(crickets chirping)
(birds ululating)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(peaceful piano and flute music)
(whimsical orchestral music)
(groaning)
- [Alec] I'll try to have Avonlea gives even
Charlottetown a run for their money
as far as Dominion Day fireworks go.
(chuckling)
- [Mr. Lawson] Thanks for your help.
- [Alec] Don't mention it.
- [Mr. Lawson] Oh, I'll get that flour for ya, Al.
- [Alec] Uh huh.
- [Mr. Lawson] Uh, somewhere.
- [Alec] I'll put the rest of those fireworks on my wagon.
- This is going to be the best Dominion Day ever.
Fireworks and even a circus.
In 10 days, they're coming to Avonlea.
- I can't wait.
- Look, cracker bangers, great!
- Uh uh, give me that thing, Felix.
You know you're not old enough to handle fireworks.
- Jeb Sloane is out behind the blacksmith shop.
- Oh, really?
- He's takin' bets on the Saturday race in Somerside.
(murmurs)
Care to place any?
- Well, that depends.
- On what?
- On whether your wife's nearby.
Elivra'd tar and feather us if she caught us.
- But she just happens to be away for a bit.
- So, what are we waiting for?
- Right (laughs).
I'll just get...
Sara!
Sara, could just mind things here for a few moments?
Your uncle and I have some important business to attend to.
- Of course, Mr. Lawson.
I'd be happy to take on the responsibility.
- Thank you.
- [Mr. Lawson] Hellick, I've got a tip
on a horse called Sea Wind.
(snoring)
- [Felix] Here's two cents for one cracker banger.
- No Felix, your father said
you're not allowed to have any.
Give it to me.
- It's my money, I can take what I want.
- Felix!
- This'll wake him up.
- Felix, you're going to get me in trouble!
Give it to me.
Mr. Lawson put me in charge, Felix.
If you don't behave yourself--
(firecrackers bang and squeal)
(laughing)
(groaning)
(firecracker bangs)
(horse whinnies)
- [Man] Yow!
What hit the horses?
Whoa!
Ring the fire bell!
(firecrackers bang and squeal)
(bell peals)
- [Sara] Felix, get some water!
You're not listening!
(water splashes)
(horse whinnies and wood splinters)
(bell peals)
(horse whinnies)
- [Alec] Get in here, Alec, she's gonna blow!
Go on boy, get out of here.
(firecrackers bang and squeal)
- My store!
Who's responsible?
- Mr. Lawson, I'm sorry.
I just don't know how this could have happened.
I was trying to stop Felix
from lighting a cracker banger,
and the box caught fire and--
- [Mr. Lawson] My store!
(yelling)
(fire crackers bang and squeal)
(pensive orchestral music)
- Sara Stanley, you are just lucky
that no one was seriously hurt,
either by the fireworks
or by the horse running them down.
As it is, I gotta replace that fence in the rooming house
and my wagon was completely destroyed.
If I was your father, I'd give you a darn good spanking.
- Worst of all, there won't be
a single firework on Dominion Day.
- And it's all Sara's fault.
- It is not, Felix King.
- You know perfectly well--
- Uh uh, Sara.
Go to your room, that's quite enough.
- But, Felix was the one that--
- Straight upstairs, I said, and not another syllable.
(footsteps thud)
And Alec, when you calm down a bit,
perhaps we can talk sensibly about all this, alone.
- All right, but she has got
to take responsibility for her actions
and if you don't see that she does that, I will.
(laughing)
Fireworks, indeed!
(laughing)
well, I suppose the little
culprit
might at least be allowed to receive her mail.
(snorts)
(birds chirp)
Sara Stanley.
Never ceases to amaze me,
the ridiculous scrapes you get yourself into.
- It wasn't all my fault, Aunt Hetty.
- Least said, soonest mended.
Here, this arrived for you this afternoon.
- Papa.
(paper rustles)
(gentle orchestral music)
- [Hetty] Well, what does he say?
- Papa wants me to return home.
- Oh?
- Considering everything, Aunt Hetty,
I think it would be best if I return to Montreal.
- I see.
