long as you don't run.

Mind the puddle!

She may be fourteen;

there's still quite a lot of

the child in that girl yet.

My goodness! Gilbert's certainly

grown over the summer.

Oh, isn't it time to bury the

hatchet between you two?

I suppose.

Hello, Diana.

Hello, Ruby. Jane,

that's a pretty dress.

Thank you, Gilbert.

Gilbert Blythe. What have

you been up to all summer?

Camp in Ontario. There's

canoeing, and archery.

You see, that's what happens

when I try to be nice.

Now, don't all

crowd me!

Now, you can all have a turn

with it later. Yes, alright

Jeremy, you can ring the bell.

Lilian, don't touch the chain.

You'll get your hands all dirty.

I told you no good would come

from hiring a woman teacher.

Oh, Rachel, stop fussing!

A bicycle!

What next, a motorcar?

That'll be the day!

And she's got them reading

Latin. Latin! Why, it's the

next thing over from Italian.

Well, I'm sure no harm will come

from that, either.

Marilla Cuthbert, you're getting

soft. That's what.

By the way, have you heard

anything at all about the

Abbey Bank?

Just what everyone's saying -

that it's shaky.

Every penny we have is tied up

in that bank. Matthew won't

hear a word about going anywhere

else.

Once he's made up his mind,

trying to turn him is like

trying to turn the wind.

That's a man for you. And that's

another thing - she's got them

doing something called "physical

exercises." Girls and boys

together. Shameful!

This is an authentic pine wood

paddle used by a coureur de

bois. Runners of the woods.

Each man's paddle was unique

to him, and if he perished on

the river, it also served to

mark his grave.

Who wants to learn the

traditional paddling technique

of the trappers?

Anne Shirley, s'il

vous plait?

Grip the handle here, and here.

The coureurs used smooth and

steady movements.

Arms straight, reaching out and

drawing as much of the water

over their blades as possible.

Bien, bien, Mademoiselle

Shirley! Mais, the coureurs

never travelled alone.

Who will be Anne's

faithful partner?

I will!

Choose me, please!

Monsieur Blythe, mon ami,

veuillez-vous?

A little closer, please.

S'il vous plait.

Now then. Anne, Gilbert, on my

mark. Un, deux, trois,

un, deux, trois, un, deux,

trois...

Do you mind trading sides?

Un, deux, trois, un, deux,

trois, un, deux, trois.

♪ Aloutte,

je te plumerai ♪

♪ Aloutte,

gentille Aloutte ♪

♪ Alouette, je te plumerai.

Je te plumerai la tête ♪

♪ Je te plumerai la tête.

Et la tête, et la tte ♪

♪ Aloutte! Aloutte! Oh!

Euclid of

Alexandria was known as

the father of geometry.

His genius was in reducing

the things we know for sure down

to five distinct axioms.

First, a straight line can be

drawn between any two

points. Second...

A circle

with any radius can be drawn

around any point, and Anne

Shirley, what are you doing?

Please see me after class.

Fourth, all right angles are

equal. Fifth -

Romance. You like romance,

do you? Do you agree with

the theme?

Theme?

Men prefer women who are aloof.

That's what Ruby said.

In my opinion, there's nothing

wrong with telling the truth.

But that's neither here nor

there, and it's not the reason

I asked you to stay behind.

It's not?

She wants to organize an after

school class for her most

advanced students who mean to

take the exam for Queen's.

And Miss Stacey says that if I

get in, and work hard enough

when I'm there, I may qualify

myself to be a teacher!

Anne?

I've always wanted to be a

teacher! I didn't even -

Anne?

Thank you for the world so

sweet, thank you for the food

we eat, thank you for the birds

that sing, thank you, God,

for everything. Oh, Marilla!

It's always been my undying

dream, my whole life, to be a

teacher!

Really? That's the first I've

heard of it.

Well, I didn't mention it before

because I thought it would be

perfectly useless. Oh, Matthew!

Think of it! Queen's Academy

in Charlottetown! Can you think

of a more alluring place in the

whole world?

Charlottetown, eh?

But I would suppose it'd be

dreadfully expensive.

Well, I don't suppose that's

something you need to

worry about.

But, I do worry.

Anne Shirley, when we took you

in we resolved to give you

a good education. I believe that

a girl should be fit to earn a

living, whether or not she ever

has to. So there's an end to it.

Enough said.

Oh, Marilla, thank you! Thank

you, thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you, thank you!

Oh, I will work as hard as I

can, and I will try my best

to be a good credit to you,

though, do not expect too much

in geometry; but I think I can

hold my own in everything else

if I work hard enough.

Reckon you'll beat the whole

island. Beat 'em all easy,

you'll see.

Diana!

Anne, what's wrong?

This is nothing short of a

calamity!

It's not me, Anne. It's my

parents.

They think it's a waste of

money. I'll most likely get

married and stay at home.

But you don't have to be like

that.

My mother thinks so.

