Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story (2000): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

Anne of Green Gables
The Continuing Story

[ Cheering and horn honking ]

Oh, Anne.

Oh, hello.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, look at you.

Oh, you haven't
changed a bit.

Neither have you.
I've been aching to see you.

I know.

Oh, no, don't.
Thank you for your help.

Alan? Ha, ha, ha...



Seems like a hundred years
since you sat behind us

in school pulling our pigtails.

Gosh, Anne, don't remind me.

Why is Alan...

Well...Why?

He's well-paid, Anne.

I insisted Fred hire a driver,

'cause we have so many guests
coming and going.

Spend your money
on your family,

Diana,
not on me.

You're family, Anne.

Besides, I have to spend
the inheritance

aunt Jo left me somehow.

Thank you.



You're welcome.

[ Clamoring ]

Strange seeing so many
young men in uniform.

Look it...

That's Charlie Sloane,
and Wilf Bell.

It's like they're running off
to a Sunday school picnic.

In six months this nonsense
in Europe will be over

and we won't hear another
blessed word about war.

Oh, Anne, we're going to have
a fabulous holiday together.

Just like
old times.

Yes.

Smell the air,
Diana.

You find that sweet
smell in Halifax.

In your letters you sounded

so happy about teaching
in the hope-town orphanage.

It must have broken
your heart to say goodbye

to all your
students after five years.

Let's go by Green Gables, Diana.

I've not been back
since Marilla died.

Imagine,

sheep on the main street.

The man has no sense at all.

Stop it, Diana,
I'm dying

to walk anyway.

No, Anne.

You know Anne, Alan,
she's so ridiculously impulsive.

Pull the car around
to Green Gables farm, Alan.

She'll just be a moment.

Yes, ma'am.

Anne, wait...Wait, wait.

A-Anne...Wait, wait, wait.

I-I broke my heel.

I should have warned you.

Mr. Harrison's really
let the place run down.

He rented it out.

Marilla and Matthew
would be,

heartbroken
at this sight.

Hey, watch it.

Get out
of the way.

Get back
in here! Now!

You two want
something?

I was raised in this house.

It was a beautiful home once.

This dump?

You've no respect for the lives
that have been lived here.

Do us both a favour, scat.

Anne, Anne.

Let it go.

There's nothing
you could have done.

Mr. Harrison's going to get
a tongue-lashing

from me when I see him next.

Huh?

Those were Marilla's
June lilies.

They were beautiful once.

Leave it.

Ahh!

Go get 'em.

Give me your shoe.
Your shoe!

What?

Fetch!

No! My gosh, Anne.
That worked.

That was
my favourite

pair of shoes.

[ Laughing ]

I should have bought this place
myself after Marilla died.

I should have taken every
penny I earned from my book

and my magazine articles
and made this place mine.

Oh, Anne,
don't try

and rewrite
the past.

Now, I want you
to forget your troubles.

You'll be very comfortable
living with us.

Aunt Josephine's money has left
me without a care in the world.

Fred's the youngest manager
in the history of the bank.

Isn't that right, darling?

Mm-hmm.

My little inheritance
hasn't hurt

his career either, to be sure.

If you call doing nothing
a career?

You've managed our business
affairs brilliantly, darling.

No, I just mind my own business.

Fred's so modest.

He's turned out to be
a wonderful father

and a good husband, Anne.

Sarah.

Yes, ma'am.

Please take the children
upstairs now.

Come give mommy
a kiss good night.

Good night, mom.

Good night.

Good night,
sweetie.

'Night.

Come along then.

They do so prefer their father.

It's such a
delicious evening.

Let's have our tea
in the garden.

This house is so
conducive to writing.

If you stay for the summer,

just think what fabulous
ideas you'd compose.

That's a big if.

Diana, I don't
feel right

intruding on
your family.

What's
the matter?

We have everything.

But he doesn't even kiss me
good night any more.

I'm sorry

well, haven't
you tried

speaking
about it?

Oh, Fred was never
a big conversationalist,

even when
we first got married.

It's a different kind
of silence now, though.

He's so preoccupied
with the war.

That's the
thing about

staying engaged.

You and Gil
never change.

That's probably because
we never see each other.

If you put off your
wedding any longer,

you're going to be
an old maid, Anne.

Actually, when Gil
finishes his term

at bellevue hospital in August--

August?

You can't deny me the pleasure
of planning your wedding?

Let me finish.

I didn't say we're
getting married in August.

We're going to choose a date--

oh, Anne,
don't be coy.

Oh...You can
move back right away.

Anne, life is going to be

just the way it was
when we were girls.

Sara!

Shouldn't we...

Sara!

Consult Gilbert.

Anne and Gil Blythe
are getting married!

And it's not going to be
some shoddy affair either.

And Fred will help too.

Oh, oh...Please let him.

It'll be a project
for the three of us.

Just one thing
at at time.

We need to slow down
and consult Gilbert too.

No, you let me talk to Gilbert.

First, we'll send
him a telegram.

No.

Oh, how I've missed you
all summer, Gil.

With perfect memories
of days passed.

Ha, ha, that'll be fine.

There.

...and memory of perfect
summer days of old.

Our past, our friends.

[ Squealing ]

Are you
all right?

[ Laughing ]

Nothing broken
or bent, I hope.

Ha, ha, only my pride.

Oh, Gil, help me up.

I am, I am truly blind
and a fool to boot.

Oh, if I were blind,

I should never forget
the contours of your face.

Why didn't you let me know?

I wanted to see you
face to face.

I have something to ask you.

I do.

Let's go take a walk
down the Lane.

If Diana has her way, we'll be
married by the end of the week.

We've been
engaged so long,

figure people
'round here

think we got
married years ago.

Yeah.

What were you
going to ask me?

I have a decision to make that
may turn our plans upside down.

What?

Bellevue hospital has asked me
to remain on staff for the year.