(pensive orchestral music)
(chicken clucking)
(wagon rattles)
- Oh Hetty, it all seems so sudden.
I hate that I have to go
without having a chance to patch things up.
- She was bound to go back sooner or later, I suppose.
That's what she wants.
Best I can do is make sure she gets there safely.
Oh, good grief.
Peter,
Peter Craig, haven't you fixed that buggy yet?
At this rate, we'll miss the blasted train.
- I hope you'll come back and visit us soon, Sara.
You're part of our family now.
- [Sara] I will.
I won't forget.
- Now Sara, dear.
You take good care of yourself, and you come back
and visit as soon as you can.
You hear?
(poignant orchestral music)
- I don't want you to go, Sara.
- It's all right.
- [Woman] Say goodbye, please (mutters).
- [Felix] Bye, Sara.
I'm...
(poignant orchestral music)
- Goodbye, Sara.
- Bye, Felicity.
- Sara, the buggy's as good as new now.
I just had to replace a few boards in it.
Well,
you'll be back to visit us soon, I'm sure.
We're all gonna miss you around here.
- No one'll miss anyone
if that train leaves before we get there.
(poignant orchestral music)
- [Olivia] Sara,
I'll miss you so much.
- Get up.
- [Sara] Goodbye.
(whimsical orchestral music)
(train chugs)
(motor whirs)
- [Hetty] Trust Blair Stanley
not to meet us at the train station.
- [Sara] Our train was early.
Look, we're here, Aunt Hetty, this is our house.
- [Hetty] Good grief!
It's the size of Buckingham Palace.
- [Sara] Hardly.
- [Driver] Whoa.
(calm orchestral music)
- [Mary] Welcome home, Miss Sara!
- Papa! - May I help you with those?
- [Sara] We're home.
Nanny Louisa?
- [Hetty] Sara, don't throw your clothes on the floor.
- [Sara] Papa!
- [Louisa] Sara?
Oh, Sara!
- Nanny Louisa! - Is it really you?
Oh glory, glory, glory!
- I missed you. - My dear little Sara,
safe home again.
- [Sara] So good to be back.
- Ah, Miss King.
- Miss Banks.
- [Sara] I have to see my room.
- Is your father getting the bags, dear?
- Well, where is Blair?
- That's what we'd like to know.
Waited and waited at that station
till it was apparent no one was coming to collect us.
- Clearly you're over-tired.
I hope you like your room. - No thank you, I'll manage.
- It's small, but I think you'll find it
an improvement on the chicken coop you once offered me.
Still, I don't suppose you will be staying long.
- Oh, I'm staying
till I'm convinced that Sara's desire
to return here isn't merely a whim.
- [Louisa] Come along.
(motor whirs)
(whimsical orchestral music)
- [Blair] Thank you.
That'll be all for today.
Sara!
- [Sara] Papa!
- You're finally back safe and sound.
So, here you are.
I was worried, I couldn't find you at the train station.
Ah, Hetty, welcome to Montreal.
- Excuse me, Mr. Stanley.
There's a phone call for you from the office.
- Tell them I'm unavailable.
- Well, they said it's urgent.
Mr Bartholomew needs to speak to you.
- All right,
all right.
I'll speak with him.
Hello?
Yes, this is he.
Oh, good gracious, I wish you people
could handle this on your own.
My daughter's just arrived.
I'll be there as soon as I can, thank you.
Goodbye.
(phone clicks)
I'm sorry, Sara, I have to go.
But I'll be back within the hour, I promise.
And I won't be long.
- [Hetty] Come along, Sara.
We'll get you unpacked.
(bell peals)
- He said he'd be back within the hour.
- You just have to get used to this, Sara,
living in Montreal,
if that's what you so keenly desire.
Until you best get used to
your father's heedless ways, my child,
and his busy schedule.
(door knocker pounds)
- [Barwood] May I speak to Miss Louisa Banks, please?
- [Mary] Oh yes, please come in.
- [Louisa] What is it, Mary?
- Miss Banks, madam, this gentleman
has something to tell you.
- [Louisa] Yes, may I help you, Mr.--
- Inspector Barwood of the Montreal Police, madam.
- [Louisa] Yes?