Oh, I will curse her to my

dying day if that -

Oh, gosh! I didn't mean that.

I know.

Why Ruby Gillis instead of you?

Miss Stacey says she's a walking

abacus.

Why Josie? Why, Diana? We've

never been apart in anything!

Remember what Mrs. Lynde said?

When that calf died in birth,

and even Matthew couldn't calm

you down?

I know, I know. We can't have

perfect things in this imperfect

world. She's not a very

comforting woman.

No doubt she has a lot of true

things to say.

Go be a scholar.

Though I have tasted the

bitterness of death,

I shall endure.

Good bye.

Moody Spurgeon,

please introduce yourself

to the class.

Class, please welcome your new

fellow student.

Hello, everyone.

Welcome, Moody.

Thank you, Moody.

In every life there

is a moment - one moment,

never to be repeated - when

after years of hearing grown ups

tell you to grow up, you decide

on your own to do it.

You have been given the

opportunity to try out for

Queen's Academy, where you will

study with the best and

brightest of our province.

But it won't be easy.

The work will be harder than

anything you have ever faced.

It will require your

dedication, sacrifice,

and strength. But if you seize

this opportunity - as I believe

that all of you here can - then

this will be your moment.

The entrance exam

is in two months. The time has

come to set aside childish

things.

Gallia est omnis divisa. Gallia

est omnis divisa in partes tres;

quaram unam incolunt Belgae.

Gallia est omnis divisa in

partes tres quaram...

Anne. Muscle.

Muscle. M-U-S-C-L-E. Muscle.

Gilbert. Confederation.

Confederation.

C-O-N-F-E-D-E-R-A-T-I-O-N.

Confederation.

Anne? Peony.

Peony. P-I-O-N-Y. Peony.

Gilbert. Quandary.

Quandary.

Q-U-A-N-D-R-Y. Quandary.

Head rolls! And begin!

And the other way!

Open your jaw!

Ahh.

And the other way!

And then move it!

Really work it!

And the hips! Release your hips!

With mast, and helm, and pennon

fair; That well had borne

their part. But the noblest

thing that perished there

Was that young and

faithful heart.

What do you think, Harry?

I agree. Memory like an

elephant.

I just hope your examiner is

sitting in a sturdy chair.

Give us another one.

Anne, you're shaking.

I can't help it.

You know, this is tiddlywinks

compared to the

teacher's course.

Josie, good luck to you, too.

Good luck, Anne.

You, too.

Forty-nine, Moody! If you don't

know it now, you never will.

Good luck, Anne.

Thank you, Moody. Good luck to

you, too.

Good morning. My name is

Superintendent Williston. I will

be the invigilator for today's

examinations. Eyes front, backs

straight, put your personal

belongings away. Do not open,

do not touch, do not look at the

booklet until the starting bell.

During the examination,

do not look onto your

neighbour's paper, or you will

be excused. Do not talk or

whisper or you will be excused.

And if you need to be excused,

you will be excused. Ready?

Begin.

I have a creepy, crawly

feeling about the geometry.

It was fiendishly hard!

Well, now, I'm sure

you did fine.

Ruby Gillis says it was so easy

a child of ten could do it.

Moody Spurgeon says he thinks he

failed history, Charlie says he

failed algebra. But we don't

fully know until the pass list

is out, and that might be for

another week, at least.

Mm-hmm.

I'd rather not pass at all than

place lower than Gilb...

Than I expected.

You hear that?

What is it?

A bobolink.

Sounds so cheerful.

Joyous and irrepressible glee.

Like you.

Not always.

Anne! Anne!

What is it? Are you alright?

Oh! Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Only father was in Bright River,

and he bought the paper.

It's here. It's all here.

The pass list?

Diana, I can't bear it.

What does it say?

You passed! You passed first!

You and Gilbert!

You and Gilbert both! You tied!

I'm going to Queen's?

Yes, you silly goose!

You're going to Queens!

Marilla!

Marilla, look! I passed!

Everyone did, including

Moody Spurgeon, although he's

conditioned in history.

And Ruby, and Jane, and Charlie.

And Josie Pye just scraped

through, although she'll put on

as many airs as if she led.

I knew you would do it.

Well, I'd say you've done very

well for yourself, hmm?

Mind you keep your wits about

you.

I will.

And remember before you cross

the street you -

Look both ways.

Those cab drivers are

impossible. I was nearly

run over!

I know. You told me.

And don't talk to strangers.

To strangers.

Heaven knows what kind of odd

folk you're going to find in a

great big city like

Charlottetown.

Marilla. I'll be perfectly

sensible.

And do not skip -

Breakfast is the most important

meal of the day.

No, this one I need to hear you

promise out loud.

I, Anne Shirley, solemnly

promise not to skip breakfast.

Right. Okay.

Miss Anne, that train

won't wait.

Okay, enough lolly gagging.

Off you go.

