01x05 - Tightly Knotted to a Similar String

[bunniefuu]

- [children shouting]
- Too easy!

Spell "amorous."

Amorous.

A-M-O-R-U...

Ah... wrong!

- [children exclaiming]
- Sit down.

Spell "gorgeous."

G-O-R-G-I...

Argh! Sit down, you butcher of beauty.

[cheering]

Ostracize?

- Go, Gilbert!
- O-S-T...

R-A-C-I-Z-E.

- That would seem to be correct.
- [cheering]

- Haughty.
- H-A-U-G-H-T-Y.

- Callous.
- C-A-L-L-O-U-S.

- [cheering]
- You can do it, Anne!

- Penitent.
- P-E-N...

I-T-E-N-T.

[cheering]

Intentions.

I-N-T...

E-N-T-I-O-N-S.

[cheering]

Persevere.

P-E-R-S-E-V-E-R-E.

[cheering]

- Engagement.
- E-N-G...

A-G... M...

- That is incorrect.
- [cheering]

The spelling, not the sentiment.

- [applause and cheering]
- Anne, you won!

Congratulations, Anne.

I should've added an E.

Anne, are you feeling all right?

[theme music]
♪ First thing we climb a tree ♪

♪ And maybe then we'd talk ♪

♪ Or sit silently ♪

♪ And listen to our thoughts ♪

♪ With illusions of someday ♪

♪ Casting a golden light ♪

♪ No dress rehearsal ♪

♪ This is our life ♪

♪ You are ahead by a century ♪

♪ You are ahead by a century ♪

[gasping]

[panting]

Anne?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I disturbed you!

I'm so very sorry you
bet on the wrong horse!

Whatever do you mean?

I never got to wear puff sleeves!

What are you doing there?

If you want to send me to the hospital

for the remainder of my days,
I will completely understand!

You're not dying.

Will you please plant some
pink roses on my grave?

Anne, you are not dying.

You're in your...
womanly flowering time,

and it's perfectly normal.

But I'm not ready to be a woman!

Well, it's God's plan
and that's the way of it.

Oh, there's been some kind of mistake.

There is no way God
would think that it's time

for me to be a woman!

Now, now, let's get you sorted out.

You'll need some cotton cloths
to pin to your undergarments...

- This can't be happening.
- And after,

they'll need to be washed in
cold water first, and then hot.

Oh, do you have to deal with this, too?

I did. For many years.

Years?!

Your cycle is just a
few days every month...

Every month?! But why?!
Why is this happening now?!

Everything was fine
the way it was for once!

- Matthew, out!
- Anne, what's wrong?

Everything!

I said out!

I... uh,

yes... barn...

- This is a waking nightmare.
- Anne...

calm yourself. My
word, you're hysterical.

[Anne sobbing] I hate this.

I hate this. I hate this!

There now.

[sobbing]

Perhaps you should stay
home from school today.

What?! No, no, no! I
can't lose time, Marilla!

There's no reason why you...

No, I need to keep
up my academic record!

I just caught up with Gil...
with the rest of the class!

Whatever you want,
Anne. Whatever you want.

[groaning]

[man]: Thank you. [coughing]

Mrs. Kincannon will be here shortly.

I'm fine. You go on to school, son.

And, um, I'll be home
straight after school.

All right. Thank you, son.

[wheezing]

[soft, dramatic music]

Well, good morning, Mrs. Kincannon.

Gilbert, you're late for school.

I promise I'll get your
wages next week at the bank.

No worries. I know where you live.

It was like something
out of Shakespeare.

Yet she insisted on going to school?

Mercifully, yes.

But poor Matthew had fled
the house well before then.

You may not see him for a week.

If you see a suspicious
character foraging in your garden,

- please feed him some supper.
- [Rachel chuckling]

Oh, God. I don't miss it.

I'll say it out loud:

I'd rather be pregnant
than menstruating.

That explains all the children.

[laughter]

[children laughing]

Shhh. Not so loud.

