[Miss Stacy] Oh, Jonah.
I'll have you know I'm quite content as I am,
as content as I'm able to be without you.
But Rachel won't hear it.
She certainly has her work cut out for her to find someone
anywhere near as fun and adventurous as you.
[birds chirping]
[knocking]
[laughing] You saw possibilities in everything.
I loved that about you.
How very odd. [clears throat].
Muriel?
[Rachel] Muriel?
Are you in there?
Coming!
Sometime today, I hope!
[knocking]
-So sorry, I lost track of the time. -Good morning, Miss Stacy.
Speak up, dear.
You left us waiting nearly an age.
But my Caleb, who's come all the way from Spencervale,
didn't mind one bit as he's mighty interested
in getting better acquainted with you.
-Isn't that right, son? -Yes, Mother.
Yes.
What on earth is that?
This...
is my new walking stick. For extra support.
That's what men are for, dear.
Caleb, shall we be off on our walk?
I'm quite able, thank you.
[sighs] She's a plucky little thing.
Since I'm here, perhaps I should join you?! Lord knows I need the exercise.
And if we walk by my house, we can stop in for tea. [chuckles]
Always nice to have a destination! Isn't that right, son?
Yes, Mother.
♪ First thing we'd climb a tree ♪
♪ And maybe then we'd talk ♪
♪ Or sit silently ♪
♪ And listen to our thoughts ♪
♪ With illusions of someday ♪
♪ Casting a golden light ♪
♪ No dress rehearsal ♪
♪ This is our life ♪
♪ You are ahead by a century ♪
So it's all set. We'll drop Delphine with Marilla on Saturday
in time to make the morning train to Charlottetown.
I'll meet Dr. Ward while you head to The Bog
to make arrangements with the minister for... the funeral,
-and speak with Mary's friends. -[Delphine gurgling]
Hey.
Take a nappy nap?
[chuckling]
-Oh... -[babbling]
Bash, you have to come see this.
Bash, it's alright to cry. To scream.
Yell. All of it.
I'm fine.
Well... at least eat something.
I swear it's almost edible.
Oh... you were the stuff of dreams, dear dress.
And now destiny awaits.
[train bell clanging]
Where are those wretched Indians?
Thank goodness you've got schools now to teach them some sense.
I'll take another look inside.
[in Mi'kmaq] The way they look at us.
[mother] I know. But how does it help to act like them?
Then why is Ka'kwet going to their school
if you don't want us to act just like them?
It's important to learn about this changing world
so she can thrive in it and have a safe future.
We have nothing to be ashamed of, so we keep our heads high, always.
There is nothing wrong with being different. Understand?
I promise I will always be a proud Mi'kmaq.
You people have no sense of time!
Your girl almost missed the train.
We were here at sunrise.
We waited in the forest. It's safer for my family.
The Indian agent is inside.
He needs information on the girl.
-Anne! -Good morning!
[laughing] [Anne] One moment,
I have a little surprise for you.
[in Mi'kmaq] Hello, my friends!
Very good, Anne. You learned very much during your last visit.
Ka'kwet, this is the dress I wish I'd had on my first day of school.
I want you to have it.
[in Mi'kmaq] It's too expensive, sweetheart. We can't accept it.
But I've grown. See? It doesn't fit me anymore,
and Ka'kwet is the perfect size.
[in Mi'kmaq] Please, Mom! It's so pretty!
Yes! Thank you, Melkita'ulamun.
You're welcome, Sea Star.
[stationmaster] Last call! All aboard! [train whistle blowing]
Well, I've got to get to my school, but good luck.
Write to me! Green Gables!
[whistle blowing]
[stationmaster] All aboard!
Time to go. Say your goodbyes.
[in Mi'kmaq] Remember to keep your head up.
I love you. I'll make you proud.
I already am, sweet girl.
We're ready.
Only the girl comes with me. No one else.
[in Mi'kmaq] He says I cannot take her.
She must go alone.
[in English] The government knows best. They take children all the time.
-[stationmaster] All aboard! -Say your goodbyes.
[whistle blowing]
[in Mi'kmaq] Are you sure you want to go?
I will see you soon, dear one.
I will see you soon, Daddy.
Come along. Come along. [whistle blowing]
[bell clanging]
[whistle blowing]
You're so lucky that you get to ride like a boy.