- I regret to have to tell you
that there's been an accident
at the Stanley Import Warehouse.
- [Louisa] An accident?
- Where's Papa?
- Mr. Stanley was inspecting a shipment, apparently,
and one of the second story scaffolds collapsed.
I'm afraid Mr. Stanley was killed instantly.
(gasps)
(mournful orchestral music)
- [Mourner] Poor child,
first she loses her mother and now this.
- Can I get you anything, dear?
- No thank you, Aunt Janet.
- Isn't it amazing to see a child so composed?
(people murmuring)
- [Reverend] He's at peace now, Sara.
(people murmuring)
(birds twitter)
- [Woman] Stanley Kripton Montreal is supposed to
be as big as the royal family.
- It is fitting though,
that Blair chose to be buried beside his dear wife, Ruth.
- How are you, Sara?
- How do you think she is, Felicity?
- I'm so sorry, Sara, I really am.
I just don't know what to say to you.
- It's all right, Felicity.
You needn't say anything.
(mournful orchestral music)
- Sara,
you ever need to talk anytime,
I just want you to know you can confide in me.
You're like one of my own children.
- Thank you, Uncle Alec, but
no one can ever take the place of my father.
(mournful orchestral music)
I had so many things I wanted to tell him.
What am I going to do now?
I'm frightened, Nanny.
- [Louisa] No need to be, Sara dear.
Remember, you're not alone.
- [Sara] I know.
(mournful orchestral music)
- I'm deeply shocked that someone
outside our family should be appointed Sara's guardian.
Let alone trustee of her considerable inheritance.
- [Mr. Heinrich] But you must understand
Miss Banks has been with the Stanley family--
- [Hetty] This will is three years old!
Had it been properly updated as it should have,
why it would have clearly
stipulated that Sara remain with us in Avonlea.
- My love for Sarah...
(voiced drowned out by music)
- [Hetty] How dare you!
- [Olivia] Hetty, I have a small emergency in the kitchen.
Please...
- Excuse me.
- [Louisa] Mr. Heinrich,
I'm sorry you had to come all this way
to go through this.
- Hetty King, where are your brains?
The tack you are taking didn't work with Blair
and it won't work with Louisa Banks either.
- Tack, what tack?
- You're putting everybody's backs up.
Now that will only ensure that Sara's
taken away from us for good!
Why can't you just bite your tongue for once!
- What do you suggest I do?
Maneuver backwards would be nice too.
- Yes, you can certainly catch more flies with honey.
Go on.
- [Mr. Heindrich] I'll have some papers for you to sign
when you return to Montreal.
- Sara! - I presume you'll want
to keep Sara here a little longer?
- Sara! - Now, Miss King.
Miss Banks and I have just been discussing Sara
and when would be the most appropriate time
to take her back to Montreal.
- Don't worry, I'm not taking her away today.
She's much too exhausted.
We'll stay in Avonlea for about a week,
until I'm sure she's ready.
If that's not inconvenient for you, Miss King?
- Please stay as long as you wish.
It'd be an honor to have you as our guest,
wouldn't it, Olivia?
- Fine then, I must be on my way.
- [Louisa] Thank you again for coming all this way.
You can see what I've been up against.
(poignant harp music)
- If I sounded a bit upset, Sara,
about the way things have turned out,
it's because I feel that
this is where you truly belong.
I understand how you feel,
but you have to,
we all have to face the cruelties in our life, you know.
Time will heal all.
I do,
we all love you, you know that.
(poignant orchestral music)
- Well I just wish she'd have a darn good cry.
It seems unnatural.
- She'll deal with it in her own way, Olivia.
We Kings aren't ones for
making a display of our feelings.
(pump handle clatters)
- Oh, confounded pumps.
Of all the archaic--
- May we offer you some hot cocoa?
- No thank you, but I will take a cup up to Sara.
- I already did.
(pot bubbles)
Don't know how many more mornings I can listen
to that woman go on about
boiling the blasted water thoroughly
before making the tea.
As if there's a chance in creation
that the water in Montreal could possibly be any
purer than that of P.E. Island.
- Now Hetty, you've been awfully good
with her the last few days.