But we agreed
that at the end...

Yeah, Anne I realize that...

This is a remarkable
opportunity.

I know you've resisted coming
to New York in the past...

You're asking me to go with you?

I couldn't bear
another year without you.

I want to be with you too, Gil.

Then come with me,

right now and
we'll go immediately.

I...I couldn't be happy
living anywhere else but here.

This is where I want to be.

So many memories locked up here.

I can't leave it alone.

I wish I could have
done something.

This place is in
both our souls, Gil.

I wish we could
grow old together here.

Come on.

We still got a few
years ahead of us.

I'll go.

What?

To New York, I'll go.

Just to see if I like it first.

But promise me we'll come back
to raise our family.

I promise.

New York is an exciting place
for a writer.

All the best
publishing houses

in the world
are there.

Are you sure?

I'm only sure of one thing...

That I'm scandalously
in love with you.

Come on, we better
tell Diana and Fred,

before they start sending off
all the invitations.

Well, this is it,
Winfield Publishing.

Don't be nervous.
You'll be fine.

It's unbearable to
have insignificance

ingrained into
your very soul.

No -- Mr. Winfield,
he's likely

to reject
my manuscript

like every
other publisher

I've been to
this week.

This is a much smaller company,
and I doubt that he'd have

brought you in for a meeting
just to say no -- 'morning, sir.

I've made up my mind to go

to my grave unwept,
unhonored and unsung.

But not
unpublished.

I'd like you
to meet

my fiancee
Anne Shirley.

This is
Dr. Powell.

An honor,
miss Shirley.

I very much appreciate
the opportunity here, sir.

Your book
is marvelous.

I've just seen old Winfield.
He assures me he'll consider it.

It's the least I can do

for the fiancee of our most
important young surgeon, uh?

Don't settle for
anything less than

10% royalty from the old tyrant.

Excuse me.

I have an appointment
to see a Mr. Palmer Winfield.

Name?

Miss Anne Shirley.

There's a miss Shirley
to see Mr. Winfield.

THOSE STAIRS TO THE 6th.

Thank you.

[ Knocking ]

Ah, miss Shirley.

Hello.

Sit down...
If you will.

It's a lot of stairs.

How do you do, sir?

Oh, miserably.

Book sales are in
a detestable slump.

The overhead of this
organization is a can of worms.

This is Mr. Owen --

in charge of our

fiction
department.

Well, thank you both
so much for taking the time

to meet
with me--

thank Dr. Powell.

He cut a tumor out of me once,

thereby prolonging
my unfortunate existence.

Perhaps we should get down to

the short strokes,
hmm, miss Shirley?

We read the manuscript
Dr. Powell submitted.

Lively and engaging, I suppose.

Yes, uh, you have some
promise as a writer...

But not here.

I run a business, not a charity.

We've never published
stories for young women.

Our specialty is adventure,
detective novels and all manner,

of books for
a man's man.

However, since men
are not buying

so many books now
with the war on,

we really would like to
develop women's adventures --

wanted to for years --

we need someone

to apprehend
writers and stories

that will
appeal to women.

I can guarantee your
I can smell a good book

before I even open the cover.

Yes, well now,

Mr. Owen is prepared
to train you

in the position
of a junior editor.

The process of finding material,
however, is very subjective.

Oh, I can find writers that
women will want to read,

as long as it doesn't
preclude me

from submitting my own
manuscripts amongst them.

Well, miss Shirley, they would
have to meet our criteria.

And what is that?

I've never published
anything I didn't like.

That's served me well
for 40 years.

Oh, you'll like
what I find, sir,

as much as you'll grow
to have faith in me.

I'll find a small corner for
miss Shirley to work in, sir.

Come along, miss Shirley.

There ought to be a desk,

underneath all
of that somewhere.

Our research department
will find you lists.

Do what you can.

My office is right there.

Miss Shirley...Please.

Oh, I'm sorry, I was
just taking it all in.

Well, that is a portrait

of Jack Garrison Jr., America's
top mystery raconteur.

A half million copies of his
espionage novels guaranteed

before he puts pen to paper.

Now, you'll have to find men
who can write that way for women

or you'll be wasting your time.

Mr. Owen, I rarely
waste my time.

Besides, if I thought only men
could write for women,

I might not find
anything interesting.

Hmm, yes, well,
I should mention to you

that we have never
published a female author...

Ever.

Oh, blast.

Allow me, doctor.

Ah, all right.

Finish up, Gil.

I want you in the board meeting
in half an hour.

Certainly, I no longer have the
fortitude to continue to serve

this institution, in light
of my deteriorating eyesight.

Ah.

This young fellow is the
foremost surgeon in his class,

and I might add,
in the entire institution.

He's been asked to stay on
till the end of the year,

but he has the talent and the
stamina to assume my duties

as a permanent member
of the administration...

Within the month.

Sir, I am very flattered.

I just wish you hadn't
launched this,

without discussing it
with me first.

I needed to know
where the board stood.

I can't operate any more,
you know, lad.

The prognosis
for glaucoma is abysmal.

You'll want to rise
to the occasion

and follow in my footsteps.

Dr. Blythe,
Dr. Blythe.

I don't know if you
remember my wife.

We've been waiting
eight hours

for anyone
to see us.

The admitting nurse
should assist you.

Mrs. Tweed, has your
baby not turned?

I feel something's not right.

Ok, come on, let's sit down.

Mom, maybe
you should walk.

Are you having
rapid contractions?

Are you ok?

Mrs. Cunningham,
this woman is in labour.

See that she be admitted
immediately.

She may require surgery.

You needn't
concern yourself

with indigent
cases -- let me

speak to Dr. Moore
in obstetrics.

Oh, I can speak to Moore.

But, sir, I am obligated
to this patient

by virtue of having examined her
in the clinic a week ago,

at which time I requested that

she be admitted
into the hospital.