I hate that I can only sit side-saddle.
-[boy] See you tomorrow, Diana. -Nice horse.
[laughing] If you want to do it, you should do it.
It's your life, is it not?
[Diana] Hmm.
[Diana] I don't know, Anne. It's not proper. My knees are showing.
It's just us and Mother Nature. She would never judge you.
[scoffs] There.
-Solidarity. -Now go over it again.
What should I say if anyone asks why you rode this morning?
We had to be at school early to finish a project.
That's why I was allowed to take the horse.
How have you already forgotten?
I just want to get it right so I don't get in any trouble, is all.
Excuse me for not being a master Fibbing McFibster like you.
[Anne] If that's how I get to do what's important to me,
-it's a worthy cause, don't you agree? -[Diana] I suppose.
Yes, I do.
Now I just have to figure out what to do about Mrs. Lynde.
[Rachel] Mm. She'll be sorry.
I'll be scraping the bottom of the barrel to find eligible suitors for her now.
But mark my words,
Miss Stacy will come to her senses soon enough
and reconsider my Caleb.
I worry so about poor Sebastian.
Mary was the love of his life.
[door slams]
Don't you look all cheery and windswept.
Did you have a nice ride? Anne took Matthew's horse today.
Apparently Miss Stacy is keeping them too busy for walking.
Yes, I did enjoy it, yes, I...
Mrs. Lynde, may I speak to you for a moment? Privately? In the parlour?
Pardon the interruption, Marilla. This won't take long.
Probably about the Indians at the train this morning.
It certainly was very kind of you to give away such an expensive dress
to that little heathen girl.
You told me you had an important project to finish before school.
You lied to me again!
I knew you wouldn't let me go!
You don't care a whit about what's important to me!
And so you put yourself in heedless danger, yet again.
To think I was reconsidering my position.
But I was right to forbid you to go back to the mainland,
and that edict stands!
You're clearly not mature enough to make sound decisions.
-[Anne, yells] Why are you being so cruel? -[Marilla] That's the way you see it.
I see an irresponsible child who needs my protection.
While you are under my roof, you'll abide by my word.
[door opens]
Hasn't grown out of that temper.
[sobbing]
-Mr. Cuthbert! -What?
You'd better come. Anne's, uh...
[sobbing]
I don't want to talk about it.
I'm... sorry to find you here... is all.
I'm certain now that Marilla doesn't love me.
It is heartless to deny me the one thing I want above all else.
Well, I'm sure that will all get sorted, you know,
with a bit of time.
You're right.
Well, soon I'll be off to Queens so she won't have to tolerate me anymore!
Nor I her.
I will leave and never come back!
There was quite a spectacle just now, Matthew. Your Anne--
Not your business.
Well!
Well, well, well.
This has gone on long enough now!
It's time you smooth things over with Anne.
You always take her side. I know what I'm doing.
Don't let the child manipulate you with tears.
-Now, look here-- -Boots!
You're traipsing mud all over my floors!
Now see here, it's not right what you're doing.
It's unkind to deny the child her heritage!
-How dare you speak to me that way? -You can't punish her for your own...
My own what?
You're afraid that we'll lose her because of what she might find.
But we're losing her right now
because of your selfishness!
No one deserves happiness more than our Anne.
And it's our job to help her find it, not hold her back.
That's why I am giving her permission to go!
That's that.
Good morning, ma'am.
Mrs. Lynde invited me to walk with you this morning.
In her stead.
Of course she did.
[Delphine babbling]
[sighs out of satisfaction]. -[babbling]
Let's make you a little lunch.
Anne's away.
Safe.
Halifax. She's so lucky!
We'll be out on the back nine all day and...
home for supper.
And I'll fetch Anne after that.
Wouldn't it be amazing if Anne finds her real family, Miss Cuthbert?
[Delphine crying]
[Marilla calming baby]
I'm gonna make you some lunch, okay?
-[crying] -You're alright now. Oh...
No, no, not my... Oh.
No, no, no, no! Stop, stop, stop, stop!
[sighs]
Thank you.
But not a good idea.
Poor sweet soul.
Have you figured out when the service will be?
Sunday afternoon.
I hope you'll be there.