Where is she now, anyway?
- In the privy out back.
Hope she falls in.
- [Louisa] Help!
(banging)
Help!
Someone let me out!
Help!
Help, help!
(banging)
Someone get me out of here, please!
- How could anyone but a fool
lock herself in an outhouse?
- Thank you, Olivia.
A young lady of Sara's station
ought not to be exposed to such primitive conditions.
If she is to come here again, nor should I.
We expect modern conveniences.
- This outdoor privy's been good enough
for three generations of Kings.
I see no reason why we should replace it now.
But then when I see it from your point of view, Louisa,
yes,
why a child of Sara's present stature
deserves better, certainly.
Oh come along, have some breakfast.
I made those wheat cakes again
you enjoyed so much yesterday.
- I know what is on your mind, Hetty King.
It will take more than wheat cakes to get around me.
(mournful orchestral music)
- Sara, are you all right?
- Yes thank you, Peter.
- Sara, I wish I could do something.
- It's all right, Peter.
(clock ticks)
- I was on my way to the circus.
Do you want to come?
- No thank you.
- Oh, come on, Sara.
Felix says there's a fellow there
who swallows fire (chuckles).
- [Sara] Maybe I will.
- [Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen of Avonlea.
Come one, come all to the
Bunburry Brothers Traveling Road Show.
(playful organ music)
Step inside and see it all.
We have jugglers, acrobats, fire breathers,
snake charmers and Bunny the dancing bear.
(playful organ music)
- [Bear Keeper] Don't touch the bear.
(bear growls)
- [Peter] A ferris.
(mournful orchestral music)
Let me see the snake.
- [Peter] You don't want to go in there, Sara.
- Please Peter, come with me.
I have to know what it's all about.
- Come in, child, I've been expecting you.
(pensive orchestral music)
Only one at a time, boy.
- Sara.
- I am Isis, please sit down.
Sara.
- How did you know my name?
- (chuckles) Isis knows all.
You are not from here.
I see a large city.
- Yes.
- Such a great sadness you carry with you.
(gasps)
Someone
is trying to contact you.
Someone who was very close to you.
(gasps)
It is your father.
He's dead, huh?
(chuckles)
When the spirit moves me,
I have successfully communicated with the beyond.
But of course, anything of worth costs.
- I have money.
(coins jingle)
- I will do my best.
Your father's name was
Blair,
Blair Stanley.
Blair,
can you hear me?
Blair
Stanley.
(gasps)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
He is looking for his little daughter.
He needs to say goodbye.
He wants you to know that he misses you
but he is very peaceful.
He is with your mother.
There is something they must tell you
of utmost importance.
He is trying to speak.
- Papa.
- It is very-- - It's me.
- Difficult to understand!
- Come back!
Can't you hear me?
- There is nothing more I can do.
His spirit is very, very difficult to reach now.
- I must speak to him.
- I don't know if he will ever come back.
- Please try again.
I have lots of money at home.
- Very well.
But come back alone.
(parrot caws)
- Sara.
Sara, Sara!
Did you see?
That man put the parrot on my head.
(pensive harp music)
What's wrong?
- Can you keep a secret?
- Yep.
- The fortune teller.
She contacted my father.
She spoke to him.
- You don't believe that hogwash, do you?
- Peter, I saw him.
Fine then, don't believe me, I don't care!
- [Peter] Sara wait!
I believed you!
- I told you she'd come.
No kid can resist a circus, no matter what.
- Yeah, but you forgot the accident in Montreal.
- Large city, she bought it, she'll be back.
- We play this right,
could be our ticket out of this stinking circus.
- You let me handle this.
Last time you got us nabbed,
taking that old lady's life savings
so she could to her dead cat.
- Shut up.
(cackles)
(birds chirping)
- This is your favorite dress, Papa.
(mournful orchestral music)
(jewelry jingles)
- [Louisa] Where is Sara?
She's been gone for hours.
Well, I suppose she's allowed to run wild here.
- Of course not, Louisa.
Sara has learned to be very responsible in Avonlea.
- [Hetty] She's probably just visiting Felicity.
- I hope so.
It would do her good.