I don't know how I'm

going to fill my days now that

Anne's off at Queen's, which is

silly, of course. I've got my

work at the Aid Society, and

enough mending to last me

through the winter, and Matthew

. I know you think I was

a fool for adopting that child,

but for all the trouble she's

brought into our lives, she's

brought as much or more of

sunshine.

You know me. I'm not one of

those people as can never be

brought to own up they've made a

mistake.

Goes without saying.

But just think, Marilla. If I

had been right, she could have

set the house on fire.

What?

I locked up every match

in the house for the first

week because of you.

Mind you, an odder,

unexpecteder witch of a child

there never was.

But she's turned out real well.

Hmm.

Yeah.

She's a credit to the

both of you's.

I tried to make

it cozy for the, Petal, but the

whole town is bloody drafty

like. Manky colonial

construction. Neither

use nor ornament.

Happen a cup of brew, Petal?

Thank you.

Conny lass. There's naught it's

good for but the grave,

we say in Yorkshire.

Yes, ma'am.

Hast thou ever been to

Yorkshire, love?

No, ma'am.

I hope to gradley God

some day, the will!

Thank you, ma'am.

Dining room's at the foot of the

stairs. There'll be a lovely

hot cuppa waiting for the.

♪ Ah, my own bonnie lassie

Oh, gosh. Don't you just love

life in the city? I know I do.

It's what I was born to -

Oh, you've been crying?

You really shouldn't rub like

that. Your nose and eyes are

all red. It's most unbecoming.

Do you understand a single word

that she says?

♪ When I look to yon high -

Personally, I have no intention

of being homesick.

Charlottetown's far too jolly

for that poky old Avonlea.

I don't know how I

stood it so long.

Oh, gosh! I'm so hungry I could

eat the bottom out of an

iron pot. Mmm. In any event, I'm

off to meet Jim Stockley later

at the park. His parents are

very well known in

Charlottetown, and he's such a

sport. He noticed you in class

today. He asked me about you.

I said that you were an orphan

and that no one knew very much

where you came from.

Why, Josie, the stork brought

me, just the same as you.

Oh, Anne, I feel as it's been

ages since morning.

Hello, Josie.

Your bedroom's so much

bigger than mine.

Mine's dreadful.

These must be for us.

I hope so. I'm famished!

Have you been crying?

Oh, do own up. It will restore

my self respect. I was bawling

my eyes out before Ruby came

along.

It's true. She was a

regular waterworks.

I don't mind being

a goose if somebody else

is a goose, too.

Are you trying for the Avery?

The Avery?

The scholarship.

Well, I don't know anything

about that.

It's a full scholarship to

university. Anywhere the

recipient wants to go.

Jim Stockley's uncle is

on the board of governors.

In any event, Gilbert's sure to

win it. And the gold medal.

Who says? If hard work has

anything to do with it,

I'm going to win that

scholarship.

That's the spirit!

Hear, hear!

Barred owl.

Great horn.

Mm-hmm.

Awful quiet, don't you

think?

You have a gift for

stating the obvious.

Remember when she cracked

that slate over Gilbert Blythe's

head?

Hmm.

Dreadful behaviour.

What was it he called her?

Carrots.

The vanity of that child.

"I will not go back to

school! My honour has been

tarnished." A child of

twelve!

I will allow I'll get an awful

lot more done around the house

without her here.

True.

I hired that local handyman,

George; what's his name?

McMurrich. George McMurrich.

Hmm.

Well, I'm for bed.

He's a good man.

Yes, he is.

He'll be a help around

here.

Yes, he will.

You understand.

Yes, I do. Good night.

God bless.

What room are you

in?

Twelve.

I'm in twelve.

I'm in room eight.

With Moody?

Just my luck.

What room are you in, Anne?

Dearest Diana, here it is

Tuesday, and I'm writing this i

Mrs. Periwinkle's boarding

house. Mrs. Periwinkle is a

queer type. She reminds me of

Mrs. Lynde, but without the

sturdy backbone and the

Christian morals.

Last night I was horribly

lonesome all alone in my room,

and wished so much I could look

out my window and see the light

from your window winking back a

me.

There are scores of

students here from all over

the Island, along with our

little group from Avonlea.

Josie Pye has begun to do

her hair up, and she spends more

time with boys than studying;

letting them carry her satchel,

and generally behaving like a

silly person.

Not that I am opposed to

masculine friendship - if only

to furnish broader standpoints

of judgement and comparison.

Still, I find much solace

in my studies, and am pleased

to count myself among the

favourites for the Avery Prize,

among others, whom I do not car

to name. Yours devotedly, Anne.

Don't forget to ask them about

the interest rates.

I won't, Marilla. You've made

sure of that.

Maybe they can tell us the

reasons that our savings haven't

done well since -

Since February. I know. I'm not

so slow I can't remember what

you told me half an hour ago.

And don't be put off by them

talking down to you. It's your

money. You have a right to

know what they're doing with it.

And being investigated for

what exactly? That's what I'd

like to know.

