Anne of Green Gables Continuing Story... (2000)

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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 w*r.

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 d*ed.

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 d*ed.

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 w*r.

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 w*r 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 d*ed, 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 w*r.

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 w*r orphans.

If we Americans
join the allies at w*r

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 w*r 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 thr*at.

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 w*r 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
b*ttlefield.

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 w*r

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 w*r, 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 w*r 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 t*nk...

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!

[ g*nf*re ]

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 w*r
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

sh*t 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 sh**t 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 k*ll 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 w*r 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 att*ck 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.

[ expl*si*n ]

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.

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The field hospital's

through there.

Al's

Unload these trucks

as quickly as possible.s

Little tyke's

bloody hungry, he is.

Here, looks like

he's yours from now on.

I'll get you fed.

I'll try and find some food.

Merci, mon pere.

Soyez prudente.

C'est un miracle,

le petit qui a survi.

Et qu'est devenue la maman?

Maman?

Ellest morte.

Et vous, mon enfant,

d'ou venez-vous?

D'ou venez-vous?

Ah, je suis...

Canadienne,

je suis canadienne.

Ah, canadienne!

C'est tres bon.

On a beaucoup de canadiens

Ici dans notre village.

Vous cherchez une famille

Pour s'occuper

de l'enfant, c'est ca?

Oui, ah...s'il vous plait,

watch him. Il vous plait,

Garde-le, s'il vous plait,

while I help les malades,

Have you seen

dr. Blythe here?

He's supposed

to have returned

From the

clearing station.

I know they were trying to

Evacuate the station

when we left.

None of them troops have

returned yet.

Oh, I'm so close.

I just saw him.

You'll meet up again, love.

Calm down.

I'm sorry. I've been

searching for months.

Did any of the american

troops come here?

Sorry, love -- all this noise

about yanks joining the w*r,

And I haven't seen one of them

set foot on french soil yet.

I see.

Can I help?

Some of them blokes

are in dire pain.

Slip these under their

tongues with a little water.

Morphine.

Anne?

Anne.

Oh, my lord.

Fred?

It is you.

Fred.

Oh, fred, we thought

we'd lost you.

Not yet.

Oh, gracious

providence.

All avonlea's

taken you for dead.

C-can you find someone

to treat this?

Yes...yes, of course, of course.

Fred, here.

Here, fred.

Slip this under your tongue.

Right, all right,

I'll come back.

Oh, gracious providence.

Oh, fred...hang on.

Nurse, nurse, can you

get someone to help

Clean and disinfect

this soldier's wound?

Sorry, dear. Soon as

a doctor's free.

All right.

Fred, oh, fred.

How are my

little ones, anne?

How's diana?

Everyone was fine, I think.

Uh...i've written to diana.

I've been travelling around so

much, she doesn't know how to...

How to...

Fred...i'm prattling on.

They say I can't fight any more.

C-can you get me home?

Gil can help.

Gil?

I saw him at the field hospital.

The field hospital.

He's coming from

the clearing station.

All right, fred.

Is anyone going

back to bar-le-duc?

There's nothing left.

The germans completely

razed the field hospital.

Did you see

my husband leave?

I don't know.

Didn't he leave the

clearing station?

Please tell me

what happened.

Fred!

Oh, my god.

Oh, no, no.

Dominic!

Mon pere!

Father...

Oh, no.

Dominic...dominic!

[ Wailing ]

Here we go, here we go.

Help me, please help me.

I have to get

this man loaded on.

I'll help.

I'll help you.

Where's this convoy

departing for?

All the way to boulogne,

I think.

I have to get a few of these

casualties back to england.

This whole town

has to keep moving.

Ah, mrs. Blythe.

We need you over here.

Get that ambulance over here!

Step this way. Hurry now.

Please, my husband

Didn't get out, did he?

I can't say. Get in please.

We've no time to even think.

No, wait, please.

The baby.

Give it up to one of

the townswomen, please!

[ Driver ]: oh, it's like

a state of siege, isn't it?

You can't take the mum

away from her baby.

Will you get out of

the bloody way, we're trapped!

Any other vehicles

from bar-le-duc?

No, this is it.

Everybody else

left in the field

Is either

captured or k*lled.

I have to go to the convoy

that's departing for boulogne.

I have a friend in the truck.

I have to see that gets out.

You relax. Can't get

any worse for him.

[ Baby crying ]

Load the men back on.

Can't afford to spend the night

in this area. Come on.

I need someone over here.

He needs to be fed.

Can we get some milk?

You help unload.

I'll take him to the infirmary.

I've got him.

Right.

W-where's officer wright?

He was in your truck.

You want to find somebody, lady?

Get back on the next

convoy to the front.

But stop wandering around when

These men are

clambering for help.

It's all right,

it's all right.

Settle down now.

Let me help you.

Soldier,

listen to me.

Listen to me.

Look,

look at me.

You must

Nurse?

Officer wright?

He's over there, ma'am.

Doctor...

I know this man.

How can I help him?

Well, I had to amputate the arm

to remove the gangrene.

I've done all that I can do.

I've done all that I can do

See that he's lucky enough

to get shipped out.

Fred...fred?

What's going to happen to me?

I'm going to

get you home.

Fred, I'm going to get you home.

I saw their faces

when you went missing.

I'm going to get you home

to your children.

Can I get him on the next

ship out of port?

Cover him up,

And don't anyone

hear him cry.

We're leaving

for paris, 'tilda.

The station

at the embassy

Needs massive help.

S

needs massive help.

Excuse me?

Can i, can I

trouble you further?