The delivery may be
a footling breach.

If she continues in labour any
longer, she may lose the child.

Choose where you
use your scalpel.

Remember, we've scheduled
Mrs. Hamilton this afternoon.

You just met her husband,

on the board.

I can't let her condition
go unsupervised.

We can reschedule

Mrs. Hamilton's
gall bladder operation.

Excuse me.

Dr. Blythe?

Oh, he can't be disturbed.

Please take a seat
in the waiting area, ma'am.

Mr. Tweed...

Your wife is in
stable condition,

but there was a problem
with the baby's cord.

We did everything we could,
but I'm afraid it was too late.

Too late --
we waited and waited.

I'm so sorry.

You heedless...

Take this man out
onto the street.

Come, come you three.

You call yourself doctors!

What happened, Gil?

Lost the baby.

A word
with you, lad.

Get used to this, if you're
to spend your lives together.

The woman came to us too late.

She should have
been hospitalized

a week ago.

Excuse us.

This is part of
your lot as a surgeon.

There's some you can afford
to save and some who...

This is a large institution.

You're what I was
30 years ago, Gil.

Think...

Think of the potential you have,
the lives you should save.

Huh?

Oh, take him home, woman.

Give him a good
stiff drink of whiskey.

I feel like
we've been walking in circles.

You can't expect life
to be normal here, Anne.

I knew that when
I agreed to come.

[ Sighing ]

That's why I wanted
you to promise me

that someday
we'd go home

to raise
our family.

I don't think
I can walk any more

without something to eat, Gil.

I'm sorry.

How be
I take you

for a fine meal
somewhere?

A wiener in a bun would be fine.

You know, I forgot
to ask you how

things went for
you this morning.

Two, please.

Mm-hmm.

They...They offered me
an important editorial position.

Doc. Powell assured me that they
were interested in publishing--

there you
go, sir.

Could I have two for me?

Yes, ma'am.

You've got to continue
your own writing,

not working on
someone else is material.

It's all right.

I really want this job.

I intend to have Winfield
publish a book of mine

if it's the last thing I do.

Forever and forever.

Always forever.

Now and forever.

Forever into eternity,
by Anne Blythe.

By Anne Shirley.

Forever into eternity.

You'll jinx yourself
with insipid titles like that,

miss Shirley.

Don't be embarrassed.

Half the people in this building
are writing books

on their lunch hour.

You are...

Aren't you...

Jack Garrison.

It's, uh, it's a pleasure
to meet you, um...

All Mr. Owen ever talks about
is your latest manuscript.

A real page Turner
according to him.

That's one way of putting it,
seeing he hasn't

even seen it yet.

Will you pass
this material on to Mr. Owen?

It's the story outline
of my latest book,

according to the terms
of my contract.

Certainly.

My lawyer will follow up
before my next draft.

You know I have a few moments.

Why don't you tell me
about your story?

Maybe I can help you come up
with a decent title.

Well, um...

I haven't finished it yet.

I was hoping, if I came up with
a really gripping title,

it might twig further ideas.

Oh, no, no, no, you're going
about it all topsy-turvy.

You must absolutely always start
with a firm premise

and a solid ending.

Well....Actually,
I do have that.

It's the story
of a young teacher.

A missionary -- set in the
himalayas --

who tames the heart
of a British colonel.

Oh, please.

I don't mean to laugh,
but you got

better ham in your sandwich.

Well, I've been reading
all of your works.

They tell me they want to find
the female bookend to you.

And I'm also condemned as a hack
in any literary circle.

Aim much higher
creatively, if you want

my opinion, miss Shirley.

Mr. Garrison's father
was the top writer

in the firm for years before
he died, miss Shirley.

Luckily, young
Mr. Garrison here has

followed his father's success.

No, true success
requires passion and a vision,

not just dollars
and cents, Mr. Owen.

Delightful as it has been,
miss Shirley, I do hope

we get to do this again.

Good day.

Good luck.

This is the
story outline...

According to
the terms of

his contract -- he
said you'll hear

from his
lawyer shortly.

Yes, I'm sure that I will.

Thank you.

Why the long face, miss Shirley?

Ah, this is very frustrating.

I misplaced something yesterday.

It's nothing really.

Well, you'd better
put a smile on.

Mr. Winfield wants you
up in his office immediately.

I'll be along in a minute.

Jeez...

[ Chuckling ]

Apparently Jack Garrison
has taken

quite a liking
to you, miss Shirley.

Don't ask me what sort of antics
he's up to now,

but apparently his lawyer
has requested that you,

and only you, act
as his editor for his new book.

So we'd like you to read
the material

and then meet with him
to discuss it, hmm?

I've never edited
anyone's book other than my own.

Isn't there someone
with more experience?

No, not really.

Besides, the material's
unpublishable,

at least by this firm.

So we want you to meet
with him, humour him,

but by all means, make clear
to him in no uncertain terms

that unless he's prepared to
deliver us a new adventure plot

instead of this...Intellectual,
political manifesto,

I'm going to drop him
as an author.

Full stop, not another word.

Do we understand each other?

Isn't that rather drastic, sir?

This...

Will clearly articulate
our position.

Are you sure I should be
the one delivering this message?

Oh, yes.

Yes, Owen agrees
that this is...

the best way to
keep the situation

cheerful -- so,
off you go.

And remember,

we want adventure, not art.

Anne, by the way...

Don't you let him lay
a finger on you.

We go through this ridiculous
dance every year, miss Shirley.

He believes he's writing
the great American classic

or some such nonsense.

Good night.

And you are a valued employee,
miss Shirley.

Could you please ring
Mr. Jack Garrison's room?

Say that miss Shirley is
here to meet him in the lobby.

Right away,
miss.

Mr. Garrison's room, please.

Hello, Mr. Garrison, there's
a miss Shirley here at the desk.