Why don't you come in with me?

Oh, me talk to a bank manager?

Not likely!

But you -

No, it has to be a man. You'll

do fine. Now, you're going to

ask them about what?

Interest rates.

Off you go. Go on.

Go on! Get in there.

Oh! Matthew Cuthbert

in Avonlea!

My goodness! What a delightful

surprise!

Oh, well, I just thought I -

Come in, come in. Marilla not

with you?

No, no.

Huh. I see her at church and so

on, but she's always so busy

with one thing or another.

Uh-huh. She's a busy one,

alright.

Well, come into my office.

Let's have a chat.

My father.

Hmm.

He used to always say, "If all

men were as decent as the

Cuthberts, we'd be out of

business, boy."

So...

Is this a social visit, or are

we talking business?

Well, what I

mean to say is Marilla and I

wanted...

Yes?

To know about the interest

rates.

I beg your pardon?

How are the interest rates?

Fairly steady, all

things considered.

Good. That's good.

Anything else you wanted

to know?

No, no. That's it.

What am I going to do with you?

Father said any bank run by an

Abbey was good enough

for anyone.

Father was a good man, but he

was not a wise investor.

Oh, good morning,

Marilla. My goodness, Matthew.

You're mighty dressed up

for a Tuesday.

Hello, Rachel. You certainly

have an eye for fashion.

You weren't just coming from the

Abbey Bank, were you?

Sorry, Rachel. We don't have

time to stay and talk.

I'll see you later at the guild

meeting.

George McMurrich's working up at

your house now.

That's right, he is. And he's a

very good man.

Quiet!

Which is a virtue.

Quietest man I've ever known.

Muriel!

This morning it seemed that

nothing was so important as

exams, but out here it only

seems half so important.

It's all very well for you,

Anne. You're sure to pass

at least.

Ruby, what do you mean?

You'll do fine.

Not unless I can distinguish

between a dangling

participle and a split

infinitive.

Oh, I've completely lost my

appetite.

Why worry? What's the use?

At least it's something that I

can do. It would be so

dreadful to fail after spending

so much money.

I don't care. If I don't pass

this year, I'll just come back

next fall, because my father can

afford it. By the way, Anne,

Jim Stockley told me that

Professor Tremaine told him

that Gilbert is sure to win the

Avery.

Jim Stockley's certainly

entitled to his opinion.

Oh, boy.

Jane?

Just thinking about exams again.

Josie, what are you wearing to

the tea dance?

Oh, I'll just probably pick

something up from the shops.

Everything here is so much nicer

than at home.

Would you look at that?

My hand's shaking.

I'm going to wear my lace

gown with the low waist.

It shows off my figure.

What about you, Anne?

What are you going to wear?

Well, I don't know why they have

this thing a week before exams.

It's such a silly tradition.

There's so much studying to do.

You're not coming?

Oh, but you must come, Anne.

Or else I'll be the only one

without a partner.

Girls! Don't be so

insensitive. Perhaps Anne just

doesn't have a gown.

Gilbert reminds me of

Enrico Caruso, don't you think?

And I'm the Queen of Romania.

Who's Enrico Caruso?

He's an opera singer.

Jim Stockley played me a

recording of him on his

Victrola.

Why isn't Jim here?

He's, he's probably playing

golf. He's absolutely

crazy about golf.

Gilbert's a really good dancer.

He can make anyone look

competent. Even you, Anne.

I have the least desire to dance

with Gilbert Blythe.

Oh, but everyone dances with

everyone. It's tradition.

She probably wasn't

taught that at the orphanage.

I wish they'd play a waltz.

It must be thrilling to be

whirled around the dance floor

by a man.

There's no chance of that.

Miss Elwood is a Methodist.

Uh-oh, here they come.

Alright, lads. Come on. Let's

not be shy.

Alright, let's get this over

with.

Hello, Anne. How is life with

you?

Do you know the steps?

Nope.

Neither do I. Sort of

walk-bounce-walk.

Walk-bouce-walk. Got it.

Gosh, Ruby sure looks pretty

today.

Dogasted, Moody! Focus!

Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Change partners.

I'll lead.

Uh-huh.

You're a fast learner.

And... and...

Change partners.

Afternoon, Anne.

Gilbert.

Josie's been chasing me like

I'm a chicken on the loose!

How are you finding Cicero?

Cicero?

The Roman writer who ...

I know who he was. Battle before

passion. After all that

makes me cross-eyed, and all

the magistrates.

What? What is it?

Well, the magistrates list in De

Legibus.

I know. So what?

So the exam is on

the other book.

I read the wrong book! Let go of

me!

I didn't mean to.

No, you didn't mean to. You're

just so competitive.

Anne I thought we were past -

You thought you could get the

Avery by saving this from me

from the last second. But I

won't let that happen,

Gilbert Blythe.

What?

Just you mark it.

