♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Young girl laughing) GIRL: Here, give me that.

(Laughing) (Laughing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Laughter) Good morning, Rachel.

How are you?

You know me - I'm not a complainer.

That goes without saying.

But my old bursitis has been acting up, and I've got that tingling in my hands again.

Never mind I haven't had a decent sleep in weeks... but I go on.

(Chuckling) Indeed.

Matthew not feeling social again?

Oh, no, Matthew has a very special chore this morning.

All right, now, Harry, we've got some important business today, so I need you on your best behaviour.

There you go, good boy.

Abner!

Abner you little runt, come back here!

(Pig squealing) Abner, I don't have time to fool with you!

Abner, come here!

(Pig squeals) Come here!

Abner, I'm not in the mood!

Come on!

Hey!

You little runt, get back here!

Abner!

Get out of there.

Abner!

Oof!

(Farm animal noises) (Farm animal noises) (Farm animal noises) Lord give me strength.

Matthew, you're supposed to be at the station!

I know.

I had an accident.

What on earth happened?

Are you all right?

I'm happy as a pet crow.

Oh, good heavens!

You see, this is exactly why we are doing what we are doing.

Oh Lord, you're supposed to be there already.

Please, Marilla, stop fussing.

I'm fine altogether.

From now on, things are going to be different around here.

Go on, change all your clothes.

Disgusting!

♪ ♪ ♪ Hello, Rachel!

I doucey up pretty good, don't you think?

♪ ♪ An orphan.

You can't be serious.

We are.

What in heaven's name were you thinking?

Well, Matthew needs some help with the chores and Dorothy Spencer is going down to Hopetown to get herself a girl, so we asked her to bring us back a boy.

But an orphan - really?

Are you sure?

Mean to give him a good home, good education.

But you don't know anything about him.

Might be a gypsy child, or worse.

Rachel!

Just last week I read in the paper about a boy who set fire to the house, nearly burned the poor couple to a crisp.

Rachel!

Then there was another one, a girl - She took a rifle, shot the whole family.

Then she slit their throats with a bread knife - even the baby.

If I were you, I'd keep my bedroom door locked - and a knife under your pillow.

We're not getting a girl.

We're getting a boy.

Hello!

Edmond, did 12:30 come through?

Right on time, Matthew.

Exactly one hour and four minutes ago.

Well, I - Never mind.

We're expecting a youngster.

Came in with Mrs.

Spencer.

Whereabouts?

Outside.

♪ ♪ ♪ Hello?

Edmond, that's a girl outside - A girl.

Well, most girls are.

We're expecting a boy.

Where's he?

Must have been a mix-up.

We asked for a boy.

EDMOND: Well, maybe they're fresh out.

Edmond, please.

Are you Mr.

Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables?

Um... Yes I am.

How do you do?

My name is Anne Shirley.

This is for you.

I was beginning to fear something terrible had happened, so I made up my mind if you hadn't come for me, I'd climb into some tree and stay there all night.

It would have been lovely to sleep in a tree - wild and crooked, white with bloom.

Can you imagine, in the moonlight, how it would look?

Well, um... Did you come in a wagon?

Yes, I did.

Oh, no, that's all right.

It's not heavy.

Besides, if it isn't carried a certain way, the handle pulls out.

So I'd better hang onto it because I know the exact knack of it.

Best to Marilla.

♪ ANNE: Oh, this island is more wondrous than I imagined - and I can tell you that's saying quite a lot.

Are there trees around Green Gables?

MATTHEW: Mm-hm.

I adore trees.

There were some at the orphanage, but they were scrawny.

Oh, by any chance, is there a babbling brook?

Oh, yes.

Just a look and a half from the house.

Really?

It's always been a dream of mine to live near a brook.

I never expected I would, though.

Mr.

Cuthbert, why is the earth red?

MATTHEW: Well now... That's a fair question.

I don't - I, uh... don't exactly know why.

ANNE: Well now, that's something else to find out about one day.

MATTHEW: Mm.

Oh, look, do you see that colourful bird?

Where?

You see?

Up there!

Ah.

Mr.

Cuthbert... Mm?

Who was Prince Edward?

Was he a real prince, or make believe?

Ah, Prince Edward... Uh... No matter - it's all the same to me, and something else to find out about.

Isn't it just splendid to think about all the things there are to find out about?

It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew everything about everything, would it?

Uh, no, I suppose not.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Frogs peeping in distance) What is that sound?

Spring peepers.

They're little tiny frogs, right down there in Barry's pond.

ANNE: Barry's pond?

Mm-hm.

Oh no, that's much too plain.

It should be something glorious and romantic, like... Oh, I know.

"Lake of Shining Waters."

Shining waters, huh?

Our brook flows right the way down into it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sometimes I dream when I'm wide awake.

Do you ever do that?

Not lately.

I love dreaming - Even though I know they don't always come true.

Right now, I'm so near perfectly happy I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not.

Well now... Listen, Miss Anne.

You know, my sister Marilla - But what's so terrible is I can't ever be perfectly happy, because... What color would you call this hair?

Well, I'd say it's red, but there are other colors in there, too.

Exactly.

Nobody who has hair this horrible could ever be perfectly happy.

It will be my lifelong sorrow.

Am I talking too much?

People always tell me I do.

And I know I embellish, and I know that's not proper, but - There I go again.

Would you rather I didn't speak?

Guess I don't mind.