Yes.

Can you...can you take

this note to the embassy

On the chance that

my husband's whereabouts

Become known to the red cross?

My man is missing too.

It's all we can do but try.

I'll get you home, fred.

You'll see your loved ones soon.

You'll be all right, fred.

Here fred, here.

This is the first stage of

the journey home

I'll verify this is the place.

You go ahead,

anne.

We'll be fine.

No, we've not seen hide nor hair

Of that garrison

chap for months.

He requested that we leave

everything as is.

I had my concerns at one point

he was a spy.

He said everything

was paid for.

Oh, yes,

to the letter.

Always six months

in advance.

And we do like those

american greenbacks.

Are you a relative, dear?

Oh, heavens no.

I'm canadian.

I worked with mr. Garrison

in new york.

Not married?

I have a child

And an invalid

officer to support,

If you know of any jobs.

Few jobs these days, with

everyone evacuating the city.

We're on tenterhooks

for this horror to end.

I'm strong

from so much

Physical work

at the front.

And I'm prepared to do

any manual labour,

Even here at the hotel.

Well, per--

Only opportunity

for women these days

Is volunteer work and

such at the red cross.

Thank you.

We hope you'll be comfortable.

Can't promise

anything, madame.

Mr. Wright is on a list

for the earliest

Shipment of vets back to canada

In two months.

Nothing sooner?

Only if you're willing to pay.

She says the children are well.

Not a word about herself.

How is anne?

Doesn't ask about me.

Oh, fred.

Let me help.

Last thing she told me was how

She prayed you two

would have another chance.

have another chance.

She loves you, fred.

It's hard being

cooped up in here

With you typing like a fiend.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize

I was bothering you.

I'm just trying to get these

notes from the front typed up

While they're still fresh

in my mind -- there.

All these months I wish I had it

in me to say goodbye to them.

Maybe I should get out

and get some air.

Probably do us both some good.

Everything's going

to be fine, fred.

I'll get you home.

If they can bear

the sight of me.

Over here, miss.

Missy.

Where is this

mr. Garrison posted?

He's connected to a general

pershing. That's all I know.

We last saw each other

at bar-le-duc.

General pershing is

involved right now

In setting up a telephone

network across france.

Officer garrison

could be anywhere.

If I were to send

a cable to the general?

You can only try.

Baby arrived safely in london.

Not everything worked out.

Contact

As soon as possible.

Await instructions.

All right, we'll see

what we can do.

What's going on?

[ b*mb exploding ]

Nothing...but I think

they're bombing the city.

The zeps are coming.

Everyone, down

to the basement.

Down to the basement, please.

All the way down

to the basement, please.

Everything's under control.

All the way down.

Down to the basement.

That's it, mam.

Thank you, sir.

Mind your step, love.

I hate this stupid old w*r.

When can I go back to sleep?

Soon, soon.

You'll remind him some day

He learned to toddle

while london b*rned.

Ha, ha, wonky

little thing.

Let me out of here.

Fred...fred.

You're all right.

You're safe down here.

You're safe. Come on.

Not to worry, everyone.

Good excuse to clear out

This load of old rubbish.

Can I hold him, madame?

Your baby's not ill, I hope.

Oh, no, no. He's quite fine now.

Just got a little cough.

I only ask because

My husband...he nearly d*ed

at the front from the pneumonia.

He's home on leave soon.

All we can think about's

getting back to canada.

Where in canada?

Halifax.

Ha, ha, no.

I taught in halifax

for five years.

We're from prince edward island,

Just off the coast

of nova scotia.

My dad used to sing

to us about canada.

♪ So farewell to nova scotia,

you sea-bound coast ♪

♪ Let your mountains

dark and dreary be ♪

♪ For when I'm far away

on the briny ocean tossed ♪

♪ Will you ever give

a sigh and a wish for me... ♪

[ Anne reading ]:

"dear mrs. Blythe:"

"We regret to inform you that

the whereabouts of your husband"

"Captain gilbert blythe"

"Are currently unknown."

"We have reason

to believe that the enemy"

"May have captured

captain blythe."

This, um, what does this,

what does this mean?

No one knows conclusively

if he's dead.

When a prisoner of w*r's tags

Are returned

through the red cross,

The prisoner may have

been moved to another camp,

Or simply disappeared.

Someone must know where he went.

He's the head of his division.

I'm very sorry, madame.

Please...he didn't

just cease to exist.

[ Sighing ]

Under the circumstances,

I don't believe they can claim

The individual

as missing in action.

Dr. Blythe, like many

other medical personnel,

May have been captured and

forced to work for the enemy.

He may have come in contact

with certain information

That made him a target --

we just don't know.

What...

In heaven's name?

The findlays asked us

downstairs for tea.

I come back to find this.

Where's dominic?

With the findlay's.

What's going on, anne?

How much do you really know

About jack garrison --

where is he?

I spoke to the dodds. They don't

seem really concerned.

Someone must be watching us.

Diana hasn't been able

to arrange passage.

I'm doing my best.

Just be grateful

You're as safe as you are.

Well, it's possible it may have

been a thief, mrs. Blythe.

But, then again,

nothing was stolen.

Uh...has this ever

happened before?

No, the room has been

sealed for months

At mr. Garrison's request.

Are you sure couldn't

have been officer wright?

You have to admit he's been

acting awfully erratically.

Thank you for looking after

dominic for me.

It's all right.

We had a lovely

afternoon together.

I received some news

today about my husband.

I found out he was

a p.o.w. In germany.

What do you mean, "was."

No one seems to know

what's happened to him.