Oh, poor girl. Her nerves are

all shaken up. Did you know that

orphans are twice as likely to

be criminals as regular folk?

What?

Dance with me!

Nec vero habere virtutem

satus est quasi artem alliquam

nisi utare. Nec vero habere

virtutem satus est quasi

artem alliquam nisi utare. Nec

vero habere virtutem satus

est quasi artem alliquam nisi

utare.

Ave, imperator, morituri te

salutant, ave, imperator,

morituri te salutant. Ave,

imperator, morituri...

Scran's ready, Petal.

Get thissen sat down.

The examination will

consist of five sections,

each of which you will have

exactly thirty minutes to

complete. Talking to another

student, looking at another

student's desk, or leaving your

own desk before the examination

is complete will result in your

immediate disqualification,

and possibly expulsion from this

Academy.

And stop. Turn your

papers over, and wait for them

to be collected before exiting

the hall in an orderly fashion.

Chin up, lass. If the failed,

the failed. Naught to be done

about it. You ken what we say

in Yorkshire - "Bow't it's

always best when the's paid well

for it." Here, now have a soss

of brew.

Well, the only certainty

in life is that nothing is

certain.

Fine words from someone who was

throwing up not two hours ago.

"Fate leads him who follows it,

and drags him who resists."

What if you passed your exam,

but forgot to write your name

down?

The only thing that matters is

that we all did our best.

The next thing to trying and

winning, the best thing is

trying and failing.

Do you really believe that,

Anne?

If I say it enough times

I think I will.

Anne?

I can't.

Can't what?

March up to that bulletin board

with everybody looking there.

Can you go? You go look at it

and come back and tell me.

If I failed, just say it really

quickly, and do not try and

soften it at all. And whatever

you do, do not sympathize

with me. Promise me that!

I can promise that.

Anne, isn't it splendid?

Anne, I'm so proud!

About what?

Gilbert won the gold medal,

but you won the Avery!

I did?

Yes!

Are you sure?

As sure as I was the last time

you asked me.

What about the colour?

When did you become so vain?

Matthew, Rachel says that the

Abbey Bank is shakier than

ever, and if something should

happen to it, we stand to lose

Green Gables, and get nothing in

return.

Rachel says! You know what a

gossip she is. And what could

she possibly know about banking?

Nothing! And nothing's going

to happen.

Fine, but what if it does?

We are not selling this place.

We cannot hang onto this

place forever.

I would rather die in a harness

than some old folks home

in town!

There'll be no more talk about

selling Green Gables. Ever!

I can see that.

Matthew?

I'm alright, Marilla.

Maybe we shouldn't go.

Nothing on God's green earth

is going to stop me from

going to Anne's graduation.

Well, then why don't I drive?

Imagine what Rachel Lynde would

have to say about that!

No, no, Marilla, let's shake a

leg. We can't miss Anne's

speech. Up you go.

Education. What do we

mean by education? From the

Latin educat - led out. From

the verb educare - to lead out.

And so we see that to be

educated is to be led,

as well as to learn. Learn. From

the Old English, leornian,

which also means, to teach.

Reckon I heard Harry make a

better speech.

And now a few words

from this year's Avery Scholar,

Anne Shirley.

Mr. President, my fellow

students, stunned as an owl

is how I fell today, winning

this award, for which I'm most

grateful. I've been so lucky,

but my greatest piece of luck

in my whole entire life was

coming to Prince Edward Island.

I'd say we were the lucky ones.

Look at that moon! Polished to

the Queen's own taste,

as they say.

Home.

Charlottetown was wonderful, but

oh, I'm so happy to be back!

I missed the smell of the leaves

and the ocean. So different

here. And Green Gables.

Who's that?

George McMurrich. He's helping

out around the place.

Since I left they had to.

It's a good thing they did.

You know how I feel?

I bet you'll tell me.

I can be studious and ambitious,

but right now...

I feel as lazy as a pet pig.

I just want to lie around and

do nothing.

Tell me all the news! Don't

leave out anything.

Oh, I don't think a woman of the

world like yourself would be

interested in what we country

bumpkins have been up to.

Dogasted, woman!

Fine language for a lady!

Well, since you're so keen to

know the gossip, Mrs. Allan

dropped by unexpectedly last

week, and there was no cake in

the house for tea.

Your poor mother.

Oh, I don't think

she'll survive.

Frank Wright has been walking me

home from meetings on Sundays.

You sly fox! You didn't

mention it in your letters!

Well, I never thought anything

of it, but last week he

gave me a pencil case.

A pencil case? You're

practically engaged!

Oh, no! Anne, don't say that!

I could ever imagine

being engaged. Okay, maybe I

can.

Did you hear? Jane already has a

school in Newbridge.

I thought they'd give her the

school at Avonlea.

Haven't you heard?

What?

About Gilbert.

You know I don't care a whit

about -

He's going to be teaching there.

Where?

In Avonlea.

What?

Josie Pye told me this morning.

But he won the gold medal.