To meet you. Oh.

Yes, sir.

As you wish, sir.

Mr. Garrison is, uh, indisposed
at the moment.

He wants you to go up and wait.

He'll be a few more minutes.

I'd prefer to wait
here in the lobby.

He said he wasn't coming down.

It's the third floor, suite 308.

Oh, dear, I've disturbed you,
Mr. Garrison.

I was told
you were expecting me.

No need to apologize.

It's entirely my fault.

I, uh, I dozed off.

Why don't you come on inside?

And you can give me
Winfield's notes...

And your
own notes.

I'll wait out here in the hall,
sir, while you read the letter.

That would be rude of me,
to leave you in the hallway.

Please.

That manipulative old despot.

What were his exact words again?

I heard him say if you didn't
deliver another adventure

instead of this political piece,
you'd be dropped

by Winfield Publishing,
full stop.

I've spent the better part
of the bloody advance.

Well, it seems to me that
one more book the top

of your head is better
than getting involved

in some legal wrangle,
especially if they

force you to give back
such a large advance.

I just don't
have it in me.

One more leads
to one more

leads to one...

This current piece
is genius, sir.

But how can they possibly
publish a chronicle

on the poverty-stricken
of Mexico

living in the wake of
Teddy Roosevelt's rough riders?

They can sell
a telephone book

with my name and
the right cover.

Books are
packaged goods to them.

Sales are down with the war.

Your reading public
is diminishing.

I could make up
some excuse for you

if you need more
time to reflect.

No, don't go, don't, don't.

I have a proposition for you.

Sit down, please.

Mr. Garrison--

I haphazardly picked this up
yesterday...When we met.

I'm sorry.

I hope you don't mind,
but I read it.

And I have to tell you
how often I laughed

and cried.

You make me want to quit writing
the junk I write for good.

I was looking
everywhere

for this.

I was moved despite myself.

Once in a lifetime you meet
someone who you consider

is the kind of...

Creative individual
that you wish you--

no.

I wish I could be.

Please, Mr. Garrison.

The compliment is
a welcome tonic

for someone who's never received

the kind of success you have.

I suggest you decide

what you want to do
and get back to me--

Mr. Winfield.

Wait, I haven't finished.

Miss Shirley, wait.

If you don't listen,

I'll jump.

I'll throw myself at your feet.

You're drunk. Besides,
people who do it

never talk about it first.

No, don't!

Mr. Garrison, whatever it is,
your book is not

a matter of life or death.

If what Winfield wants
is the next

female best-seller, it's you.

I'd have to submit it
under a pseudonym like--

let me submit the manuscript
under both our names.

You're insane.

Good night.

I'll jump unless you agree.

No, you won't, no, you won't.

No, don't, no, don't.

Anne, you have talent,
and I need a book.

I'll guarantee you
it gets published

if you let me handle
the whole thing with Winfield.

Besides, it's a wonderful book.

It will free me
from the final spectre

of the Windfields
once and for all

and get you the reading public
you so richly deserve.

The honour would be
entirely mine.

It will take me forever
to finish the book.

I....

That's only my first draft.

Let me be
your editor.

And we'll submit
it within a month.

All right.

I'll finish this draft
and send it to you.

Good night, Mr. Garrison.

I'm in trouble. I need help.

Well, it is
probably

the most
absurd scheme

you've ever
attempted.

Thanks for you vote
of confidence, Gilbert Blythe.

This chance,
is once in a lifetime.

And what successful
writer has ever

written with
a pinch hitter.

All writers have editors.

I gave him my new daft.

What if he doesn't like it?

And now I've been invited
to a reception

at his family's estate.

I feel like a lamb being led
to the slaughter.

No, don't desert me, please.

Take a deep breath.

Believe in your own ability.

Mrs. Lynde did say I had
the nerve of a canal horse.

I'm looking forward to meeting
this Garrison phenomenon.

Thank you.

You know, I trot
Jack out whenever

I want to attract a crowd.

We've raised $2,000
for my hospital overseas

for war orphans.

If we Americans
join the allies at war

with the same kind
of enthusiasm, we'll put

an end to the blessed mess.

I understand the book
that you and Jack

are collaborating on
concerns an orphan.

Yes.

When it's reviewed,
I'd like to host

a charity ball for our manoir,

using the novel as the theme.

I can't imagine my book
as a setting

for a charity fundraiser.

You must be
Dr. Blythe.

Mr. Garrison.

How are you? I've been looking
forward to meeting you.

The subject of such devotion.

You are fortunate to hold this
young woman's intense esteem

and adoration --
a writer is often

only married
to the art of language.

I predict enormous happiness
for you both.

Well, uh,
thank you.

Anne.

Aunt kit, Dr. Blythe
is one of the senior

staff members at Bellevue.

Oh.

We have a number of guests here
involved in fundraising

I'm sure you'd like to meet.

Miss Shirley and I have a bit of
business to complicate things.

My nephew looks
quite taken

with your
fiancee.

Well, Anne isn't
easily influenced

when it comes to her writing.

I don't think he understands
what he's up against.

Well?

It's not awful.

It's just not good enough.

I beg
your pardon.

You changed everything
that was genuine,

all the innocence.

I don't know what happened,
but you better burn this.

Burn this?

Start over.

I'm trying to write
the way you wanted me to.

I've exhausted myself
making this work.

If you don't
want to keep

at it, go back
and teach.

I can smell when
something isn't working.

You wanted to be considered
a serious writer.

That's why I'm helping you.

No, that's why
I'm helping you.

Anne, you have the gift
of human insight.

When I try to do better,
I fail miserably.

Stop trying to write
a best-seller.

You're the one
who suggested this.

I came to you for
help, Mr. Garrison.

All right, this entire gambit
was a terrible idea.

Either you quit crying about it

or go back to the drawing board.

[ Knocking ]

Anne, it's Jack.