I'm so sorry.

But I keep thinking...

If he was really dead,

Surely I would know that

in my heart.

I would feel

a terrible...emptiness.

You can understand that?

Can't you, mrs. Findlay?

Shh...i know, I know, anne.

You mustn't give up hope.

Wh-- let go of me! Ahh!

Shh, shh, shh.

It's me. It's jack.

It's jack. Don't be afraid.

Are you ok? You ok?

What are you trying to do?

Scare me half to death?

I have been waiting and waiting.

This is the only safe place

for us to talk.

Where have you been?

I'm sorry it's taken so long.

Colette and I need to meet

So we can make arrangements

for the...

For what?

Colette is dead, jack.

There was a...

The boy?

He's safe.

I tried to contact you.

Where is he?

He's in the apartment.

I can't let anyone

know I'm here.

Help me.

Get me into the apartment.

Someone broke in

to the apartment.

Did you see anyone?

No. Why can't anyone

know that you're here?

Who's watching dominic?

I left him with a friend.

Let's hope it's still here.

Can't you tell me

what you're up to?

I'm involved in something

very important.

I need to make sure

you and dominic are safe.

I know I can trust you

implicitly, anne.

I want to send him

back to canada.

No, no. Don't do that.

My plans have changed now.

Colette and I weren't married.

But dominic...

He's my flesh and blood.

It was never my intention

to get involved with colette.

But I did.

And I loved her.

You better hurry.

I should never have encouragedid

them to come with me.

No, you shouldn't have.

Nor put me

in the middle of this.

Look...

I'm involved

in american government

Underground efforts

to end the w*r.

But I'm being followed.

I need you to stay put

until I can contact you

With arrangements for dominic.

I can't stay here indefinitely.

It won't be for that long.

Anne, you can't tell anyone.

You can't tell the neighbours,

You can't tell any guests

in the hotel, no one

That I've been here.

Where will you go?

I got your last cable

through pershing.

Leave any messages

for me at the embassy.

I got to get out of here.

Did you ever find your husband?

His field unit was captured

at neufchateau.

I plan to go back for him.

You never give up, do you?

No.

Promise to take care of my boy

if anything happens to me.

What's going to happen to you?

Nothing.

Nothing, for the moment.

Just promise me.

I promise.

Join us, anne --

you need a solid breakfast

Before a long day's job hunt.

I'll be fine.

You've been more

than generous.

I insist.

You'll fade away

to nothing, you will.

I'm actually very

hungry, thank you.

I'll get dominic

a sweater.

Can I order for you?

Thank you, fred.

I'm beginning to feel

like we're a married couple.

Let's get some food.

Mrs. Blythe?

My name's fergus keegan.

I'm editor-in-chief of the

london illustrated dispatch.

I was hoping

to introduce myself.

Jack garrison worked for us.

I was wondering if you'd

had contact with him.

No, I'm afraid not.

Are you waiting here

to meet him?

No, i-i knew jack in new york.

And he's just lent my friend

and me his apartment

While we're here in london.

Forgive me --

jack used to feed us reports

Concerning events at the front,

and he is sorely missed.

We were very successful

at selling his stories

To the american papers.

And I was hoping

that he would be

Returning to london.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Excuse me,

but how do you know me?

The hotel manager

mentioned that you

Were staying

in jack's apartment

And that you were

looking for work.

And I may be of some assistance

there. You are a writer?

Yes, I am.

I'm not planning on being

in london for much longer,

But a job would be

very much appreciated.

Yes, well,

I would be only too happy

to meet you at my office,

If you're interested,

and we can discuss any positions

That might be available

at the newspaper.

Here...my card.

Well, thank you very much.

And you will keep us

informed if you receive

Any more information

concerning jack?

We'd be most obliged.

Good day.

Uh, did mr. Keegan have

anything for you, mrs. Blythe?

Yes, he gave me

his card.

Well, he's a good

man, mrs. Blythe.

Mr. Garrison always

spoke so highly of him.

Maybe he can help you

locate your husband.

They have wire services there

And so many fancy new methods

of communication.

Well, thank you for mentioning

it. I was in need of a job.

How do you know him?

So many journalists have

resided here over the years.

It's a close

little circle.

Well, thank you again.

Hello. Mr. Fergus

keegan, please.

Mrs. Blythe,

I am so glad

That you called --

please.

I decided to take you up

on your offer.

But, as I mentioned,

I'll only be staying in london

For a little while longer

before I return to the front.

Well, we do have

a temporary post

That requires prompt placement.

The researcher

to our society columnist,

Maude montrose,

has left her position.

Sounds intriguing.

Would it be possible

for me to utilize any--

Excuse me.

Wages here are one pound,

six shillings a week.

That should be fine.

As I was saying,

I would like to avail myself

Of the information bureau

and the wire service,

If it's not an imposition, sir?

I'd happily pay

out of my own wages.

My secretary will be glad

to introduce you

To any of the journalists

or w*r correspondents

That come in and out

of our wire service bureau.

And, after all, one good turn

always deserves another.

Fergus!

You completely forgot

to specify typing speed.

The ad is exactly

as you requested, my dear.

Meet mrs. Anne blythe.

Miss montrose,

My background

Is mostly editorial -- winfield

publishing house in new york.

I can type 50 words a minute.

Well, we have an agreement.

Please.

You'll be working

as her assistant

But, in reality,

you'll be working for me.

Frankly, mrs. Blythe,

we need someone

To keep an eye on maudie.

She has a large clientele

of socialites,

Many of whom try to express

their own views in her column.