- Well all I can say is that is Sara disappeared at home,
there'd be only one explanation.
Trouble.
(beads rattle)
(playful organ music)
(smoke machine booms)
- [Leo] Ah, bloody thing.
- Oh,
now what are you doing?
- Working on your ghosts.
(chuckles)
- Well, don't get too fancy, that kid's smart.
She might get suspicious of too much hocus pocus.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
You're early, Sara Stanley.
- Trusted you.
You stole from me.
I'm gonna tell the constable.
(muffled screaming)
- What are you doing?
This is going too far.
- You crazy?
You heard her, she was going to the police.
- You bumbling oaf, this is kidnapping.
- Shut up!
This is my big chance, the kid's worth a fortune.
(muffled screaming)
- I knew there was something amiss.
Sara would never just go off like this.
If anything has happened to her.
- Don't upset yourself so, Louisa.
Alec is out looking for her.
(horse whinnies)
- This just doesn't seem like Sara at all.
- There's Alec now.
Alec, any luck?
- Well, no one's seen hide nor hair of her.
- Oh, dear Lord.
- [Olivia] Where could she be?
- I think I know where Sara might be.
- Where?
- At the circus.
- The circus?
- I told her not to talk to that old fake.
- Fake?
What fake?
- The fortune teller.
Sara said she could
talk to her father.
- [Alec] Hmm, I'll head right over there.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(wagon rattles)
- [Fortune Teller] The kid's been out cold for hours, Leo.
You sure you didn't kill her with that chloroform?
- [Leo] The princess is just getting her beauty sleep.
(chuckles)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(wagon creaks)
(wheels clatter)
- Do you have a fortune teller act traveling with you?
- Nobody around that we saw.
No.
- Maybe you fellas can help me,
I'm looking for a little blond girl, blue eyes,
she was here with a fortune teller.
- No.
- You had a fortune teller act here
traveling with you, right?
- We didn't see anyone, sorry.
(group murmurs)
- Something's not right here.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(reins jingle)
(wagon creaks and clatters)
- Look, have you checked your own barn?
Sara's been known to hide in there before, you know.
- My own barn, you must think this is a joke, Abner.
I have searched every inch of this farm.
Felix and Andrew have combed through the woods.
Felicity and Janet have checked with all the neighbors.
She is lost, man.
And we gotta do everything in our power to find her!
- We've gone far enough.
I don't want to be arrested.
We have to let her go.
- Shut up, Lisa.
I'm running this show now.
You don't like it, get out.
The little princess
just has to sign this
ransom note.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(leaves rustle)
- [Hetty] We're doing everything we can to find Sara.
- [Olivia] Alec is off looking for her now.
- [Hetty] Abner Jeffries has sent
for the constables from Charlottetown.
- [Louisa] There must be something more we can do.
(energetic orchestral music)
(reins jingle)
- Whoa, easy boy.
(paper rustles)
- (mutters) Monies for the safe return of Sara Stanley.
(horse whinnies)
- [Alec] Here.
- Why isn't she tied up?
- She can't go far, can she?
- When they find me, they'll put you in jail
for the rest of your life.
- [Leo] You little--
- Stop it Leo, don't hurt her.
- You sit down and do as you're told.
- [Lisa] And what if they don't pay the ransom, Leo?
- [Leo] They'll pay if they ever want to see
her pretty little face again.
- [Lisa] What's that supposed to mean?
- [Leo] Why don't you shut up and quit asking questions?
- I told you, I won't let you hurt her.
I don't want any part of this, you idiot, I've had enough.
(horse whinnies)
- Shh.
- [Alec] Sara?
Sara, you here?
- Uncle Alec!
Go back, he's got a gun!
- You take another step, I'll shoot!
- [Sara] Uncle Alec!
(gun booms)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(groaning in pain)
- Please, let the girl go.
Believe me, I'll gladly stay
and help you get off the island.
- Both of youse is going nowhere
until the ransom is paid tonight.
(chuckles)
- You need a doctor.
- Nah.
Don't worry about this, it's nothing.
- Uncle Alec,
I'm so sorry I got you into all this trouble.
Please don't hate me.