MATTHEW: Now, just at the bottom of this hill, just past the trees, you can see Green Gables.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ It's exactly as I imagined it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MARILLA: Thank heavens!

I thought you must have crashed in a dit- What is the meaning of this?

Now, Maril- That's not a boy.

You're not a boy.

If you'd just let me explain- I told Mrs.

Spencer we wanted a boy.

I was very clear.

I said, "Bring us a boy, about 11 years old."

Well, I guess they just didn't have one.

Some pretty piece of business this is.

What are we supposed to do with her?

I couldn't just leave her all alone at the station.

You don't want me because I'm not a boy?

I might have known it was all too beautiful to be true.

Calm down, child.

There's no reason to cry so about it.

Yes there is indeed!

This is most tragic thing that has ever happened to me!

Child... I'm not going to turn you out of doors tonight.

Here.

(Anne blows her nose) What is your name?

If you please, would you call me Cordelia?

It's such a perfectly elegant name.

Your name is Cordelia?

Not exactly... Well, what is it?

Tell me the truth.

Anne Shirley.

You see what I mean?

Two first names put together.

It sounds about something awful.

And if I'm starting all over, Cordelia would be my preference.

Fiddlesticks to all that!

Anne is a real good, plain and simple name.

You have no reason to be ashamed of it.

I'm not ashamed of it, only I like Cordelia so much better.

But if you must call me Anne, would you call me the kind of Anne that's spelled with an E at the end?

Give me that.

♪ ♪ ANNE: Mm, lilacs... ♪ ♪ ♪ Ambrosia... Oh, what a pretty path!

We call that "the Avenue."

Avenue?

That name doesn't do it justice.

Oh, I know - I'm going to call it "the White Way of Delight."

A magical place like this always give me a queer, funny sort of ache, in here.

Do you ever get an ache like that, Ms.

Cuthbert?

Not that I recall.

Come along.

We'll sort all this out in the morning.

Come along.

This way.

Keep going.

You're right up the stairs.

Well, Harry, what do you think, old friend?

I know - she's not a boy, and she's a talker, but she's really interesting.

You've got to admit that, huh?

(Pig squealing) Abner, you are the cause of all my troubles today.

What have you got to say for yourself?

(Pig squeals) I'll accept your apology.

All right, Harry, let's get you ready for bed.

(Sigh) Well, come now, child.

You haven't eaten a thing!

Can you eat when you're in the depths of despair?

Well, I've never been in the depths of despair, so I wouldn't know.

Haven't you ever tried to imagine you're in the depths of despair?

Why on earth would I want to do a thing like that?

I can assure you, it's a very unpleasant feeling.

When you try to eat, a lump comes up in your throat and you can't swallow anything... Not even if it were... a chocolate caramel!

She must be tired.

I suppose it could be all the travel.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Quick, quick, into bed.

I need to blow out the oil lamp.

That's all right.

I can blow out my own lamp.

That'll be the day!

Marilla... Hm?

Do I truly have to leave tomorrow?

I'll sort that out in the morning.

Goodnight, then.

(Whimpering) (Whimpering) (Sobbing) (Sobbing) MARILLA: This is what comes with sending word instead of going ourselves.

I can't imagine how my message could've gotten so twisted.

In any case, she has to go back to the orphanage.

MATTHEW: Hm.

"Hm?"

What does "hm" mean?

You don't agree?

She seems like a real sweet child.

Pity to send her back when she's so set on staying.

You're not thinking - MATTHEW: No, I suppose not.

We don't need an orphan girl.

If I did, I'm not sure she's the one I'd pick out.

And there's something else.

What's that?

There's something about her I don't understand.

No, no, no.

She has to go back.

I'll go into town first thing in the morning and take care of it.

MATTHEW: You'll wait 'til after chores?

What on earth for?

Give us a chance to spend some time with her, get to know her.

What good will that do?

For you, not much.

For the child, though, it could mean something.

It's just like you to get a whim and cling on to it.

You're no better than an overgrown boy.

Alright, I'm for bed now.

Goodnight.

(Scoff) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Anne laughing) ANNE: Here, give me that.

(Laughing) (Gasping in pain) (Rooster crowing) (Rooster crowing) (Gasp) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Anne laughing) ♪ ♪ ♪ (Anne laughing) I'm sure hungry this morning.

The world doesn't seem such a... howling wilderness as it did last night.

It's always better to be cheerful and bear up under reflection on a sunshiney day.

For pity's sake, will you stop talking?

You talk an awful lot for a little girl.

I'll be quiet now.

That's a relief.

Marilla?

Morning, Miss Anne.

Hello, Matthew.

Should I hitch up Harry?

I'll go this afternoon.

(Door closes) Now, young lady, I expect you to help me with the chores when you're finished with all that.

(Sniff) Mm... Lord help us all.

Now watch your step.

It's slick in here.

You familiar with animals?

No, not at all.

But I've made my mind up to enjoy this experience.

I believe it will make me a better and more rounded person.

I see.

I believe you can enjoy nearly anything if you make up your mind.

Oh, look!

That little pig is so pink!

Imagine being born bright pink.

It's the most bewitching color, but I can't wear it.

Redheads can't wear pink.

Another hope dashed to the ground.

My life is a perfect Gray Garden, very - (Moo) Oh.

MARILLA: All right, come over here.

Sit down on the stool.

Come on.

It's all right.

There you go.

There, we'll get the pail.

Okay... All right.

What's that called?

This is called an udder, and these are the teats.