Sometimes her approach

to politics

Is a tad, um, misguided.

Warning me ahead of time

of any sensitive matters

That might crop up in her column

Would save us all

a great deal of trouble.

Oh, please.

I was raised in manhattan.

You're not going to burden me

With some perfidious,

little new york editor.

Now, now.

Don't worry, mrs. Blythe.

She won't bite.

I'll leave you two

to get acquainted.

Well, the job is

a temporary one, anne blythe,

Until I can move faster

on my feet.

Now let me be frank, darling.

My column is the

most widely read

In this boring paper.

I'll do my best.

Any writing to do,

I'm happy to oblige.

My one mundane chore here...

Is a sleepy,

little column called

"Helpful hints

for house and home,"

Buried in the classifieds.

See what ideas

you can dredge up for next week.

Your desk is over there.

I told you I wanted someone

who met my criteria.

Oh, I see.

You just have to hire this one,

don't you, fergus?

Why don't you have her cover

the harrington benefit?

Perhaps she'll do

the world of good.

Hmm.

Gil!

What is "helpful hints" doing

on the cover of this rag?

Selling papers.

Women want to read stories

About other women's

contributions to the w*r effort.

Of course they do.

It was my idea.

Mrs. Blythe has captured the

enthusiasm of legions of women

Who are starting

to protest the w*r.

Look at this:

"Sacrifice and loss"

"Are the burden of women

on the homefront."

"Like the officer who struggles

throughout the trenches,"

"There is never

a moment of release"

"For the loved ones

who wait days and weeks"

"In fear of the report

of their impending loss."

When could you ever

write with such empathy?

Could the french embassy go back

To the red cross

for more information?

I have a contact

there who can

Verify the source

of your letter.

We were to meet at 2:00.

It would be delightful

If you could

put the same

Intensity

into my needs.

Where are today's proofs?

Photos?

The guest list?

Published menu?

Looks delicious.

The advance "at home" listing?

Well, you've forgotten the

catering "who's who" lists...

That was to accompany this.

And you've had time to do

your little helpful hints.

Who's helping who this week?

You mean my report on

british women

Assisting at the front.

Well, your report, yes...

Penned by jack garrison.

I beg your pardon?

You do know

jack garrison, don't you?

Well, I introduced jack

to keegan, darling.

I'm sorry about my column

ending up on the front page...

If that's what's

upsetting you.

A word of advice.

Whatever information jack

is feeding you for that

Sleepy little column

should be b*rned.

What information would jack

be feeding me?

I haven't heard

from him in weeks.

You let jack know

That keegan has been selling

his secret codes

To foreign hands for months.

Um, I'm afraid I don't know

what you're talking about.

She thinks you put my column

on the front page

So jack can feed secret codes

and information through me.

Oh, it all seems

rather preposterous.

Do you think he's a spy?

I...i wouldn't know.

Maude has a

rather overwrought

Imagination -- she's

typically american in that way.

She might say anything

to pretend

That she was in jack's circle.

It's very sad.

She should stick

to what she does best.

She has such a strong following.

But for some people, the other

man's grass is always greener.

Thank you so much

for coming to see me.

Oh, mrs. Blythe,

Have you ever considered

public speaking?

I must attend a local

Salvation army fundraiser.

Your column

has attracted so much

Attention, I'm sure that they'd

Rather hear you than me.

I'd be honoured, mr. Keegan.

Oh, by the way,

how is jack's

Little boy --

I should think jack

Must be most anxious to see him.

He's doing very

well, thank you.

[ Chuckling ]

there's a phone call for you.

You can take it

on the extension.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Jack, where are you?

No, I can't hear you.

I'll meet you in paris, then.

No...no, I don't want to

Keep him here,

I want to send

Him back to canada.

It's absolutely the safest.

It won't be long

before I can

Afford the tickets.

I'm working.

For fergus keegan

at the dispatch.

Fergus keegan.

In the lobby. Why?

Hello.

I'l never forget

this time, anne.

It's beginning to feel like

he belongs to both of us.

I heard from

jack garrison tonight.

He wants me to stay

here till he can

Make arrangements to bring

dominic to france.

Don't be insane.

The findlays have arranged

passage for all of us.

I know, but I can't leave until

I know what's happened to gil..

You never saw what I did.

Next time, you may not get out.

Gil wouldn't want you

to go back and neither do i.

Look, why don't you sleep

in the bed tonight, hmm?

You've got us this far.

And I owe my life to you,

But I think it's time

we all go home.

We're a thrown-together

family, fred.

Maybe this is it.

Maybe you two are

all the family I'll ever know.

But I'm going back

to try and find gil...if I can.

Anne blythe has

skyrocketed to prominence

At our newspaper for her

thought-provoking

And heartfelt attempts

to reach out

To the female population

and get them

To feel something

about this w*r.

Mrs. Anne blythe.

Good afternoon.

I know you all

have loved ones at the front

Fulfilling their duties.

My husband too believed

he had a duty.

And that makes him just like

your husbands, brothers, sons.

They all believe that, even

if they sacrifice their lives,

It wouldn't be in vain.

They could die knowing

They had helped end

this terrible w*r.

I have been to the front.

And there is little

to be proud of now.

There's no glory.

Only horror, loss

and devastation.

Until the women

of the british empire stand up

And openly acknowledge

the suffering,

This w*r may never end.

I say enough is enough.

Our duty

Is to bring our men home.

You caused quite a stir.

I think mr. Keegan's

of the school

That any publicity

is good publicity.

A group smashed up this office

when keegan allowed

A pro-german piece on

the sinking of the lusitania.