He could go anywhere,

do anything. Why would he stay

here in Avonlea?

His father can't afford to send

him to university.

He means to earn his way through

teaching.

That's rotten unfair.

I thought you didn't have time

for Gilbert Blythe.

I...

Anne?

No. No, no, no. No time at all.

Marilla?

Mm-hmm?

How's Matthew?

What do you mean?

Well, he just seems not so well.

Well, he's had a few spells with

his heart this spring,

but he won't spare himself a

mite. Maybe now that you're here

he'll take it easier on himself.

And how are you?

I'm fine. Well, my eyes are

bothering me a bit, but there's

a new eye doctor in town. I've

made myself an appointment.

If you want to make yourself

useful, why don't you go out

there and help Matthew put Harry

to bed, hmm?

Mind the puddle!

You're very quiet, Miss Anne.

Am I?

Time was you'd be

chattering away. Make me dizzy

with all your questions.

I suppose it's because I'm just

so happy.

Isn't the fog magical?

Like the old folks used to say,

a mantle of mystery.

Of course, now I'm one of the

old folks.

Remember when I first came to

Green Gables?

My memory may be fading,

but that's not a day I'll

ever forget.

I can still see Marilla's face

when she found out I wasn't

a boy.

I've never seen her so

speechless before or since.

Night, Harry.

I sometimes think if I'd been

born a boy I'd be more of a help

to you. Spare you a hundred

ways.

Well, I guess it wasn't a boy

that took that prize, was it?

No, no. It was a girl, our girl,

and we're very proud of her.

Here, now. You see this?

Scotch rose.

It is, indeed. And you know, our

dear mother first planted this

when she came here.

She was homesick as all get out,

and these roses were a comfort

to her.

She made the best of things

and grew to love this place,

as we do.

Indeed. A mantle of mystery.

♪ Ye banks and braes

o' bonnie Doon ♪

♪ How can you bloom

so fresh and fair ♪

♪ How can ye chant

ye little birds ♪

♪ And I so weary full o' care

♪ Ye break my heart,

ye warbling birds ♪

♪ That wantons through

♪ The flowering thorn

Ye mind me o' departed joys ♪

♪ Departed never to return

Anne! Anne!

Anne!

Matthew! What happened?

Matthew!

Take deep breaths. Open your

eyes!

Matthew!

He's alright. He's just fainted,

that's all. Open your eyes,

Matthew. Come on.

Matthew!

He's alright. He just fainted,

he's okay. Breathe in!

Take deep breaths! Get the

doctor. Go! Go on! Go!

Breathe in! Come on, breathe in.

George! Fetch the doctor!

There you go. Open your eyes.

Try to open your eyes.

Come on.

Matthew!

There you go. There you are.

You're alright.

Matthew! It's me! It's just a

spell. You're going to be okay!

Matthew!

Come on! You're alright,

Matthew. Come on.

Matthew!

There he is.

Matthew!

There you go. You're

alright.

Matthew.

Kindred spirit! Kindred spirit,

please stay with us!

You old goat.

Kindred spirit.

Dear friends and family of

Matthew Cuthbert.

Matthew Cuthbert,

of Green Gables...

May the road rise up to meet

you, may the wind be always

at your back. May the sun shine

warm upon your face,

the rains soft upon your

fields and until we meet again,

may God hold you in the palm of

his hand. May the blessing of

the rains be on you. May it beat

down upon your spirit,

and wash it fair and clean,

and leave there a shining pool

where the blue of Heaven shines.

It was a lovely service, Pastor.

Thank you. But frankly it's easy

to say kind words about a truly

lovely man.

Yes, indeed. Indeed.

Have you seen Marilla?

Come to think of it, no.

Gilbert? Thank you.

For what?

Being here.

I liked Mr. Cuthbert very much.

He was shy. Sort of like me.

Marilla? Do you really think

that you should be...

Now what about your hired man in

there?

Oh, George McMurrich! Not so

quiet when it comes to talking

about Matthew, is he? Did you

hear him say Matthew is the

most religious man he ever met?

My Matthew!

Can you imagine that?

Well, no, I can't at

that. But I can imagine that

Matthew wouldn't want you in

here catching your own death.

Life goes on.

I could be an ordinary

neighbour to Matthew.

But I loved that man.

And so did you.

Goes without saying.

Come on. Let's go inside.

Anne?

Thank you for all your help.

So very kind.

Oh, it's nothing, really.

We don't know what happiness is

until it's taken away.

Would you like me to sleep here

with you tonight? I don't mind.

Would you understand if I'd

prefer to be alone?

I suppose.

When I saw him in the coffin I

cried my eyes out.

Since then I've been completely

tearless.

I just have this, this long,

dull ache, and I know there's

so many tears left inside me.

And to find them I just need

to be quiet and alone.

I understand. Really, I do.

Gracious Heavenly Father,

it's me, Anne Shirley.

You probably already know what

I'm going to say.