And what you do is you squeeze and pull, squeeze and pull, squeeze and pull, okay?

You try it.

Come on, they don't bite!

Just - There you go.

Imagine you grew up in the city.

Oh, yeah.

Bolingbroke, Nova Scotia.

Did you happen to know your parents?

Oh, yes - Walter and Bertha.

Aren't they lovely names?

I'm so glad they had such nice names.

It would be a shame to have a father named something like Jedidiah, wouldn't it?

Nonsense.

A name isn't important.

It's how a person behaves.

I read in a book once, "A rose by any other name smells as sweet," but I can't believe it.

What do you think?

I haven't given that a lot of thought.

There you go, now you've gotten the knack of it.

Do you mind me asking you... what happened to Walter and Bertha?

Both died of fever when I was five years old.

Town folks were at their wits end about what to do with me, so Mrs.

Thomas from down the road took me, though she was poor and... had an emotional husband.

(Plates smashing) But when he wasn't unhappy about things, he was very clever with checkers.

They had four children younger than me.

That was my job - looking after the children.

MARILLA: Go ahead, just go in.

Don't step on anyone.

Go on through.

There you go.

There you go.

All right.

There's stuff on them.

It's only stuff!

And then Mr.

Thomas died falling under a train and I ended up in my first orphan home.

Ewww!

Ugh.

And then what happened?

Then Mrs.

Hammond from up the river came and... said she'd take me, seeing I was handy with children.

Mrs.

Hammond had twins three times.

I like babies in moderation, but twins three times, in succession - my opinion, that's over the limit.

What happened to Mr.

Hammond?

Mr.

Hammond died and Mrs.

Hammond couldn't cope with life anymore, so I ended up at the orphanage at Hopetown... The one with Mrs.

Carlisle.

You will obey my rules, or be sent to the workhouse!

But Anne, these women - Um, Mrs.

Hammond, Mrs.

Carlisle, Mrs.

Thomas... They were good to you, right?

Oh, I'm sure they meant to be.

I'm sure they meant to be just as kind and good as they possibly - Oh, look at those seagulls!

Wouldn't you just love to be up there, swooping over land and ocean all day long?

(Seagulls squawking) Do you see?

(Seagulls squawking) MATTHEW: Ah... (Seagulls squawking) (Seagulls squawking) (Seagulls squawking) (Seagulls squawking) My brother and I wanted a boy to help with the chores around the farm.

You can appreciate that when a girl showed up - At any rate, we thought that social services might be able to find a home for her - A good family, one that'll be kind to her.

Ms.

Cuthbert, these days there simply aren't enough good families to go around.

If you hand her over to us, we'll either have to send her back to the orphanage, or to the workhouse in Charlottetown.

But tell me you'd at least be able to find a proper family for her.

Perhaps if you contact Gladys Hanes.

She's head of Presbyterian Orphan Homes in Charlottetown.

I'm sorry.

I have a desk piled with cases.

Good day, Ms.

Cuthbert.

I - (Sigh) A lively young girl like you, you should be living with a proper family and going to school.

So I have asked children's services to look out for a good home for you - one that has children your own age.

But in the mean time... I can stay?

Well, yes, but it's only temporary.

Oh, Ms.

Cuthbert!

I promise to be the best orphan you could ever hope for, boy or girl!

I'll help with the chores, I'll try my best not to talk too much, and I will try my absolute hardest not to allow my imagination to run wild.

What should I call you?

Oh, I know.

What about "Aunt Marilla?"

That would make me feel as if I really belong.

No!

I'm not your aunt.

And I don't believe in calling people names that don't belong to them.

But you could imagine you're my aunt.

No, I couldn't.

Don't you ever imagine things different from the way they are?

No, never.

And "Marilla" will do just fine.

"Marilla..." What does it mean?

I believe it's short for Amaryllis.

Oh, that's such a beautiful name.

Your mother and father must have loved you very much.

Good day, Muriel.

How can I help you, Marilla?

Just a postage stamp.

"Presbyterian Orphan Homes."

Must be about your Anne girl, is it?

Be sure to seal it after you read it.

MARILLA: Dear Mrs.

Haynes, I'm writing today... Anne Shirley, who was mistakenly delivered to our home in Avonlea... ...find it quite impossible to care for her... Mrs.

Beda suggested you may find a suitable family for this child.

MATTHEW: Oh, here now, let me take that.

All right... Well done!

Matthew... May I please go see the babbling brook?

Just a peek!

I would so, so, so dearly love to see a real babbling brook.

You promise to be careful?

Don't worry, I'm an extremely responsible child.

Take the path behind the barn down the hill.

You come back if it starts raining!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Why on earth didn't you leave her with Mrs.

Beatty?

Oh, I couldn't send her back to the orphanage.

The girl's had enough hardship in her life.

Then you should have taken her to Mrs.

Spencer.

After all, it was her mistake.

It's only for a short time.

It's only until Matthew takes her into town.

We'll figure out - ANNE: Marilla, I picked these down by the brook!

May I put them in water?

MARILLA: And this is my neighbour and my good friend, Mrs.

Lynde.

How do you do.

Well, she's not much to look at.

Scrawny.

Raspberry jam hair... (Chuckle) My word.

Would you look at those freckles.

My dear, what an odd look.

What could it mean?

It means I hate you.

I beg your pardon?

Anne!

MARILLA: Anne!

Anne, come back in here!

Yes?

What did you say?

I said, "I hate you."

Anne, surely... How dare you say I'm skinny and ugly!