Of course we'll be there, honey, 'course we will.
Poor Mary. I wonder if Elijah will regret his stingy ways now that she's gone.
You know that ingrate wasn't even in New York.
When we heard, we went right over. Told him his momma needed him.
He slammed the door in our faces.
He wouldn't even take the letter, neither.
Do you have the letter?
[sighing]
Where can I find him?
Probably where he makes his moonshine. Four streets down, with the green door.
It's kinda hard to explain other than to say that...
it feels right that I finish the search on my own.
Thank you both a million times over for believing me mature enough,
unlike Marilla.
Well, do I pass for someone old enough not to need a chaperone?
Not with these braids, you don't.
Jo, you must work some magic.
I am setting my overpowering nostalgia aside
to continue to aid and abet this folly.
[Anne laughing] I'm sorry, Aunt Jo,
but one day or another, my maturation was inevitable.
Mm. Well, I can still wish that youth wasn't always in such a hurry.
-Brush, please. -Oh.
Although I can't imagine why I was in such a rush to wear a corset.
-[Josephine chuckles] -[sighs] How do you stand it?
At my age, it's the only thing keeping me upright.
[laughter]
Either of these would do. Which do you prefer?
[metal clonking]
I know, I know. "Come quick, she's really sick."
She's dead.
She loved you.
It's all in here.
Guess that's that, then.
The funeral is on Sunday.
Don't make no difference to the dead, though, does it?
I got better things to do.
[roaring]
[crying out]
[grunting]
[glass shattering]
[groaning]
[birdsong]
[Gilbert] And I need to be home right now.
Doesn't feel right to be away from Bash and Delphine.
And you mustn't worry about Dr. Ward.
It just means he has to start doing everything he hated again.
You were a great help.
It was a great experience. And I... I learned a lot.
But it's made me unsure about pursuing medicine.
Why so?
It seems to me that... doctors are essentially... powerless.
All they really do is react to illness. I want to help people,
not stand by while they die.
Medicine couldn't save my mother, my father...
And now I've lost Mary,
who was... like a sister to me.
It just... seems pointless.
I'm so sorry, Gilbert.
I can't imagine how difficult it all must be.
But I know for certain that,
whatever you choose to focus your passion on next,
the world will be better for it.
Thanks.
For... listening.
For your friendship.
It's been really nice.
Well, I'm not going anywhere.
But you could...
perhaps... visit?
And leave Mr. Bones?
-[chuckling] -I'm not sure he could withstand it.
You know how delicate he is. [laughing]
That is, if you'd even consider it...
I could be tempted.
I do love a train.
-That's what my father always said. -Well, then...
how can I resist?
[laughter]
-Oh, my word. -Bash!
-What happened? -This is Bash?
Dear me, you certainly are. Poor thing.
Come along, let's wake the good doctor. [grunting]
Dr. Ward? Bringing in a patient!
[crying]
Are you alright?
My parents are dead...
and I am from Scotland!
[laughing]
-[Delphine babbling] -Oh.
What, you...
We don't want that, now do we? Hmm?
Good girl. Oh, you grabby little miss.
Some baking soda.
Ooh.
My hair!
Um...
Oh, no, what a mess.
[glass falling and breaking]
Oh!
[playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star out of tune]
Bravo, darling!
Bravo!
Oh. Mary Joe. Where are you going?
The usual errands in town.
-I'm gonna join you. -But-but why?
Because life is short and the world is wide.
Let's go.
[singing in distance]
[locked doors shaking]
Oh, hello!
[door unlocking]
Good day, Miss. How may I help?
Hey, Sister.
This is the Indian residential school, is that correct?
-Hmm. -How wonderful!
I'm in the area unexpectedly, so I've come to visit my young friend,
-Ka'kwet. -I have no idea who that is.
The children are given proper Christian names when they arrive, you see?
Oh. That's...
She would've arrived recently, from Prince Edward Island.
Very bright. Gregarious?
Big smile. Dimples?
Regardless, it's not possible to visit at this time.
The children are in choir practice. [children singing]
How marvellous.
[children singing]
Singing is a great fortifier for the spirit.
Will you please let her know I stopped by? I'm Anne.
Anne with an "e."
♪ Hail him hail him ♪
Anne! Anne!! [knocking]
Anne!