I should use the side door

regularly if I were you.

Thanks for the information

about the german camps.

British medical personel are

often kept in isolation.

Big shortage of doctors.

Perhaps the same thing

happened to your husband.

Missing something,

miss montrose?

I warned you that this position

was only temporary, mrs. Blythe.

I no longer require

your assistance.

Mr. Keegan can employ you

if you decide to stay.

I'll finish my assignment

this afternoon.

Clean out my desk.

there are things

Going on outside

that we have

No control over.

Don't play into

keegan's hands.

I only want

to help jack.

What does this

have to do with jack?

Oh, come now.

He's been springing prisoners,

gathering information

Before the yanks even

stepped into france.

He truly believes that

the americans can end the w*r.

And so do i.

Jack could expose keegan

as a traitor,

But jack doesn't want to tip

his hand just yet.

Who wrote this?

Jack did.

I managed to alert him --

jack's changed the codes --

And he's feeding his information

to american papers

Through the gazette.

Anne, I have important news.

Please come in.

Yes, mr. Keegan?

Sit down.

Maude has left the dispatch.

Would you ever consider

taking over her column?

Oh.

She told me

she didn't need me any more.

She never mentioned

anything about quitting.

Well, that's maude,

always trying to pretend

She has the last word.

We had 10 years together.

It was time.

I very much appreciate the

opportunity you've proposed,

But I've made up my mind today

that I'm returning

To canada with my friends.

You're not giving up

on your husband surely.

I hear the boys in the office

were most helpful.

No, I'm not giving up, but i...

I figure if all the rumours

Are true, that the w*r

will end soon,

Maybe he will be released.

What about jack's whereabouts --

I noticed he had

A piece in the gazette

about the armistice.

He never did contact me.

Thank you again

for the opportunity.

I've learned a great deal here.

Yes, I'm sure you have.

Tell me, will you be taking

jack's baby with you?

Yes, I think

that would be safest.

Mmm.

Well, good luck, mrs. Blythe.

We will miss you.

Goodbye.

Thank you, ma'am.

Anne, you're finally here.

This is my husband, george.

How do you do,

mrs. Blythe?

It's a pleasure

to finally meet you.

My wife has spoken of your

determination and courage.

Not today, I'm afraid.

He has everything secured

To leave on tuesday.

Will you join us

in the sitting room?

Yes, that would be lovely.

I'll just clean dominic up

And I'll be right down.

Hello. I missed you today.

Yes...

That's a dirty face.

[ Gasping ]

I've spoken to jack.

We need to discuss travel

arrangements for dominic

And for your husband.

This is miss montrose

from the dispatch

How do you do?

The findlays wanted

to play a game of bridge.

I came up to get the cards.

Would you care

to join us downstairs

For a drink, miss montrose?

I'm afraid that I can't

Intrude, mrs. Blythe.

I'll wait for you outside.

Fred, could you

please take domenic

For a moment while

I see miss montrose out?

The findlays

are really hoping

You'll be joining us.

Fred, I'll only be a moment.

What do you mean make

travel arrangements

"For my husband", where is he?

I haven't much time.

We can speak over here.

Why did you leave the paper?

I want to get home to the u.s.

I've had enough

of london society.

Where is my husband?

Jack has contacted me

and he's explained everything.

He thinks he's found

a connection in germany.

[ Jack ]: maude is a pal.

Bring dominic to me.

I can get you to your husband.

You could be making this up.

You can't take that chance.

Who are you really?

I'm one of a group

of loyal americans

Committed to bringing

about peace.

I don't understand.

What do you want from me?

Our efforts

require your help.

The garrisons own

a chateau in belgium.

Kit garrison, jack's aunt,

Runs a local hospice

and orphanage there.

Now, jack thinks that the w*r

is just about to end.

The child will be

perfectly safe there.

And I will obtain

the proper papers

For you to travel to liege.

Kit garrison

has certain valuables

That have to be brought across,

But she's too well-known

with the enemy authorities.

Now, these valuables can be used

To buy medical supplies

on the black market,

And also assist jack in bribing

Certain important people

behind the lines.

Now, if you return

with the valuables,

They can be safely carried in--

If?

...once you're there.

Jack's connections will help you

find your husband.

None of us are safe right now.

I know that.

Well, the train leaves at

noon tomorrow for portsmouth.

Tomorrow?

You do want to return

the boy, don't you?

Yes, of course I do.

W-why do you

think I wouldn't?

Well, when you first

came to my office,

I didn't know what

you were up to.

You're a good

little poker player.

It's been a lovely visit.

Mon be.

[ Colette ]: promettez-moi.

Z-moi.

[ Anne ]: I promise.

You'll be safe.

You seem like

You're running away.

I'm going back to france.

There's a chance I can find gil.

What's wrong, anne?

Don't tell the dodds about

my leaving. Promise me, fred.

Why are you

being so elusive?

What am I going to

tell the findlays?

They bought our ticket.

Driver.

Anne, if you're in some kind

of trouble, let us help.

No, it's nothing. Don't worry.

Thank you for being so good

to us. I'll never forget you.

Guard him with your life, fred.

You talk like we'll

not see you again.

You'll see me in a couple--

You can't run off like this.

Mrs. Findlay, take the baby.

Be shouldn't be here.

Waterloo station, driver.

Hurry, my love.

Oh, look at the soldiers.

[ Clamouring ]

Clamouring ]

Garrison is involved

in this, isn't he?

You have no idea

The kind of danger

you could be walking into.

Please, fred.

Say goodbye and go.

Go!