I know you're in there.

I know my comments were
a bit disparaging, I admit.

Thank you.

Harold.

Ah, Mr. Garson.

I'm certainly looking forward
to your next draft.

I'm sorry,
miss Shirley's at lunch.

May I leave a message?

Jack Garrison's notes
seem to be pretty amusing.

You know, no one
can tell you how to write.

Jack's not telling
me how to write.

He's commenting.

Well, you've
been published before.

Why do you need him?

My first book
was small

and not
widely read.

Don't worry --
he's turned out

to be a pretty
good coach.

Really.

Good night.

Heading back to my place.

This is clearly malignant.

I'd prefer to give him
use of his limbs

for what little time
has left -- stitch him up.

No.

I think we can
successfully remove it.

It's highly
unlikely.

You can't
discontinue

without some benefit
to this class.

Put it on record that
I have declined to continue

for the safety of the patient.

Dr. Blythe.

Get back in there...
For the sake of the residents

in the gallery
who aspire to be you.

I'm not about to
perform to enhance

the prestige of
this institution.

I'm sorry.

Gil!

The politics of this
organization are

more than I ever bargained for.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't feel right that
I should feel so excited, then.

Read it.

You're done.

We're submitting
it tomorrow.

It's the best of everything
you've ever written.

Yes!

Oh!

Are you certain?

So much so that I have
no idea why you're

going to allow him to put
his name on it alongside yours.

Because I couldn't have done it
without him.

And you, too.

Oh.

Can I put my name on it too?

[ Laughing ]

What if this is the only chance

I ever have
of getting it published?

Don't sell yourself short.

I'm not.

Jack is submitting it tomorrow
under both our names.

Ok, I can't
stop you.

I just think
you deserve

a proper
credit.

Ah, miss Shirley, Mr. Winfield
would like to see us both

in his office
right away, please.

Send those galleys to the top
five distributors, Nellis

and those demonstration covers,
as well, please.

What?

Oh, that's the cover
of Jack's latest.

It's sensational, isn't it?

The book is
a complete departure.

He's written it just for women.

You did well in coercing him.

Mr. Winfield feels we've hit
pay dirt on this one.

Mr. Owen,

this is my book.

Oh, and, Nellis,
send a personal note from me

as senior editor, please --
thank you very much.

Come along, miss Shirley.

This is my
original work.

This is my...

This is my book.

Now, we'd all like to take
credit for a job well done,

but let's not be absurd.

Hmm.

I've asked you both here

at the request of Mr. Garrison
and his legal counsel,

Mr. Chambers.

How do you do?

There now.

The finest novel
Mr. Garrison ever penned,

don't you agree, Owen?

Sir.

Hmm, however,

Mr. Garrison asserts
that he co wrote it

along with you, miss Shirley.

Mr. Garrison and I haven't

had the opportunity
to re-discuss credit.

But it is my original work, yes.

Unfortunately co-authorships
don't sell.

Your name would
denigrate the

promotability
of Mr. Garrison's.

In any event,

we want out of this contract.

Jack has nothing else
to deliver.

And he has other professional
interests he wants to pursue.

I sincerely doubt
miss Shirley's

claim, sir.

She just hasn't the experience.

Well, since your client is
so anxious to be relieved

of his contract,
these provisions

obligate us no further
than Jack's credit.

But, Mr. Winfield...I pretty
much wrote every word.

Really?

Well, if that's the case,
you, my dear,

are a terrible opportunist.

I wrote
this book.

And don't you dare think
of publishing these galleys...

or anything else of mine,
or I'll see you in court.

He submitted it.

His name goes on it.

Good day, sir.

Uh, yes, good
day to you.

Anne.

You hypocritical swindler.

What?

What did you call this business?
Packaged goods?

You're all nothing better
than a bunch of pirates.

Bad news: He's going to publish
it with only your credit.

Good news: You're out
of your contract.

Anne.

Anne, wait.
They can't publish it.

I won't allow it.
You're making...

A big mistake.

The only mistake I made
was seeing stars

in my eyes when
I agreed to this charade.

Yes, it was a charade.

I wanted to work with you.

I admire your work.

I'm in love with you.

There.

If it never gets published,
at least I've preserved

some dignity.

I just don't know
what to tell you.

Nothing.

I have to ask myself,
how could I have been so naive?

Because you're always going off
so impulsively,

trying to be somebody
other than yourself.

But I love you

for all your unpredictability.

When I said that I'd get
used to it here, I meant it.

I won't let you down.

I'll find something else.

Anne,

you're never going to find
another job

in any publishing company
in New York once this gets out.

What is so blessed funny?

Oh, come on, Anne.

This is not
the end of the world.

I'm never going to be the
renowned physician they'd

like to make of me at Bellevue.

I'm happy being a good doctor.
That's all.

Let's go home.

Really?

Oh!

[ Laughing ]

Anne, there's Diana.

I'm just going to grab a paper.

Diana.

200 men just signed up today.

Where were you?

Just stepped off
the ferry.

You can step back
defend your country

if you're worth your salt.

Fred, good
to see you.

I see you were accosted too.

Sign of a coward.

Those dames are trying
to incite fellas to enlist.

Where are they taking them?

The old quarantine hospital
up the coast has been converted

to a convalescent home
for the boys

lucky enough to be sent back.

I should drive up,
see if they need a hand.

You're not going
anywhere,

Gilbert Blythe --
you and your

bride and
I have business

to discuss.

Best to choose your battles with

these new-fangled
businesswomen, Gil.

Well, will you look at that.

Mr. Harrison's gone
and sold the place.

Please go.

Aren't you even
the least bit curious?

No,

what are you smiling at?

You, you silly goose.

Why?

Gilbert's gone and bought
the place for you.

[ Screaming ]

With a little help
from Fred's bank.

That is the most loving
and generous thing

that anyone's ever done for me.