- What?
I don't hate you, Sara.
You were so angry with me.
- Well, of course I was angry, but
you know how cross I can be with Felix
when he gets out of line.
That's because I love him.
And I love you too, Sara.
- Uncle Alec.
I just wanted to see Papa so much.
(poignant orchestral music)
- I understand.
- (sobs) I never got to say goodbye to him.
- Sara,
your father will never be lost to you
as long as you have him in your heart.
(Sara sobbing)
(snoring)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Lisa?
Lisa!
- Sara,
you see that blade?
You think you can get to it?
(chair thunks)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Alec] That's it,
that's it, good.
Pass it to me.
I've got it.
All right now.
Keep the rope taut.
Good.
(broom scrapes)
(birds twitter)
- [Hetty] Aha!
(crying in fright)
- [Lisa] Let me out!
Let me go!
- [Hetty] Louisa, help me!
- What, Hetty?
- [Lisa] I came to tell you where the kid is!
- [Louisa] All right, all right.
(wood splintering)
- There.
Quickly now.
That's a good girl.
Head down the hill toward the main road.
Don't worry about me, you just get some help.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Sara] I'm going to try and break the lock.
- [Alec] Sarah, forget the lock.
Just get out of here.
(metal rattles)
- Halt!
Lisa!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Where is she?
What'd you do with the kid?
- She's long gone, Leo.
You'll never catch her now.
You should turn yourself in before this goes too far.
- Shut up.
- Leo, wait.
I can help you escape.
If you go looking for her,
it'll just make it easy for them to find you.
You gotta realize, everyone's out searching for Sara.
The police'll be here any moment.
(gun clicks)
- The next shot won't just graze you.
- Leo.
Leo, help me.
(firecracker bangs)
- [Leo] Ah!
Ow!
(Leo yelling)
- [Olivia] It's not far now, over there.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Sara, what the devil have you gotten into?
- We have to hurry, he'll be back soon.
- [Leo] Bloody kid!
- All right, after you.
(pan clatters)
(firecracker bangs)
- Sara!
Sara!
(firecrackers bang)
(groups exclaims)
(firecrackers bang and squeal)
- You're coming with me, mister!
- [Louisa] Oh, my darling.
You wretched girl, we've been so worried.
- [Alec] Come on, it's just a graze.
(firecrackers bang and squeal)
- Sara sure knows how to put on a good show.
It's even better than the one we put on at Lawson's!
- We?
I should have known you had
something to do with that matter.
We'll talk about that later.
(fireworks bang and squeal)
(poignant orchestral music)
- "So thanks to Constable Abner Jeffries of Avonlea,"
pretty good, eh?
"and the Shire Town Police, the culprit,
"wanted in connection with several offenses,
"is now behind bars."
- Ah, thank you, Abner.
We really appreciate your letting us know.
- Well, I guess I'll be going now.
Good day.
- [Olivia] I'll show you out, Abner.
- [Alec] Good day.
- [Hetty] Good day, Abner.
- Oh yes, Sara.
Now that the firework season is over,
Mr. Lawson says he thinks that he
could trust you to look after his store again.
If you want to.
- [Louisa] Oh, Alec.
- Well, I don't really know because it
really depends on
whether I'm staying.
- Well, perhaps Sara would like to confer
with her Aunt Hetty.
- Where is Hetty?
(sobbing loudly)
- Well, well, well.
And what kind of a fool, I wonder,
would get herself locked in the privy?
(sniffling)
- [Hetty] An old fool, I suppose.
I presume, then, you'll be taking Sara
to Montreal right away?
Sara probably can't wait to leave P.E. Island
after such a terrible experience.
It was my hope, you see, that she'd
want to stay in Avonlea.
We'll miss her, you see.
She belongs with her family.
- I entirely agree with you, Hetty King.
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- I don't think you'll be lonely very often,
surrounded by such a caring group of people.
- Aunt Hetty will invite you to come and visit.
Won't you, Aunt Hetty?
- Yes.
- And I might accept,
provided she keeps her promise and updates the facility.
(laughing)
- [Hetty] Sara!
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(crickets chirping)
(bird ululating)
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