How dare you care you call me freckled and red headed!

You are a rude, impolite, unfeeling woman!

All right, that is quite enough of that.

How would you like to have such things said about you?

How would you like to be told you are fat, and clumsy, and probably haven't a spark of imagination?

You've hurt me worse than Mrs.

Thomas' intoxicated husband!

I shall never forgive you!

Never!

All right, you stop that right now!

You go up to your room and you stay there until I come and get you.

Go on!

Have you ever seen such a temper?

Well, you probably shouldn't have twitted about her looks.

She - What?

(Door knock) MARILLA: Anne.

Anne.

Sit up!

You should be ashamed of yourself, behaving that way to your elders.

Imagine how you would feel if somebody told you straight to your face you were nothing to look at!

I didn't say that Rachel Lynde was right.

She can be ver- Anyway, there is no excuse.

You were very rude to her.

You need to tell her that you're sorry and ask her for forgiveness.

I won't!

Anne!

You can punish me any way you'd like!

Shut me up in the dark, damp dungeon inhabited by snakes and toads, or send me back to that horrible orphanage... Oh, I'm not going to send you anywhere.

Well, whatever you do... I am never going to apologize to Mrs.

Lynde - Never, never, never!

Very well, then.

I think what you should do is just stay right here until you reconsider.

(Anne cries) ♪ ♪ ♪ Anne, I have your breakfast.

It's out here when you want it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Miss Anne, may I come in?

ANNE: All right.

How you feelin'?

Quite well, thank you.

Not hungry, eh?

Maybe later.

Later, then.

Listen, Miss Anne - with an E... My sister's a very determined woman, and nobody gets the best of her.

So if I were you, I'd smooth over what's between you - and the sooner the better.

Apologize?

Yes!

What say you?

I suppose I could do it to oblige you.

It would be sort of true... since I really am sorry.

I wasn't a bit last night, but this morning, I felt so ashamed of my behaviour.

Do you really, truly think I should?

All I know is that, without you, it's terribly lonesome around here.

Now, listen - Don't let on to Marilla that I said anything about this, will you?

I promised I'd kind of keep my oar out of the water, so to speak.

I think I apologize pretty well.

I thought since I had to do it, I might as well do it thoroughly.

Well, you certainly did it thoroughly.

Next time you might want to try controlling your temper a little.

It would be easier of people didn't twit about my hair.

That sort of thing makes me boil right over.

You shouldn't worry so much about your looks.

I think you might be quite a vain little girl.

How could I be vain when I'm feeling homely?

When I look in the glass, what I see doesn't make me feel vain.

It makes me feel sorrowful and pathetic.

Well, handsome is as handsome does.

Handsome does is much easier if you're handsome is.

Hmm... You might have a point.

♪ ♪ Set it down, Anne, I'll haul it in.

It's all right, Matthew.

You see, I'm ever so much stronger.

♪ Oh!

(Grunts) (Panting) ♪ Don't you ever say your prayers before bed?

I don't know any.

You don't know any?

Prayers.

I never learned any, but I'm good at making stuff up.

How do I start?

Well, you, first you kneel down.

Not on the bed, on the floor.

Why?

That's just the way it's done.

Now you thank God for your many, many blessings, and then you ask him humbly for the things that you want.

"Gracious Heavenly Father..." That's a good start, don't you think?

Very good start.

"Gracious Heavenly Father, I thank thee for the white way of delight, the lake of shining waters, the smell of the lilac, the sound of the spring peepers."

I could go on and on, but what do I want?

Well, mainly two things.

Please, let me stay at Green Gables forever, and please, please, please let me be good looking when I grow up.

Your humble servant, et cetera, et cetera, Anne Shirley.

I think that was good, don't you Marilla?

I could have made it more flowery if I had more time.

I probably should have said "amen" at the end.

What do you think?

Do you think it's going to make a difference?

I think we should get you to church.

(Chuckles) (Chuckles) Et cetera, et cetera.

(Sighs) MATTHEW: Marilla found these for you.

They're lovely.

They're not new but almost.

She thought one of them might suit you for church today, and you can wear the others to school.

I'm going to school?

Shh.

Marilla is having one of her aches in the old noggin.

Oh dear.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, it would make her happy if you liked these dresses.

Do you?

Oh, I do, and I'm ever so grateful, but I would be so much more gratefuler if just one of them had puffed sleeves.

I never heard of puffed sleeves on a child's dress.

Oh, puffed sleeves are all the fashion now.

And it would be ever so thrilling if I could wear a puffed sleeve dress, even just one time in my life.

Well, I suppose you could take that up with Marilla - and do so quietly.

But in the meantime, could you choose one of these for church?

(Gentle knocking) Marilla?

(Marilla grunts) I chose this outfit for church today.

That's good, it's plain and simple.

I was wondering if I could also have a dress with puffed sleeves.

It would give me such a thrill.

You have to let go of your thrills.

Puffed sleeves are a fad and they're ridiculous.

I'd rather look ridiculous like everyone else than look plain and simple all by myself.

Nonsense.

Plain and simple is good.

(Grunts) (Sighs) Could you put that on my dresser?

It's like a royal jewel.

What is that glorious stone?

It's an amethyst.

You can open it up if you like.

There's a picture inside.

Is that your mother?

She looks like you.

Although, I guess, you look like her is more correct.

Go and put that on my dresser.

You're going to have to walk by yourself to church today.

It's not very far.

You're going to be all right?