[Sister] Hannah! Get away from that window.
-Anne! -Now!
Please let me leave with my friend! I want to go home! Please!
[grunting] You will behave.
[in Mi'kmaq] We must find a way out of this terrible place!
Speak English. Your heathen tongue is forbidden.
Now, sing to the Lord.
[singing]
Let's see what your defiance gets you! Let's just see!
-[grunting] -Father Beck, I require assistance!
[Ka'kwet groaning]
Dear me.
Is Hannah here not doing as she is told?
Hannah, are you behaving like a stupid Indian?
I'm not stupid! You're stupid!
[in Mi'kmaq] My name is Ka'kwet!
[whipping]
[Delphine crying]
[Mary Joe] Oh, no, the butcher closed early.
Do you mind if we make a short trek
-to the trapper's homestead? -[Diana] Trek?
- [Diana] That sounds like a splendid adventure! Yes!
Great.
Thank you. [door chimes]
-Miss Cuthbert, are you quite alright? -Good heavens,
is that a... a baby?
Clearly your orphan girl's lack of decorum is rubbing off on you.
Have you no shame?
[door chimes]
[sighing] Good day to you, Clayton.
I'd like to purchase a small bag of flour and four baby bottles, please.
I've always known you to be a fine, upstanding woman, Miss Cuthbert.
It saddens me to see you conduct yourself against God's will.
I am caring for an innocent child.
God made her, same as you and me.
So I suggest you take your complaint to him.
[Clayton sighing]
That'll be 85 cents.
-[Delphine crying] -Shhh.
You can be on your way. I'll just add it to your bill.
How kind. But you'll get what you're owed.
You certainly will.
[Delphine crying]
-Marilla. -Oh...
[crying continues]
[animal sounds]
A cabin in the woods. How charming. Are you sure we're allowed to be here?
I've come to the Acadians numerous times before
when their storefront was closed. They don't mind.
[barking]
[screaming]
Oh, Diana! I'm so sorry! I should've warned you about the dog.
-[barking] -Diana! What are you doing here?
-Jerry? -Hey, sorry. Bonbon is really very sweet.
My dear girl, are you hurt?
-[in French] She's twisted her ankle. -It's late. If she can't walk,
she'll need to stay overnight. Can we manage one more?
Absolutely. Have her stay.
Agree with them that I should stay.
Your mother would have my head!
I think she'd be fit to be tied if I was permanently damaged
from the long walk home on a sprained ankle.
Can you walk, my dear?
-[crying out] -[all] Oh, no. No, no, no.
You will stay with us. Uh, will you let her family know?
And if Anne were to find her real family, her...
her birth family,
I'm afraid she won't need me anymore.
I love her as if she were my own flesh and blood.
She's been my joy and comfort ever since she came to Green Gables.
I have good news for you, Marilla.
Love is not quantifiable, and therefore not finite.
Anne can love others that come into her life
that will in no way diminish the special bond you have with her.
I can tell you that with certainty,
because if I were ever to find another romantic partner,
it would have no bearing
on the profound love I will always have for my Jonah.
That's not to say it's indestructible.
If love isn't cherished and nurtured,
it can indeed be lost.
[in French] Do we have to be quiet and boring
because of the fancy princess visiting?
[silence]
Mm.
Mme. Baynard?
[in French] This is the most delicious fricot I've ever had!
[exclamation of surprise]
-Please call me Lisette. -It's delicious, Mrs. Baynard.
[excited chatter in French]
-Pass this to your father. -Pass the butter.
-[excited chatter] -[in French] Hey Dad,
did you hear what happened to Jean on the trapline yesterday?
[laughing; in English] Oh boy!
[in French] Please, no talk of Jean wearing rabbit entrails at the table!
-What's the story? -What happened?
-What's "entrails'? -Ah, the... part that holds the poop.
[laughter] [French chatter]
[in English] Sorry.
[laughter]
[in French] I don't think we should sing tonight.
[French chatter]
-Oh, Papa! -Can I choose the song?
Oh, you want to sing?
[all] Yes, yes, yes!
Hurry and get your beds ready.
[indistinct French chatter]
[in English] We don't have any other rooms.
Just this one. So we all sleep here.
[in French] May I help with anything? I'd be happy to lend a hand.