Normally I'm really good with

prayers.

It's Matthew.

Yes?

Oh, Anne. Anne.

Don't cry so. It won't bring him

back.

What are we going to do?

How will we go on without him?

We have each other.

It's never been easy for me to

say things from my heart.

Anne, I know I can be harsh with

you sometimes,

but you must know I love you as

dear as my own flesh and blood.

You've been my comfort and my

joy ever since you first came

to Green Gables. There, there.

It'll be alright.

We'll be alright.

Um, "attack, they seemed to

yield to the weight of the Roman

power..."

Good. Next.

They "They

marched something something."

Uh, tropics, but... climate

invaders.

Good. Next.

"Europe... was of course

scarred, scared, scarcely!"

Miss Marilla Cuthbert!

Yes?

How do you do? My name is John

Sadler. I'm new in town.

I'm just getting to know the

place. And my sympathies

on the passing of your brother.

Thank you.

After all these years together.

It must be terribly lonely.

Yes, sir, a farm can be a

terrible burden.

Can I help you with something,

Mr. Sadler?

Well now, ma'am, I think I might

be able to help you.

What did he say?

Who?

Oh, the oculist! Well, he said

if I give up sewing and reading

entirely, and any kind of work

that strains my eyes at all,

and I wear glasses all the time,

that my eyesight might not get

any worse, and my headaches

might be cured.

Well, that's good news, isn't

it?

But if I don't do exactly as he

says, I stand to lose my

eyesight entirely within six

months.

Marilla, he's given you hope.

Hope!

If you're careful you

won't lose your eyesight,

and if you wear glasses then

your headaches will be cured.

I won't be able to read, or sew,

or...

Well, no point in carrying on

about it. If you'd make me

another pot of tea I'd

appreciate it.

Anne Shirley, don't tell anybody

about this. I couldn't bear

people coming around

sympathizing with me.

Yuck.

I won't. I won't.

I won't.

Well, Matthew Cuthbert, I don't

mind telling you I'm a bit cross

with you. You don't

know why! I'll tell you why!

You're unshakable faith in the

Abbey Bank that's caused

all this...

I know, I know, no point

crying over... Just get on with

it. But if you have any really

good ideas, please let me know.

You'd be proud of our Anne. She

misses you but she's bearing up.

Miss Stacey!

I thought you went to Montreal!

I came back to pick up the rest

of my books. I'm so sorry

to hear about Matthew.

The world without him in it...

I can't seem to get used to it.

I don't think one ever does.

It feels as if my carefree youth

is over.

Of course. But it won't always.

I promise. There's so many

great adventures still to come.

Right around the corner.

Out of sight. Have you decided

where you're going?

Oh, I supposed Redmond.

Redmond? In Halifax?

It's close enough that I can

come back for weekends if

I need to.

Anne, you have an exceptional

talent. You know that,

don't you?

I have imagination.

Nothing else.

Imagination is a God given gift.

And don't you think Matthew

would have wanted you to use it

to the fullest?

With the scholarship, you can go

anywhere you'd like. Toronto,

Montreal, even New York if you'd

a mind to. Imagine the

possibilities, the art, the

music, the people.

It's a momentous decision you're

making. One that could affect

the rest of your life.

But there, you're a sensible

girl. I know you will make the

right choice.

Anne Shirley! What on earth are

you doing up there?

It's alright, Marilla.

Well, come on down. You're

going to break your neck!

Don't worry. Matthew showed me

how.

Well, Matthew didn't have much

sense, either.

Pound of nails, bag of

grass seeds, new axe,

and flap.

Thank you.

Hello, Anne.

Hello, Josie. My, you look

lovely.

Thank you. I was really sorry to

hear about your guardian.

You must miss him terribly.

Thank you, Josie. That's, that's

very kind.

That black shawl makes your hair

red, like it used to be.

Is that the effect that you're

going for?

No, but thank you for pointing

it out. Will you excuse me?

Mr. Williston? I'm Anne Shirley.

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

No, but I know you're the school

superintendent. I was wondering,

could I talk to you for a

moment? In private?

Oh, well I, I don't usually...

It's important.

Hello, can I help you?

Hi, young lady. Is Miss Cuthbert

at home?

Whom may I ask is calling?

John Sadler is whom I am. Oh,

don't mind me. I'm just taking

some measurements. Prior to

purchasing the property.

Purchasing?

Yeah, well, to be honest, the

place does need a lot of work.

Marilla? Marilla.

Hello, Miss Cuthbert.

Marilla, you didn't talk to him

about selling Green Gables,

did you?

Oh, you can't be serious!

Now, now youngster, you should

let the old lady make up her

own mind!

Pardon me, Mr. Sadler, but this

is a private conversation.

You can see for yourself I can't

possibly stay here with all

the trouble, how lonely it would

be -

You won't stay here alone.

I'll be with you!

No, what?

I'm not going to Redmond.

What?