Oh, yes, I love to walk.

Especially on a tree lined country road.

Although this will be my first time ever walking on a tree lined country road.

Off you go.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Mind your pace, Diana.

(Church bell) ♪ (Inaudible whispers) ♪ (Laughs) ♪ ♪ MARILLA: Rachel says she nearly sank through the floor when she saw you.

People are going to think that it's all my fault.

I'm sorry, Marilla.

I didn't know it was wrong to wear flowers.

It's not wrong.

It's just... Tell me child, do all of your little friends behave like you do?

I've never a friend.

At least not my own age.

You've never had a friend?

No reason to feel cobblesome.

Just don't use any of your long words.

They'll think you're odd.

What if Diana doesn't like me?

My dear girl, it's Mrs.

Barry you have to worry about.

If she doesn't like you, it doesn't matter what Diana thinks.

All right, now you mind your P's and Q's.

(Knock on door) Well now, how do you do Marilla?

Hello.

And you must be Anne.

How do you do, Mrs.

Barry?

Please.

MS.

CUTHBERT: Hello Diana.

Good afternoon, Ms.

Cuthbert.

Diana, this is Anne.

Anne, this is my little girl, Diana.

How do you do?

Darling, why don't you take Anne for a nice walk around the property?

Yes, mother.

Come.

My goodness.

Is she not the most scrumptious little apricot?

Yeah.

DIANA: My mother said you were a strange bird.

ANNE: I'd like to be a bird.

DIANA: Sometimes you talk to trees?

I do as well.

Of course, I know it's only the wind and the leaves, but I like to think, well, something else.

ANNE: Let's pretend, I mean, together.

Pretend what?

Anything you'd like.

Do you want to see my secret island?

Why is it a secret?

Fairies live there.

Really?

But you have to be very quiet or you'll scare them off.

I know that.

Shall we go?

Oh, yes.

Have you ever seen a fairy?

I did once, but I don't think it had wings.

Only special ones have wings.

These ones have really soft voices.

(Bird chirps) This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen.

Shh, listen.

Diana, would you like to be my bosom friend?

I don't see why not.

Will you swear to it?

It's wicked to swear.

Not that kind of swearing, the other kind.

What other kind?

Close your eyes.

I, Anne Shirley, do solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend Diana Barry for as long as the sun and the moon shall endure.

Now you say it, but with your name.

I, Diana Barry, do solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend Anne Shirley for as long as BOTH: the sun and the moon shall endure.

(Both giggle) Shoo, shoo.

Ew.

Oh.

Hello.

What's your name?

I'll call you Guinevere.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ A picnic, huh?

That's something.

Oh, yes.

There's going to be a rowing boat race on McMerrick River, and a sack race on the common, and Mrs.

Lynde is going to make ice cream.

I've never tasted ice cream.

Diana tried to explain it to me, but I guess-- MARILLA: Anne Shirley!

Have you seen my amethyst broach?

Last time I saw it was - Oh, I know!

It was yesterday, while you were away at your meeting.

I was passing your door when I saw it, so I went in to look.

And then?

And then I took it out and pinned it on to see how it looked, and I put it straight back.

Put it back where?

On the bureau.

No, really I put it straight back.

I believe you're telling me a falsehood.

I swear I didn't, please.

You go into your room, and don't you come out until you're ready to confess.

Go on.

Marilla?

I took the broach.

I didn't mean to, but I was overcome by an irresistible temptation.

I took it with me when I went to Diana's so I could play Lady Cordelia.

I thought I could put it back before you came home, but when I was crossing the bridge, it slipped between my fingers and dropped into the purple sparkling waters and sank forevermore into the lake of shining waters.

Anne Shirley, you are the most aggravating child I have ever met.

I suppose I am.

I know I'll have to be punished, but can you please get it over with right away?

Because I'd like to go to the picnic with nothing on my conscience.

Picnic?

It's tomorrow.

There'll be no picnic for you.

But that's why I confessed.

Oh, Marilla, please let me go.

Think of the ice cream.

I may never have the chance to taste it ever again.

Ice cream?

Do you have any idea what that broach meant to me?

Why are you always causing so much trouble?

Red hair makes it easier to be bad than good.

People who don't have it can't understand what terrible trouble it is.

There'll be no picnic for you, and that's final.

Josie, have you seen Anne?

I don't understand what you see in her.

I mean, she's just a charity case.

My mother said as soon as the Cuthberts found a home for her, she'll be moving away.

Josie Pye, you're the meanest girl in all of Prince Edward Island.

(Sighs) ♪ ♪ Dear life and heart.

Anne.

♪ ♪ I apologize.

I never should have doubted your word.

Now maybe you've better go comb your hair and put on your gingham.

Go on, be quick about it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ANNE: Diana!

That's Gilbert Blythe.

He teases all the girls.

So I can see.

He's very handsome, don't you find?

(Sighs) Here you go.

Thank you Mrs.

Lynde.

It's my first time ever in my life tasting ice cream.

Well?

♪ ♪ Is it not scrumptious?

I would say... sublime.

(All laugh) MARILLA: Here now, stand still, stand still.

It's always been my deepest desire to have an education.

I'm sure you'll be fine as long as you don't talk too much.

ANNE: Bye, Matthew.

Hardly seems possible.

What?

She's only been with us four months and it's like she's always been here.

Stop your sentimental drivel.

It's not becoming.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Bell rings) (Bell rings) (Bell rings) (Teacher clears throat) TEACHER: Scholars!