It makes up for
every unfulfilled dream

I ever contemplated.

Thank you.

Just let me go in alone,
just for a moment.

Ok.

I think you may be

a kindred spirit after all.

I'll try
and do anything

and be anything you want

if you'll only
keep me, miss Cuthbert.

If I were very beautiful and
had nut-brown hair, would you

keep me?

You might be
of good to her.

Always be your Anne,
Anne of Green Gables.

I can drive back and forth
until the weather gets bad.

Then I'll board
and come home on the weekends.

Don't sacrifice
your education for me.

You blessed girl.

Everything all right?

I'm home now.

This is
my house.

We'll be back for you
in a couple of hours.

Diana said I could stay
with them until the wedding.

And that way you can live here.

You won't have to board in town.

Oh, I get to do
all the work, I see.

I didn't mean it like that.

Oh, God.

We did the right thing,
didn't we?

Sure, we did.

What is it?

Nothing.

I was just thinking
about Dr. Powell.

My leaving was
an awful setback to him.

We did the right thing.

Well, we can't always take
the most obvious road in life.

Our gains have been substantial,
ladies and gentlemen.

For every 100 men who stood
beside our king at flanders,

over 200 enemy have fallen.

And if this trend continues...

Gil.

Moody.

Good to see you.

Josie.

We heard you were setting up
an office at Green Gables.

So far no one's come
for as much as a toothache.

Well, there are
more crucial events abroad

that need safekeeping
more than Green Gables.

I know that, Josie.

Moody, Josie,
how lovely.

Anne.

Isn't it sad
how few people

our age have
stayed in Avonlea?

Yes, everybody's
left.

Look at here --
carmody here has

become such a booming city now.

But it's good to see
you're staying.

Well,
congratulations

are in order.

I hear Diana Barry's
having the reception.

Yes, I hope you'll honour us
with your presence.

Will you be getting married
in uniform, Gil?

Gil's setting up to serve
the community here.

And the papers say the war is
going to be over in a few weeks.

Well, I suppose it's
not your fault

if the American papers
never report things accurately.

It's nothing less
than a disaster.

My three brothers have left.

I mean, even pa's gone
as a civilian.

All able-bodied
men feel

a responsibility to
protect our empire.

Able-bodied men are
needed at home, too.

Look at Doc. Stuart running
the convalescent home

for casualties --
Gil's volunteering there.

Doc. Stuart's near retirement.

No one in this town
will be seen by a doctor

not prepared
to serve his country.

Josie, Moody.

Well, I can see her tongue
has grown by yards

since we've been away.

That was practically a threat.

She's always been jealous
of you and me.

For heaven's
sake.

If the only medical
help left are

the Doc. Stuarts,
this island needs

all the help
it can muster.

I should pay Doc. Stuart a visit.

Whoa!

I'm going to see how much
assistance I can be here.

I won't be long.

I've got lots to keep me busy.

Gil.

Do you think it's as bad
as they say overseas?

I'm worried a war of this size
isn't going to be over

in weeks or months, Anne.

What's at the
other end can't be

glorious at all.

I'll do everything I can...

For now.

We'd be grateful for even a few
hours of your time each week.

My practice isn't
very busy yet.

'Morning, Jim.

Look at that.

Jim.

Your brother Harry
used to play hockey with me

on the Avonlea avengers.

I lost
track of him.

Uh, Dr. Blythe.

I don't think Harry made it.

Three weeks on a ship coming
home with no care whatsoever.

This one's lucky to be alive...

If the gangrene doesn't get him.

Now let's get
a look at those dressings.

There's shrapnel in there
that won't let it heal.

We could operate right away
if you have anything

to knock him out with.

May.

Let's take Jim inside.

There's not much morphine.

Any supplies that you can track
down would be appreciated.

But they don't even patch them
up before they ship them home.

They'd have
a better chance

if someone took
the time

on the
battlefield.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

They're in the
ballroom at

the white sands.

Well, actually, we had something
a little different in mind.

Well, what about
setting up

a beautiful white silk tent
in the garden for the reception.

We were thinking of

a simple ceremony on the lawn

or in the orchard
at Green Gables.

Anne, there's so
much more room

here for all
the guests.

But, Diana,
there's nothing wrong

with a quiet home ceremony.

It was just good enough
for you and

Fred...Before you
started putting on airs.

I do not put on
airs, mother.

Yes, you do.

Fred,

you're finally home.

Dinner wouldn't keep.
I let Agnes leave.

Diana,ay I speak with you
for a moment?

We're in the middle of planning.

It can't wait.

We need to speak privately.

What's so blessed important
that you could be so rude?

The money markets
have been a shambles

these past few months
because of the war

and the bank's
having to consolidate.

They decided to close
my branch today.

I'm sure they'll
transfer you somewhere nearby.

I'm not taking another position.

We're well off.

Perhaps you won't even
have to return to work.

Anne, Gil, I want to compare
lists to yours.

I'm not going
back to work, Diana.

I'm enlisting.

Your family
comes before your country.

Fred, what the devil
are you doing here

so early in the morning?

We need
to speak.

Can you give me a lift in
before Anne comes over?

I, uh, worked out a budget
to manage the monthly expenses.

All our investments are secure.

Fred, I don't think Diana's
going to react as you imagine.

Can't you at least tell her--

Gil,

Diana can't face
the reality of being

of service to one's country.

This has been
going on for months.

I understand.

I really do.

Ok.

Give Diana and the kids
a kiss for me.

Tell them I'll be back
in a month,

once we've cleaned
the kaiser's clock, eh.

God speed.

Thanks.

Hey, back of
the line.

We're first to
sign up today.

This is for those of you
who lag behind.

You don't want
your kids asking you,

"so, what did you do
in the war, daddy?"

Are you
a pacifist?

Or are you
just yellow?