Ha, ha, mrs. Blythe.

I came to say goodbye.

We must be brief.

Keegan may have followed me.

I'm sorry we're unable

to travel together.

I'm on my way to new york.

Well, thank you so much

For seeing me off.

Officer wright came

to say goodbye too.

I've taken the liberty

of switching your tickets

To first class, thinking

you might find it

More comfortable

to travel with the child.

I'm glad that you haven't

changed your mind.

No, I haven't.

But officer wright is taking

dominic back to canada.

Make sure you check

your tickets before boarding.

And please give my regards

to mr. Keegan

If you two should meet.

I will.

What was that about?

Oh, come.

Fred, I have no time.

Please, go, before

there's any trouble.

And don't ever let him

out of your sight. Promise me.

What kind of trouble?

You just go straight down there.

Your first left.

[ Maude ]: here's a locker key

for portsmouth.

Open it once you arrive.

as a traitor

To british intelligence, but

doesn't want to tip his hand.

Don't dare send

dominic to canada.

Keegan will stop at nothing

to protect himself,

Even if it means

taking jack's child.

Excuse me, excuse me, please.

Fred...i have to take him.

Anne, what are you doing?

I have to take him with me.

Anne, you're not thinking clear.

Fred, let him go.

I can't explain.

Please forgive me.

I'm going to miss my train.

Anne...

Hold on, son, hold

on. Stand back.

Passengers only,

Anne!

Shall I hold your little boy?

Uh, no,

thank you.

Portsmouth, portsmouth.

Newspaper here!

Get your newspaper!

Newspaper!

Come and get it!

Do you need a hand, madam?

Come and get your paper!

[ Jack ]: don't take a chance

On wearing this nun's habit yet.

Wait until you're

off the boat in france.

Tickets and directions to

the manoir de bonne esperance

In belgium are enclosed.

I'm trusting you

to get my boy back.

Passeport, madame.

Non, desole. Il est interdit

aux femmes de voyager.

All foreigner women must

be registered for travel.

No good. Very sorry.

But...

Jeez, those honest-to-god

American girls look

so great to me.

You know what? These godforsaken

uniforms are driving me nuts.

You're telling me.

Remember when I had

silk stockings?

You know where

it's gone now?

Mud.

And more mud.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but

notice you're from stateside.

Are you with the ywca?

Ha, ha, ha,

oh, god...

We're actresses.

We're under contract.

For the boys.

We're heading to the front --

the french m*llitary --

Won't let any more women than

necessary into the danger zone,

So we're stuck

wearing these duds.

I threatened to turn

all of france

Into a danger zone if they

Kept us from our

duty any longer.

Uh, are you registered

to travel across the front?

Actually, we spent the last

eight days stuck in paris

Trying to explain

to the government

Why we're exempt

from all these bloody rules.

Yeah, we got our

registration papers.

Why, where are you going?

I'm going to brussels,

And to liege, hopefully,

If I can get through.

Why don't you stick with us?

We can get you in.

Yeah, we'd love a challenge.

Get her a different get-up.

Maybe the red cross

or sally anne.

Uh...no, it's

all right, thank you.

Vos permits, s'il vous plait.

Allez-y.

Hey.

Who'd you knock off to get

your hands on that get-up?

[ Laughing ]

♪

No, I do imitations.

I dance a little.

I tell stories.

You know, like

this big baldwin locomotive

Pulls up into the shed

with 4,000 yanks.

I jumps up on the platform,

Doing a handspring

to boot, no less.

"Hey, boys, are we downhearted?"

I yells.

And I hear this ear-splitting,

"hell no!"

Ha, ha, I tell you...

It is the biggest show on earth.

This w*r has got me

Hook, line and sinker.

Never knowing which song's

your last kind of spurs you on.

I envy you.

What are you

talking about?

You're acting your

blessed heart out right now.

You bring happiness

into people's lives.

Happiness, oh, jeez.

Have another nip there,

sister anne. Ha, ha...

I don't even know

who the devil I am any more.

We've all been swept up

in some tidal wave...

Keeping on the surface

for fear we'll drown.

And you do drown.

Along comes some 19-year-old

jimmy something or other,

Huh, from tulamassoo, idaho,

to pay a call

And tell you about

his latest loves.

Oh, and he vows nobody

can hold a candle to you.

Then, psst, gone.

k*lled before the same hour

the next day.

Sometimes, i, i,

I can't stop bawling.

I only manage to keep

singing my songs

By looking over their heads

and not into their faces.

Yeah, well, she's got a b*llet

From every guy

she ever fell for.

Yeah, ha, ha...there ain't

a blank one in the bunch.

Look, I keep them alive in here.

[ Banging ]

What was that?

Salut.

Vous avez vu-- l'enfant?

Dans ce

compartiment.

Compartiment.

Ah bon.

Mesdames.

Allez, passeports.

Allez, allez, vos papiers.

Vos papiers.

All right, all right,

here.

Here, here.

Here...sorry.

Et le bebe?

Le bebe?

C'est un orphelin.

Busch, euh, busch, euh...

C'est un nom allemand ca.

Espion allemand

peut-etre, hein? Allemd

Hein?

German? I'm yankee doodle.

Busch? Can you believe he thinks

I'm sone kind of german beer.

C'est quoi ca?

Imposteur

anglais, hein?

Non.

Hey! What are you doing?

Give me the baby!

Ahh!

Anne, anne!

Hey, what are you doing?

Dominic...

Where's dominic.

They threw mag

in the clink, the jerks.

With her bloody name and these

blasted german-coloured uniforms

And your accent, they think

we're a bunch of spies.