Up, up, up, up!

Ow.

It fell out.

See what I mean?

Far too bold and poorly mannered.

TEACHERS: Scholars, that's enough.

Show respect for the King.

♪) ♪ God save our gracious King!♪ ♪ Long live our noble King!♪ ♪ God save the King!♪ ♪ Send him victorious,♪ ♪ happy and glorious,♪ ♪ long to reign over us,♪ Hey, you.

Anne.

Hey.

Ding dong.

Well, hello there carrots.

How dare you.

Hey, don't go haywire.

I was only trying to get your attention.

You are a mean and hateful boy, and I won't ever forgive you.

What's this disturbance?

It's my fault, sir.

I teased her.

Thank you, Prissy, please sit.

Anne Shirley, come and stand at the blackboard.

And you will stay here for the remainder of the day.

Come.

I will control my temper.

Read it, believe it, and then start behaving like a civilized human being.

Do you understand?

Yes, but can I just say something on my behalf?

No, you may not.

GILBERT: I'm sorry I made fun of your hair, honest, I am.

No, you're not.

Just give me a chance.

I won't, not ever.

Why is that?

Because I said I wouldn't and I always keep my word.

That's not a real reason.

It is to me.

DIANA: Anne, Anne.

Why did you do that?

You could have injured him.

ANNE: That was the point.

Gilbert Blythe hurt my feelings excruciatingly.

I told you, remember, Gilbert teases all the girls, not just you.

The cold iron has entered my soul.

I believe, for me, the pursuit of education no longer has meaning.

Hello, young lady.

How was school today?

I doubt I shall return.

Really, well, why is that?

My honour has been tarnished.

Honour is a prize for fools.

Anne Shirley, I've a meeting on Saturday afternoon in town.

Why don't you ask your friend Diana, when you go back to school tomorrow, if she wants to come over and have tea while I'm away.

Really, Marilla, do you mean it?

Well, of course I mean it.

I never joke about anything as important as friendship.

♪ Oh, Miss Barry, do come in.

My what a lovely frock.

Oh, this?

My morning dress.

In the afternoons I usually wear blue satin.

The tea should be steeped by now.

Do come in.

Pray, how is your dear mother?

Very well, thank you.

Though she has a bad case of hives.

What's that?

Never mind.

Would you care for some more cake?

Marilla's an excellent cook.

Marilla?

My maid.

Holy cats!

Marilla said we could share some of her raspberry cordial.

Be back in jiffy!

That is to say, if you would be so kind as to excuse me for a moment.

Of course.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Gasps) That's an awfully nice raspberry cordial, Miss Shirley.

Would you care for another drop?

I didn't know raspberry cordials could taste so awfully nice, but it is.

Oh... (Giggling) I would have some myself if I wasn't so full of cake.

Would you like another slice?

♪ ♪ ♪ Are you... Oh... are you all right?

I feel rather coggly.

Sit down, I'll pour your tea.

I have to go.

Anne.

In here.

Anne.

Anne.

I just had a talk with Mrs.

Barry.

She tells me that you're never allowed to play with Diana again.

Why?

Apparently she came home drunk.

Can you explain that?

Drunk?

What did you give her?

Just... You said I could serve the raspberry cordial.

Show me the bottle.

Anne Shirley, you have a genius for getting into trouble.

This is my red currant wine.

Could you not tell the difference?

I didn't taste it myself.

Oh, Marilla what am I going to do?

Diana is my bosom friend for life.

We swore an oath.

It's all right.

There's no need for tears.

I believe that you're telling me the truth, and I'll go and speak to Mrs.

Barry.

Don't worry about it.

♪ ♪ Marilla!

Marilla!

Did you speak to Mrs.

Barry?

Is everything all right, did she understand?

I tried to wait for you when you got home, but I fell asleep.

Diana's mother had quite a lot to say about it.

She doesn't think - Well, she feels that you are not a fit companion for her daughter.

Why am I not a fit companion?

Believe me, Diana was just as upset about it as you are.

It's not fair!

♪ ♪ ♪ (Cough) ♪ ♪ Matthew!

Matthew.

Here, here, come on, get up.

No, no, no, you're all right.

I'm all right.

It's just a little dizzy spell, please.

Matthew, stop, stop, give me that.

Give me that, come on.

Come, come.

DOCTOR: Give us a nice breath now.

(Deep inhale) One more.

(Deep breath) Well, there's a little bit of a heart flutter there.

It's a warning, you're not as young as you used to be.

MARILLA: Is there anything you can do for him?

DOCTOR: Try not to exert yourself and avoid too much excitement.

It'd be harder to find some.

DOCTOR: There is some truth to that.

Well, I've got to be going.

Thank you, Doctor.

You're welcome.

Is he all right to be left alone?

I'm not alone.

Anne's here.

We're kindred spirits.

Your move.

(Sighs) Ruby Gillis says that when a man is courting he always has to agree with the girl's mother on religion and her father in politics.

Is that always true?

Well, I'm not so sure of it.

Your move.

Have you ever been courting?

Well, of course I did, but you know being a poor farmer on a remote island, the possibilities were limited.

What about Marilla?

Did she ever have a beau?

She did, long ago, and it didn't work out I'm afraid.

You mustn't bring it up to her.

What happened?

Well, as I recall, he was a good, decent fellow, but our mother didn't see it that way exactly.

That was that?

That was that all right.

(Door knocks) DIANA: Anne, Anne!