[in English] -Yes, please. -Oh.
Thank you. Goodbye.
I talk English! Vous comprenez?
Yes. You are a very smart girl.
[repeating in French]
[fiddle music]
♪ Au chant de l'alouette je veille et je dors ♪
♪ J'écoute l'alouette puis je m'endors ♪
♪ Je n'ai pas cueilli j'ai cherché des nids ♪
[Marilla sighing] She's just asleep.
Thank you.
We...
I really appreciate it.
Good night.
[sighing]
Poor Bash.
-What insult to injury. -I wish there was more we could do.
How did it go at the church? I hope the trip was successful.
I found what I was looking for.
[sighing] Both my parents did indeed pass,
weeks apart from one another, when I was three months old.
[sighing]
So death was in fact responsible for our tragic parting.
Which...
oddly enough, is a relief to me.
Because they didn't choose... to give you up.
It's been weighing on me.
-I see. -[sighing]
I'm happy for you, Anne.
Oh, and I'm Scottish.
They hail from the town of... Glennark?
But... that's all I know.
My, my.
Perhaps a little more sleuthing...
is in order?
We could write to the Kirk in Glennark to find out more.
Shall we? It'd make me very happy to help.
Marilla... what a splendid idea.
I would love that.
[fiddle music]
♪ En roulant ma boule roulant En roulant ma boule ♪
♪ Derrière chez nous y'a-t-un étang En roulant ma boule ♪
♪ Trois beaux canards s'en vont baignant Rouli-roulant ma boule roulant ♪
♪ En roulant ma boule roulant En roulant ma boule ♪
Your ankle is much better.
My ankle was never too bad.
Y-you lied?
-[laughing] -I did.
In order to experience something that's important to me.
What is that?
Freedom.
[exclaiming]
[music stops]
Diana!! [barking]
-[screaming] -Hey, hey, Bonbon, Bonbon.
[Mrs. Barry] Unthinkable debauchery.
You're safe now, dear, you're safe.
-For your troubles. -Ah, it was really no trouble, Monsieur.
No trouble at all. She's a lovely girl--
No, no, I really must insist.
Thank you kindly.
[in French] I had a marvellous evening in your lovely home.
Thank you very much for your hospitality.
[little girl] I like you very much! Goodbye, Princess!
[laughing]
[mother] Oh, dear.
-[kids] Au revoir! -Bonne nuit!
-Bon retour! -Au revoir, Princesse!
[Minister Hall] The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pasture:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:
For thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.
[Minister Hall] Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life:
and I will live in the house of the Lord for ever.
[horse neighing]
How are you holding up, son?
Please don't offer me a kind platitude, Father.
If I hear "time heals" one more time...
No offence.
None taken.
I would like to share a story about your Mary, if you'll permit me.
She must've been around ten.
Just loved to sing, she did.
One service, her favorite hymn wasn't included.
And little Mary was not having it.
She stood up and belted it out!
Everyone was confused. My service was over.
But wouldn't you know it, before long we all joined in.
[chuckling]
Even way back then, we knew it was better to go along
than try to stop her.
[laughter]
[sighing]
That woman loved a joyful noise.
That's right.
That's right, you love her.
You love her. That's right.
I look forward...
to receiving any information you may have
on my dearly departed parents.
Thank you kindly for your efforts in this matter.
[sighing] Respectfully. No, no.
Sincerely. Sincerely seems right.
[Anne sighing]
Oh, Marilla, your handwriting is ever so refined and elegant.
I have hopes of being taken seriously now.
Why don't you sign it.
Won't the seal make it so much more momentous, Marilla?
Just imagine, when it's broken, in Scottish hands overseas,
I'll be that much closer to knowing more about where I come from.
There.
Now my hope is etched into each one of its tiny grooves.
Marilla...
I'm very sorry for the lies I told you.
I behaved disrespectfully.
I was frustrated, yes, but that's no excuse.
I hope you can forgive me.
I'm sorry I let my fear get the better of me.
I never want to impede your potential.
And I will do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again.
Do you think you can forgive me?
Oh...
I love you, Marilla.
Forever and a day.
I'd like to buy postage to Scotland, please.
And these other three go to Nova Scotia.
You like that?
-[boy grunting] -[girl] Ah!