They're going to

k*ll us at dawn.

That's why they've

taken the kid away.

Forget it. The doors are barred.

They're going to do

no such thing.

What are you doing?

How fast can you dig?

Come on, come on, dig.

Dig faster.

I don't know...not sure yet.

Fill it with coal. Hurry!

Give me your shells.

No, no, not my boys.

I just want the gunpowder.

You can keep the shells.

Not my boys.

All right, here.

Look, at this point,

it's their way of saying thanks.

Here.

Got a match?

Yeah. Sure.

And your flask

while you're at it.

Oh, jeez...whiskey

doesn't work

Unless you're

having a good time.

Ok, ok, stand back.

Elsie, run

for the woods.

No, I can't go without maggie.

Don't worry about us.

You just keep on treading water.

Go, go, go.

Mais ou va-t-elle

avec cet enfant?

Ou allez-vous?

Les autres, par ici!

Vers la gauche, tout le monde.

He, tout le monde.

C'est ca, c'est ca.

Et c'est bien.

Viens, mon viuex.

Voila, voila.

Comme-ci, comme-ca, voila.

Je cherche une petite soeur,

euh, avec bebe.te soeur,

Je suis desole.

Je ne l'ai

pas vue.

Non, non,

je suis desole.

You're sorry.

Arretez...arretez!

Arretez!

Je cherche le manoir

de bonne esperance. Manoir

Le chateau de...

Madame kit garrison. De...

Son.

Oui, on y va au manoir.

Venez, ma soeur.

Merci, merci.

Qu'est-ce qui se passe?

Merci.

Why didn't you wait

at the station?

Trust you to find your own way.

Let me see your face.

Dominic...my boy.

My boy.

Yeah.

We made it.

I think

we made it.

You've done something more

important than you can imagine.

You're very brave, anne.

Very, very brave.

Anne shirley, my dear, you've

never looked saintlier. Never.

And you've brought

our dominic home.

Are...are we s-safe?

Are we s-safe?

Well, they've k*lled

the animals,

Bayonetted the furniture

And poured 200 pots of jam

into my grand piano,

But this w*r is over.

The kaiser abdicated.

The w*r's going to end.

And dominic will be very

safe here with aunt kit.

Oh, let's get you all inside.

Welcome to one of my father's

many extravagances:

An impossibly large

chateau in the middle

Of no-man's-land

for summer holidays.

This is where

the children play

After lessons

and before bed.

This is regine

and this is dominic.

Will you take him

under your wing?

He's going to stay

for a while with us.

He reminds me

of colette.

Anne, you look as if you've been

dragged through the mud.

Let someone look after

you for a change.

Each of these will save hundreds

of lives with medical supplies,

What otherwise be impossible

to procure now...

And assist jack to bring

this blessed w*r to an end.

You needn't worry about

this young fellow any more.

He's safe here. Bye-bye.

As long as I live.

Bye.

Wave, dominic, wave.

I never thought it was

going to feel like this...

Giving him up for good.

Don't worry.

You'll see dominic again.

I kept thinking about gil,

And all the reasons

why I came here.

I don't want to go into germany,

if he doesn't exist.

Please, tell me the truth, jack.

Truth?

Open my bag.

Why?

Open the bag.

Look in the file.

Not that one; the other one.

See the signature?

Where? Where?

Here?

What?

Where did you get this?

I sprang a p.o.w.

A couple of months ago.

Found a medical

certificate in his gear.

A month ago?

Unfortunately, the little group

I'm with has its work cut out..

We're assigned to bribe certain

german officials into a meeting

In france, so the allies

can conclude an armistice.

I have every intention of doing

Whatever I can

to help you, anne.

Move it!

Move! Move it!

Keep going.

Move!

Don't stop!

What are they doing?

The city is under siege.

German troops have walked

away from the front with

Their coats rotting

on their backs.

They're looting because no one

could stop them, because they're

Afraid not of the allies,

but of the communists.

I have a contact in

here that can help us.

Come on.

There were no other records

of any canadian or american

Dr. Blythes in any of

the hospitals or camps.

Maybe he was moved.

You showed me the paper.

You told me you had contacts.

You let me put your

own son in danger.

I'm trying to help

legions of others.

Don't you want

to be part

Of this now?

I came here for one reason,

and one reason only.

I'm not leaving

until I have turned up

Every single

floorboard to find out

about my husband.

We convene at the station

at 1600 hours.

If I have to scour every

barracks in this city...

I'll keep on trying.

Do you see him?

In a day these men will be free.

They'll be walking away

because these germans

Can't be bothered keeping them.

British troops are already being

released all over the city.

He was here.

His name...his name is here.

It's dated october.

Yes, he was here

for several months.

Well, what did she say?

Every day, the germans brought

him here from the camp to work.

Then one day,

they took him away.

He never came back.

Where did she say they took him?

Anne, they don't ask questions.

Did she say he was dead?

I need proof.

Do you keep a record

of people dying

Anne, this is anarchy.

There's no authorities here

to make out a certificate.

He might have got away.

And if he didn't?

I said something to you

a long time ago.

I meant it.

We can take dominic.

We can go back to

the u.s. Of a.

We can be a family.

The german delegation are

to be taken by train

To lacapelle and meet

at the villa paques.

Then I will drive them

to the chimay...

[ Speaking german ]

...lacapelle road, where

they will present themselves.

Hello, my boys!

Hello, boys!

My favourites.

What a cheerful bunch.

We're here.

They're fighting.

I think we should

sing a song.

All right. We're

going to sing

A song for you, boys.