Minnie May has the croup.

She's awful sick.

Mother and father aren't home and I need to get the doctor.

I'm so scared.

Don't be scared, child.

No, you stay there and stay warm.

I'll take care of this.

I've been around many babies.

Now, does Marilla have any ipecac?

MATTHEW: Yes, in the kitchen, by the stove.

Come on.

You'll go fetch Doctor Spencer.

(Coughing) Hello, Minnie May.

I'm Anne, do you remember me?

I'm Diana's friend.

I've come to help you feel better.

(Coughs) I need some more hot water and some soft cloths.

Okay, Minnie May, I want you to sit up and drink a little of this.

I don't want to.

I promise you will start to feel better.

I don't want to.

I'll tell you what - you drink a spoonful and I'll tell you a wonderful story.

Once upon a time, there were two beautiful maidens called Geraldine and Cordelia.

Cordelia was dark haired in alabaster-brown, and Geraldine was blond, with hair like spun gold and eyes of velvety purple.

Purple?

I like purple.

Me too.

Anne, someone here to see you.

Anne, dear, your quick thinking may have saved my little girl's life.

I think you are a wonderful, brave girl, and I hope that you and Diana can still be good friends.

What do you think?

Mrs.

Barry, I want you to know I harbour no ill feelings of any sort.

Thanks be to goodness for that.

Henceforth, I shall cover the past with a mantle of oblivion.

Thank you.

My Diana couldn't have a more fit bosom friend.

♪ ♪ MRS.

BARRY: Goodbye, Marilla, my best to Matthew.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Chick chick - that's it.

(Clucks tongue) Come on.

Chick chick.

Come on.

♪ ♪ ♪ Marilla, I milked the cow and fed the chickens.

May I please go tobogganing with my friends?

The sun is barely up.

Please, it's so beautiful outside.

Be home in time for dinner.

I will, I will.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

(Kids laughing and cheering) (Kids laughing and cheering) What are you so owley about?

Did she say where they were going?

Tobogganing.

I know that, but where?

The best tobogganing hills are out around Coachen's pond.

The ice in certain spots is still thin this time of year.

Maybe you'd better hitch up Harry.

MATTHEW: Come on, Harry.

(Grunts) (Clucks tongue) Come on, boy.

(Kids cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ (Kids laughing) JOSIE: Want to see something strange?

ANNE: What?

JOSIE: Come on, we'll show you.

ANNE: What is it?

JOSIE: Upside down man.

DIANA: It's only a stupid joke someone does it every year.

JOSIE: It's no joke.

DIANA: Of course it is.

JOSIE: Dare you to find out.

DIANA: Josie Pye, we're not allowed on the pond.

You know that!

JOSIE: It's been frozen solid for a month.

DIANA: Josie Pye, don't you.

ANNE: I'll do it.

No, you don't have to do anything.

Does so, I dared her so she has to.

ANNE: It's all right, really, I don't mind.

Besides, every challenge is an adventure.

♪ ♪ ♪ Wow.

I can see all the way down to the bottom.

It's wonderful.

It's like being in a glass bottom boat.

(Cracking) Whoa, Harry, whoa.

♪ (Cracking) (Screams) Help, help please!

Get someone, get someone!

Anybody, just get someone!

It's cold, it's freezing, please.

DIANA: Oh, my gosh, Anne!

Anne!

You kids get back from the ice!

Get back!

Come on.

MATTHEW: Calm down, Miss Anne.

ANNE: Please, I can't get out.

Matthew.

Come on, please!

MATTHEW: Come on, Miss Anne, I'm nearly there, stay calm.

I know, I know, please.

Hang on, now.

Matthew!

Help me.

Hold on, kindred spirit, I'm going to get you out.

I know, I know, please.

Matthew.

Okay.

Reach out, reach out, I'm almost there.

Yes, girl, reach out, yes.

Yes, Miss Anne with an E. Yes, yes, yes.

MARILLA: Anne, what were you thinking, going out onto the ice like that?

Imagine what would have happened if Matthew hadn't sensed it - and not just to you, but to him as well?

He shouldn't be doing dangerous things like that with his age.

Of course there's no stopping him.

I was foolish, Marilla, I was.

I know that now, and I won't do anything like it ever again.

All right, well, you're normal.

At least your temperature seems to be.

I want you to lie down.

I want you not to imagine things, not to be thinking, and I want you to try and get some sleep.

Can you do that?

I will, I promise.

All right.

♪ ♪ ♪ Where did you get them?

MATTHEW: Oh, I pick them up now and then whenever I go walking along the sea shore.

They're beautiful.

Now, tell me about this concert of yours.

We're going to have six choruses and Diana is to sing a solo.

I am to perform as the queen of the fairies.

Josie Pye said she'd never heard of a red headed fairy, but I don't let myself mind what Josie says.

Well, I reckon it will be a darn good concert and you'll do your part just fine.

Oh, look... Can I show you?

Remember the dress I was telling you about?

Diana already sent away for one just like it.

Hmm... Matthew?

Hello, Rachel.

How are you doin'?

Fair to middling.

Yourself?

I'm all right.

Marilla told me you wanted to see me.

Well, now, Rachel, I know I have not always been the most sociable neighbour.

There's truth to that.

I want a fresh start.

That's charming, likely, Matthew Cuthbert.

What you want is my help - and with what, pray tell?

I have always admired your sewing skills.

♪ Teacher: Quietly instructs students.

♪ ♪ Diana, can you hand me another bow?