You can recruit
a man,

not a jellyfish.

Anne, what's taking
so darn long?

Don't get your
knickers in a knot.

[ Humming the
wedding march]

Oh, Anne, you're ravishing.

Who ever would have thought
a store-bought dress

would satisfy Diana?

But you were right.

Oh, Diana's veil
looks perfect

for something
borrowed.

How's the
dress length?

I may have to
take it up a little,

but it's a perfect
fit otherwise.

[ Screaming ]

Gilbert Blythe,
what are you doing?

It's very bad luck

to see your prospective bride
in her wedding dress.

Gil, just wait
on the porch

and I'll change.

Into the kitchen.

I just dropped Fred off.

He spoiled it.

That's all there is to it.

We're going to have to change
the entire design

of the dress to disguise it.

Dear Mrs. Barry, I've weathered
lots of bad luck in my day.

I have to
stop him.

Look, Diana, he'll be on the
ferry to the mainland by now.

What possessed you to help him?

I am not condoning
my involvement.

Diana, Diana, he needed someone
to see him off.

He couldn't confront you
for fear that

you wouldn't understand
his reasons.

He told me to say goodbye
to you and the kids.

For the past year in New York,
this war was just

a headline in the paper -- here,

it's our duty.

You're getting married
in a week.

But what's the point
if you're just

going to desert your family?

[ Sobbing ]

Anne, are you
going back home already?

Anne?

Anne...

You don't need to do this now.

We need to talk.

Anne, please.

I have to do this.

Help me move this.

Anne, Anne, I got it.

Call for help.

Emily, Green Gables is on fire.

Send the blessed fire wagon.

Anne, Anne, you can't, Anne.

No, no!

I guess Providence was looking
out for the old place.

Hi, Jack.

We're grateful, fellows.

...and roll these out.

Old Jerry says that
he can replace the windows.

Do the repairs right away.

We can finish restoring
when I return.

Marry me now and let me go.

Everything I've
ever loved...

It's taken away.

By the power invested in me,

I declare you
officer and Mrs. Blythe...

Thank you.

It's very sweet of you.

Thank you.

Forgive me for
what I said that day.

You've done us all
very proud, Gil.

Thank you.
Shall we be friends now?

[ Clanking ]

Your attention, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, a toast.

To the happy couple, huh?

Who...Are...About to sacrifice

some of the happiest days
of their lives...

To defend God and the Empire.

Hear, hear.

The happy couple.

Well, somebody's
got to avert

the gloom of
reverend Morgan.

Let's get the bride
and groom dancing.

Diana, we've waited
five years for this.

Don't rush.

Yes, and another toast...
To officer Blythe...

And all the God-fearing men
who are off to destroy the hun.

[ Mumbling ]

Don't step on my notes.

They're part of my sermon.

Oh, my.

[ Yelling ]

Sorry, I've
ruined the tent.

What do you mean
the tent was too tall?

Hello,
uh, madam...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The postman dropped this
notice off, miss Shirley.

There is a registered
package for you

at the charlottetown
post office.

Oh, yeah.

Do you make lots of money

writing magazine
articles, miss Shirley?

No, not a lot,
but, with tutoring,

it's enough
to get by.

Ginny, you have
five weeks

before the exams
for redmond.

I'm terrified
to the point of dyspepsia.

Promise me
you'll brush up

over
the holidays.

I haven't had
a student of mine

pass with less than
flying colours yet.

Won't you be there,
miss Shirley?

You don't
need me

to hold your
hand, Ginny.

Your Latin and
Greek may be

at the mercy
of Providence,

but you
shall excel

in all the
other arts.

That I have
every faith in.

Hello, you have
something for me.

There you are.

Thank you.

Oh, as I live and breathe.

The world thinks you're
hibernating at the bottom

of a well, Anne dear,
I haven't seen you all winter.

Rachel.

Have you heard
the news?

Davey Keith's signed up.

Has he?

Trust that bright
little devil

to come home driving a tank...

But that's not the worst
or the latest.

The wrights got word.

No.

Fred's gone missing
at Vimy Ridge.

Oh, my God.

They think they found six
other boys on Carmody, too.

Charlie Sloane,
Moody Spurgeon...

Apparently, several
of their tags got sent

to government house
at charlottetown.

As it happens, Fred's
wasn't among them.

[ Sighing ]

He's been listed all the same.

Oh, we'll call on Diana.

To the most faithful,
to our glorious dead.

Charles Sloane...

Wilfred Bell...

Moody Spurgeon.

And to those missing
in action...

Fred Wright
and alistair covey...

May their weary souls

rest in God should Providence

call them, too.

Would you all please turn
with me to hymn number 550?

Abide with me.

Fast falls the eventide.

Anne? Anne.

I can't, I can't sit in there
and listen helplessly.

Come here.

Have you heard
from Gil?

All of his letters
were sent back.

Oh.

I'm afraid.

Something's happened.

I need to know what.

What can you possibly do?

Go to the last field hospital
I have record of.

Search from there.

Through all
of France?

They won't let civilians
to the front.

I won't stay here and wait
for my husband's funeral.

No.

I have to go.

You can do what the rest of us
only dream of doing, Anne.

Will you be all right?

We're moving in with
mom next week.

The house
sold, then?

It's all right.

We were never
happy there anyway.

Come and live at green
gables till I come back.

I feel better knowing
you were there.

Germans will eat humble pie
for sinking the lusitania,

now that the yanks
have joined up.

It's about time.

Bar-le-duc next.

We're getting off
at that field hospital.

Then we'll catch the next train,
meet up at ypres in the morning.

Why isn't the
train stopping?

The town must be under siege.

I'm going. My husband may
be at the field hospital.

Stand back!
It's far too dangerous.

I have to get off!
I have to get off!

Give me your hand!

Here! Reach! Here!

Give me your had!

Anne Shirley?

What?