I got mine three months ago
and I feel extremely mature.

- You seem mature.
- You do.

I think the boys take
me more seriously, too.

But they can't tell.

Can they can tell? That would be awful.

Not tell per se.

But I'm not a little girl anymore,

and I believe that's noticeable.

My bosoms are growing.

Yet another reason why
this is inexplicable.

I got mine last year.

- Me, too.
- Really?

My father has started
opening the door for me.

It's sweet.

I can't wait until I
can wear my hair up.

[sniffling]

Ruby, what's wrong?

I'm not a woman! Why don't I have it?!

Trust me, if I could
give you mine, I would.

This is so inconvenient!

- Hush, Anne!
- Keep your voice down.

No one's supposed to know.

A woman's cycle is a shameful thing.

Why?

It's "unmentionable", that's why.

That's not a reason.

Why don't you ever understand anything?

Marilla said it's God's plan,
so doesn't that make it good?

I mean, we can make a whole person.

Where's the shame in that?

Am I the only one who
thinks she's out of her mind?

It's a secret, Anne.
That's just the way it is.

Do boys have to contend
with anything like this?

Boys have their own problems.

Why are they doing that?

[grunting]

There's a question for the ages.

When I get mine, I
stay home from school,

because I don't want
to have an "accident."

- Accident?
- There was a girl a few years ago

who bled right through
the back of her dress.

Oh, I would die of mortification.

The teacher called her
up to the blackboard

and everybody saw.

I would just die.

Which districts comprise the Prairies?

Gilbert.

Um...

the districts of Athabasca, Alberta,

Saskatchewan and Assiniboia.

- He's so smart.
- Now that is a clever student.

Anne.

Which provinces comprise
the Atlantic Maritimes?

I'm sorry, what was the question?

Could you not hear me?

[loudly]: Was I not
speaking loudly enough?

I'm sorry, I just...

The Atlantic Maritimes!

Sometime today.

Worst. Day. Ever.

"Nice boys never say
people eat insects."

- I beg your pardon?
- It's a mnemonic device.

It helps you remember things.

That's, uh, the Maritimes:

New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.

Nice boys...

Diana, could you please tell Gilbert
Blythe that I don't need his help?

Why don't you just tell me
yourself? I'm right here.

I suppose I just did.

Mnemonics is spelled with an M.

Not that you need my help or anything.

Have a good weekend. [chuckling]

You, too.

Sorry.

[Anne sighing]

Afternoon, Anne.

Yes, I'm aware that it's the afternoon.

- I beg your pardon?
- Why doesn't anyone say what they mean?

How about: Oh, hello, are you still
having the world's lousiest day?

Why, yes, thank you, I am!

I'll thank you to mind your manners.

What does that even mean?!

Did you have a chance to
talk things over with Diana?

I talk to Diana every
day, so obviously I did!

Argh!

[sighing]

Please, finish your milk, Anne.

Nothing appeals to me, Marilla.

I don't feel very well.

Since it's Saturday,
would it be all right

if I go back to bed for a little while?

Yes, that's fine.

I'll be leaving for Rachel's soon.

Growing up is certainly a trial by fire.

Since you are indeed growing up,

if you'd like to invite
Diana for tea today, you may.

Tea?! With Diana as my guest?!

- Only if you're up to it.
- Oh, Marilla!

You are able to imagine
things after all,

or else you'd never have understood

how I've longed for this very thing.

A grown-up tea is one of my
highest ideals of earthly bliss!

Oh...

But I have nothing to wear!

You have two perfectly good dresses.

They won't do for tea without
puff sleeves! Matthew, tell her!

She's been dreaming of
those since the day we met.

Since well before! Could you add
puff sleeves to my grey dress?

I've never heard such foolishness.

But it wouldn't take too
long. Please, Marilla, please?

- I'm the only girl without them!
- Do you want tea today or not?

I do.

I do! I'm sorry. I'll
try to stop longing

for things I can never have.
I promise I'll try harder.