After that, marechal foch

has arranged they be escorted

By security train to a secluded

spot in the compiegne forest.

The isolation

should hide them

From any rebel aircraft.

President wilson wants our unit

to be part of the delegation...

♪ No such... ♪

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Sing a song.

[ Vocalizing ]

♪ Boom-ta-rah-rah-boom-dee-yay ♪

♪ Ta-rah-rah-boom-dee-yay ♪

Ahhh!

Look, who is here!

You're safe!

Safe!

You made it.

Oh!

What are you doing here?

You doing here?

We're now the villainous

vamping lady spies.

Those french soldiers were so

convinced we were germans,

They shipped us

across the border.

Now the germans are

convinced it's over.

So we're having a ball.

We're doing way

better, by george.

This place is better

than no-man's-land.

Hey, where's the little kid?

Why don't you come

and sing a song with us?

Oh, yes.

Come on! You can do it!

No, you can't say no to us.

We won't let you.

[ ♪♪ ]

Come on, look into their

faces now, come on.

You know the rules.

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

Sing.

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

Don't be shy, come on.

♪ Let me hear you whisper ♪

♪ That you love me too ♪

♪ Keep your love light shining ♪

♪ In your eyes so true ♪

You sing.

Come on, anne.

♪ Let me ♪

♪ Call you sweetheart ♪

Wonderful!

♪ Let me be... ♪

Oh, my love.

My love...my love.

Tell me I'm not dreaming.

Officer blythe.

Gil, you remember jack garrison.

He's helped me look for you.

We must move quickly.

There's going to be a truce.

Jack and his friends

are with allied forces.

They'll get us out

very quickly.

We don't have much time.

We'll see what we can do.

My associate and I are to escort

You and your delegation

to the eastern front.

I expect you'll find it

tough to pick up

Where you left off from...

Especially after

All the inhumanity you've seen

We'll take it

one step at a time.

I bribed an attendant

With the watch

you gave me, gil.

It's never been put

to better use.

What were you two

Oh, just what fine men we've met

who have sacrificed so much.

Gil...

Jack, will you have some tea?

No, I need to find saunders.

You know that every day...

I would pick

A different memory I had of you,

And I would play it over and

over and over again in my mind

Until every detail...every hair,

Every freckle...

Every part of you was

exactly as I remembered.

You need to rest now.

You want to take

the safe road home, anne.

I think the road

with you would

Only last so long, jack.

Without you, I'd never have

my son, anne.

The road I began with gil

Is forever.

I'll never forget

what you've done for me.

I have a dream--

We all have unfulfilled dreams.

I gave...up dominic...

I'll always think of him

as our son.

I'm sorry to wake you.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Jack, jack.

Who did this to you?

You're beautiful.

What's happened?

What goes around comes

around with outlaws.

Keegan must be really scared.

Don't move.

Gil, gil, gil!

Oh, god.

Whoever did this is going

to try get off the train.

If we get him off

this train now,

He's going to bleed to death.

You're going to be all right.

Whatever happens to me...

Take care of my son.

Keep holding this,

and I'll go for help.

It'll be all right.

What's happening?

Is the town under att*ck?

No more att*cks today,

monsieur, or any other day.

It's all over. C'est fini.

What we've all been praying for.

The armistice was

signed at compiegne.

What's all this

sh**ting for, then?

All the old ammunitions.

Ils sont fous.

Ils sont fatigues.nt fous.

I can't believe jack never

lived to see the armistice.

He knew.

Please, help me find dominic.

Dominic?

What's the matter?

Dominic.

Where can he be?

A child just

doesn't disappear

Into thin air.

You said yourself his aunt

was looking after him.

What if something

happened to her?

For all we know, they could be

On the way back

to new york by now.

Gil, when I was in london,

I made a promise.

I told jack, if anything ever

Happened to him, I would

Look after his son.

We'll have to do everything

in our power to find him, then.

That's my promise to you.

Are you going to tell them

when we get back?

I'm ready now, gil.

Living here this past year

with fred and diana

Has made me realize how

much things have changed.

Well, a lawyer promised

he'd bring all the papers.

Whoa!

Mrs. Blythe.

What glorious countryside.

He's with the

stationmaster.

My wife's worried

he won't recognize her.

I have all the documents.

It seems that

Ms. Garrison suffered

heart failure

On her return to new york.

The next of kin

don't want the boy.

I'd never forget you.

I got you back.

You came back to me.

I love you.

Whoa.

You promised

you'd bring him home.

Look, oh, this must be dominic.

Oh, he's beautiful.

It's official. We signed

the adoption papers today.

Oh, we have good news.

We looked at a house

in town this morning.

I think we've more than

overstayed our welcome.

Well, actually...

We won't spend

the rest of the year here.

What do you mean?

Gil and I talked about it,

And we decided that

we want you and fred

To keep green gables for good.

I'm going to be taking over

doc stuart's medical practice

In glen st. Mary,

and we drive over

To look at a new house tomorrow.

Oh...you can't give

this place up.

There isn't anyone who

Would appreciate

it more than you.

We'll come back to visit.

We want to start over.

I don't know what to say.

Our children will be kindred

spirits for life.

Green gables will always be here

this way in my heart.

It's never looked

so peaceful.

Just the way it was when

I first came here as a child.

What do you think, dominic?

We have to make a new life...

But built on all the old

foundations.

We'll build a good home

And raise a family...

With lots of scope

For the imagination.

Oh, how I loved it here, gil.

But green gables will

always be a part of me.

Come on gil, let's show him

all our old haunts.