I saw the school superintendent,

and he told me I could teach in

Carmody. There's a position.

Isn't that wonderful?

No, no, no, no, no.

It's already decided! It's only

a drive away, and then I can

be back in time for supper, and

then I can read to you,

and keep you cheered up.

Anne, I cannot let you make that

sacrifice.

Sacrifice? There is no

sacrifice! Nothing would be

worse than losing Green Gables!

Nothing would hurt me more.

Go away!

Your Miss, Miss Cuthbert

and I had a verbal agreement.

Please leave.

I'd hate to have to

bring the law into this.

Go ahead. But in the meantime

please vacate the property,

or I'm going to have to take the

shotgun from over the fireplace.

Shotgun?

Well, I said it was a lovely

gift, and I was ever so

grateful, but I was far too

afraid to actually ride it.

So mother said it should go to

you.

Oh, yes. I'd love to borrow it.

Oh, not to borrow. To keep.

Really?

Yes, really.

You must show me how.

Start like this, feet on both

sides. That's it.

Well, you can bring it with you

when you go to university

next term.

I'm not going.

What? You're not -

I've got plenty to do

at Green Gables.

But what about your ambitions?

My only ambition at the moment

is to ride this contraption.

Okay. Now...

Right.

Push!

Woo! Oh, be careful, Anne!

Be careful! Woo!

Mr. Sadler was fair put out by

Anne chasing him off the

property. Said she was a demon

child.

Anne! I'm glad to hear you're

giving up your idea of going to

university. I don't believe in

girls going to university with

the men, cramming their heads

full of Latin, and Greek,

and all that nonsense.

I'm going to study Latin and

Greek just the same.

I'm going to teach during the

day and study for my Arts

course at night.

Anne Shirley, you are a right

caution! Well, speaking of

teaching, I saw Gilbert Blythe

and his father in town

the other day. Hmm. Anne, do you

know the story of Marilla and

John Blythe?

Rachel, stop it.

What's the story, Mrs. Lynde?

Rachel.

They used to be beaux.

Oh, that's just what people

called us.

You were thick as

thieves, you two.

Well, I suppose we were,

at that.

What happened?

Oh, I don't know. We quarrelled.

About what? I don't even know.

Can't remember. But he was

proud, I was proud,

and that was the end of that.

You needn't look so surprised,

young lady, at the thought of

Marilla Cuthbert having a bit of

romance! You can never tell

about people from the

outsides, and don't you

forget it.

Oh, speaking of

Gilbert, he told me he's

resigned his teaching post over

in Avonlea. Imagine that.

What?

Apparently he got a job offer

over in White Sands.

Excuse me?

Is there anything for me?

Oh, um, yes. Just some

textbooks is all.

Must be pretty dreary stuff.

No, actually.

Hmm?

Never mind.

What's that you're reading?

It's a novel, dear. Would you

believe it's all about

Cavendish?

Cavendish down the road?

Yes! Written by a local

woman.

All about the funny people

living there.

Mind you, I could write a book,

the things I've seen.

Scandalize the Christian world.

I'm sure.

Can I help you with that?

Oh, no, thank you.

Please let me.

I can manage fine on my own,

thanks.

Lord, you are a stubborn one,

Anne Shirley.

Oh, I'm the stubborn one?

What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

I swear, I don't.

I don't care to discuss it.

You've made your decision,

and that's that. Though it's

only cutting off your nose to

spite your face, as Marilla

would say.

What are you talking about?

Taking a teaching post

at White Sands. I suppose you

couldn't get far enough away

from me once you heard I

was staying at Green Gables.

Is that what you think? That I

took the job at White Sands

to get away from you?

Don't pretend it isn't true.

You do have a high opinion of

yourself, Miss Shirley.

And I suppose you're the soul of

modesty?

Anne, I took the other job so

that you could have the job

in Avonlea.

What?

So you wouldn't have to drive so

far, and could be at home with

Marilla. That's the truth.

The trustees have agreed to

offer it to you. Believe it or

not, it doesn't matter to me.

Well, it's time for me to be

off. Give my best to Marilla.

Gilbert.

Yes?

I've been an awful fool.

I won't argue with you there.

I let my pride get the better

of me once again.

I wish to formally apologize.

I don't believe my ears.

Anne Shirley, apologizing?

Is the sky about to fall?

It's time we buried the hatchet.

I agree.

That day on Miller's Creek, when

you snagged me out of a tree.

I was perfectly awful, wasn't I?

Well, when you mention it like

that, I mean -

I can explain what happened, but

it wouldn't make sense to you.

Because I'm a dunce?

No, because you're... Well,

well, just because.

I suppose I'm guilty of a

certain stubborn pride, as well.

I guess we've cheated fate long

enough.

What do you mean?

We were born to be good friends,

don't you think?

Father says White Sands

is a lot different. I don't know

if he's right or not.

My, my, my.

Smell that? Cedar.

L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables: Fire & Dew (2017) - full transcript