Why are you here?

For your safety.

Thank you, Gilbert.

♪ MARILLA: Here, put this one where there's a big space over there, you see that?

MATTHEW: Excuse me, Anne?

Since the concert's tomorrow, I thought you'd like your Christmas present early.

MARILLA: Matthew Cuthbert, what on earth?

I didn't want to bother you Marilla.

You've got your hands full with this and that all the time, so I spoke with Rachel.

That's what all that was about.

Yes.

Go on, open.

♪ ♪ ♪ Oh.

Oh, Matthew.

This is a... It's a pin tuck.

A pin tuck.

This is, what do you call this?

A ruffle.

A ruffle.

And those are the sleeves - the puff sleeves you always wanted.

I've never had a pretty dress in my life.

Are you coming to the concert?

I'm going to read my Bible and say my prayers.

But being in a small room with a bunch of farmers is not my idea of Christianity.

So if it's all the same to you, I'd just as soon imagine it.

Thank you, thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Go upstairs and try it on, why don't you.

Matthew Cuthbert, sometimes I don't think I understand the first thing about you.

A young girl should have a pretty dress, in my opinion.

I believe that may be the first opinion you've ever had.

No.

First one I've ever had out loud.

Merry Christmas, Marilla, and God Bless you.

Merry Christmas, Matthew.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ I'm excited for this little concert that they're putting on.

Looks quite sweet.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Come follow, follow me.

Your fairy elves that be.

Which circle on the green, follow Mab, your queen.

(Applause) ALL: ♪ Silent night♪ ♪ Holy night.♪ ♪ Shepherds quake,♪ ♪ at the sight.♪ ♪ Glory streams♪ ♪ from Heaven afar.♪ ♪ Heavenly hosts♪ ♪ sing Hallelujah.♪ ♪ Christ the Saviour♪ ♪ is born!♪ ♪ Christ the Saviour♪ ♪ is born!♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Good morning, Muriel.

Today is a borrowed day.

Yes, indeed.

Spring has well and truly sprung.

Rachel says that you have something here for me.

Yes, indeed I do.

It's from the Presbyterian Orphan Homes.

Take a look inside.

They've already paid for a train ticket.

It must be a shock, finally, to have the whole thing done with.

I can't imagine your relief.

I got a letter from that Mrs.

Haynes from Charlottetown.

From that Presbyterian outfit.

They found a home for Anne.

They sent a train ticket.

When?

Tomorrow.

They said it's a real good family.

They're from Montreal.

They're very well off.

They've got four children, all around Anne's age.

It's the best thing for her, Matthew.

It's a great opportunity for her.

(Floor creaks) Anne.

It's all right, Marilla.

Thank you for letting me stay at Green Gables, even if it was just for a little while.

I never felt truly at home before this.

Goodnight, Marilla.

♪ I will keep you safe♪ Goodnight.

♪ Locked inside my heart♪ ♪ So this world I dream♪ ♪ Disappears♪ ♪ Though the lake now shines♪ ♪ Like a pool of tears♪ ♪ And forever♪ ♪ Bears it's stain♪ ♪ All was in my grasp♪ ♪ And now it's gone♪ ♪ And might never come♪ ♪ Again♪ ♪ Was in my grasp♪ ♪ And now it's gone♪ ♪ And might never♪ ♪ come again♪ ♪ If I still my heart♪ ♪ I can hear the wind♪ ♪ Whisper songs♪ ♪ With discordant rhyme♪ ♪ What we've never lost♪ ♪ We can never find.♪ ♪ Such a bittersweet♪ ♪ refrain♪ ♪ All was in my grasp♪ ♪ And now it's gone♪ ♪ And might never come♪ ♪ Again♪ ♪ Was in my grasp♪ ♪ And now it's gone♪ ♪ And might never♪ ♪ come again♪ Marilla?

Marilla Cuthbert, where are you?

Marilla?

Marilla?

Rachel, I was just- Now, Marilla.

You know I'm the last person to ever offer advice.

That goes without saying.

I am ordering you to go after that girl and bring her back.

Mrs.

Beatty's found her a real family.

One that can look after her.

RACHEL: Aren't you a real family?

You and Matthew.

You belong to her and she belongs to you.

Now you go after that girl and bring her home, do you hear?

It's too late.

It's already set in motion.

RACHEL: Rubbish!

It's never too late to do the right thing.

Now, let's get going.

Thomas is right outside with the buggy.

Some government fellow from the agricultural department was down at the post office the other day, talking about this and that, so I asked him about what makes the roads red.

He told me.

It was the iron that did it.

♪ I thought that was very interesting.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Train whistle) CONDUCTOR: Ten AM from Tignish now arriving.

Ten AM from Tignish now arriving.

Anne.

I know that they found you a real good family, and they're going to be able to give you a lot of things that we, Matthew and I, couldn't provide.

But the fact is... (Sighs) we've come to think of you as family.

Now I can't imagine life at Green Gables without you.

I don't want to imagine it.

So... How would you feel about coming to live with us... for good?

♪ (Laughs) All right then, all right.

All right now, let's get a hold of yourself.

All right, okay.

Let's not overdo the theatrics.

(Laughs) ♪ ♪ ♪ MARILLA: Anne of Green Gables, lights out, young lady!

Anne of Green Gables.

♪ ♪ L.M.

Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables is available on DVD to order visit shoppbs.org or call 1-800-PLAY-PBS ♪ ♪ ♪