It's a joke.

Close the door!
Get back!

Open it!

My husband may be back
there, please!

There's
nothing left,

even if you
could get off!

[ Gunfire ]

What happened
back there?

When the jerries
started trying

to level
the town,

British minefields
went off everywhere.

Field hospital's about

the only thing
left standing.

How can I get back?

It's a cesspool.

Not many civilians
make it this far.

I'm tracking my husband
for months.

If he's there, I've missed
my only chance

to get off the train.

Life is full of missed
opportunities.

Ha...What are you doing here?

I've been working as a war
correspondent back and forth

between London and Belgium
for a year.

Putting the name Jack Garrison
to good use?

Hasn't hurt.

American papers
love the sensational.

I'm sure they do.

What now?

Did we hit
something?

The Germans have
ambushed the line.

[ Speaking
German ]

Open the door.

[ Screaming ]

What in God's name is going on?

Pipe down --
we'll get

shot because
of you.

Here...

Down the trench.

Hurry.

We got no choice but hide
here till morning.

I must find a way to return

to the field hospital
at bar-le-duc.

Maybe it's the only safe place,
as long as it's been cleared.

Get rid of
that uniform.

Why?

Jerries will shoot you on sight,
like those poor wretches.

Why?

They were with the red cross.

Red cross
volunteers

equals supplies.

Jerries are in worse shape
than the limeys right now.

They'll kill you if they
think you got morphine.

Colette?

Anne Shirley.

Anne Blythe.

Anne, this is Colette.

Hello.

She doesn't
speak English.

Her family's scattered.

I planned on getting
them to safety,

but plans changed for worse.

Tu dors maintenant...
Cherie, tu dors.

...everything was lost.

How old is
the baby?

Barely a year.

I never thought I'd live
to see he day

I'd thank you, Jack Garrison.

Colette,pour le bebe...
Pour vous.

Here,pour vous.

Pour LA manger.

Merci, madame, merci.

Jack.

No, thank you.

Anne, remember what
I said back in New York...

I wanted to help you.

Your life has obviously gone
in one sweeping direction

and mine in another.

I meant what I said, too.

Mr. Garrison.

Mr. Garrison.

[ Neighing ]

It's a German horse to boot.

Maybe we can hitch it to a wagon

and help us get back
to the field hospital.

Anne, Anne.

They're blowing up
the train back there.

Come back.

You can't be sane, Anne, Anne!

Are you hurt?

That's the train
they're blowing' up.

Hell of a way to come up
with a story material,

huh, Mrs. Blythe?

We'll hitch the horse to
the wagon and move out at dawn.

It's clear, move.

They've broken through, captain.

They gassed us;
They broke through.

Fix your bloody
bayonets, officers.

We've got
to help.

No, Anne, wait!

Cover the babe. Anne, wait.

Those fumes are toxic.

Couple of whiffs of this stuff,
and you won't get up.

I can't move with them
around here any more.

What are
you saying?

See you at the field hospital.

What?

If I don't
show up...

Where are
you going?

Get Colette and the baby
to this address in London.

What are you
talking about?

I have an apartment there.

I keep it as an office.
It's paid for.

I can't leave France,
while you run off

to get yourself a good story.

I wish it were that simple.
This war must end.

And I have my part in it.

Field hospital's down
in the valley.

Ho, sergeant!

Sergeant, general pershing
on that train?

I need to talk to him!
Wait, damn it!

American soldiers.

Courage, but nothing upstairs.

Madame Blythe vous protege
tous les deux.

She's a good woman.

Non, ca suffit, ca suffit.

Au revoir.

Au revoir,big guy.

Amene-moi
avec toi.

Wait! Wait!

You are despicable!

If I ever get my hands on you...

He'll live, if we can
find a quiet truck

for him that doesn't shake.

Picked up a whole company
half an hour ago, doctor.

No one noticed them missing till
the gas attack this morning.

And general Spence has orders

that we move to neufchateau

by this afternoon.

We'll never get all
casualties from the field.

Bring back those that
we have a hope of treating;

not these poor souls that are
gone by the time we get them.

If we're overrun,

they'll capture this
hospital for supplies.

Just give them all a good dose
of morphine in the trucks

so they can sleep --
my orders stand.

Right.

Dope them up.

I'll be outside.

Dr. Blythe,
colonel Marshall wants you

to head up to
the clearing station.

Headquarters has been shelled.

They're up to their eyeballs
in fatalities.

You can take this ambulance.

Let me take this.

No, no, no, it's all right.

Please help me.

This woman's exhausted.

It's all right.

My husband might be here.

I'll get food.

Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm looking for
Dr. Gilbert Blythe.

He's my husband.

Up there, love.

Gil!

Gil!

Colette.

Please, please,
take the baby, please.

Help me!

No time
to spare.

We're being
bombed -- round up

all available
drivers.

Lay her down there.

It's all right
Colette, it's ok.

It's all right now, Colette.

It's going to be all right.

[ Baby crying ]

Promettez...Promettez...

Promettez-moi...Promettez.

Mon bebe...
Promettez.

I promise.

Garde-le.

I promise.

Garde-le.

I promise.

We need every able-bodied
driver, madam.

If you're Mrs. Blythe, you can
meet him at the next station.

She's gone.

Step this way, dear.

What about
this baby?

Field nurses should
look after it.

Follow me.

What about
the girl?

Stretcher bearer's duty, dear.

Maps and whatever supplies
are in the canteen up front.

[ Explosion ]

Get moving.

This place is going
to be destroyed.

Cripes, that was close.

Here, let me take him.

What's his name?

Dominic.

Thank God you can drive, miss.

When them shell-shocked
stretcher-bearers get

behind the wheel, lord.

Avoid mud holes at all costs.

Abigail, do navigate for her.

What will happen to him?

Maybe find a home -- if the

next church isn't
blasted to smithereens.