You can open this little yellow
crock of cherry preserves,

and you can cut some fruitcake and
have some of the cookies and snaps.

I can just imagine pouring out the tea

and asking Diana if she takes sugar.

I know she doesn't, of course,

but I'll ask her just
as if I didn't know.

- May we sit in the parlour?
- You may.

And you may have some of the
raspberry cordial, as well.

Oh, thank you! I must get
dressed and run and ask Diana!

It might turn out that I like
being a grownup after all!

Don't overexert yourself.

Oh! Matthew!

Oh, there, uh, seemed
to be a... a draft.

I'm having Diana to tea! [giggling]

I'm having Diana to tea! To tea, tea!

[humming]

I'll be gone most of the day.

- What would you like me to do?
- Whatever needs doing.

You let Miss Cuthbert
know... I've gone to Carmody.

- Head out to the gate.
- Yes, sir.

[horse nickering]

[sighing] Don't these
just look scrumptious.

Would you care for some sugar?

I'm ever so delighted
that you could attend.

Must be Saturday.

Nice to have you here, son.

Will you... read my favourite?

[Gilbert]: "Afoot and lighthearted

I take to the open road.

Healthy, free,

the world before me,

the long brown path before me

leading wherever I choose."

Good day, sir. May I assist you?

No. No, uh, no.

Well, I...

Not now.

[bells dinging]

- Mr. Cuthbert, isn't it? Ah!
- Yes.

We haven't seen you for a while.

What can we get for you today?

We've got a special
price on winter boots.

- Big selection. Come in, come in.
- Well, I, uh...

Won't you please come in?

May I take your hat and coat?

Why, thank you.

I trust your family is well?

Quite well, thank you kindly.

Your table is exquisite!

How nice of you to say.

Won't you please sit down whilst I set

the tea to steep and fetch the cordial?

There are ever so many responsibilities
when one is hosting company.

Raspberry cordial,

where are you?

[muttering]

[background chatter]

[bells dinging]

You're back.

Surely there's something
I can help you with.

Yes. I...

- Would you like to look at dress styles?
- I, uh, I...

We have ever so many to choose from.

We make all the latest fashions just
as if they're straight from Paris.

[stammering]

Matthew Cuthbert, as I live and breathe.

Uh, Jeannie?

And we very much hope it won't
be a harsh winter this year.

Winter can indeed be savage.

Please, allow me.

You're too kind.

I love bright-red drinks, don't you?

They taste twice as
good as any other colour.

Je vous remercie de vos belles manières.

That's French!

You speak French?!

Oui, je parle français, couramment.

Could there be anything more perfect

than you speaking a romance language?

My two favorite things
together. [giggling]

Mother plans to send me to
finishing school in France.

Really? Will you take me
with you? You have to take me!

Si vous m'en versez un peu plus.

- Oui...
- [laughter]

This cordial seems to
be a different cordial

from the cordial we toasted
with when I became a Cuthbert,

but I believe I like it better.

I could drink this for
the rest of my life.

I'm going to make... a proclamation.

[laughter]

I've decided...

that I love...

being a woman.

There is so much to look forward to

when we're even older!

- Bosoms!!
- [laughter]

- We get to wear corsets.
- Because we'll have bosoms!

[laughter]

Isn't it wonderful how
we agree on everything?

Isn't it wonderful to be so grown up?

- Oh, no.
- Hmm?

I forgot the tea.

- [laughter]
- You haven't told me her name.

It's Anne.

- With an E.
- Lovely.

What does she look like?

Well, uh... her hair is red.

She doesn't care for it,

but I think it's just fine.

Does she have a favorite colour?

Oh, um, I couldn't say
that... for certain.

But... she loves trees
and flowers and such.

She's got a lot of
romantic notions about life.

So maybe something with a
little flounce? Ruffles perhaps?

And she's got a longing for
a certain type of sleeve.

With, um...

...with air... on the sides...

Puff sleeves?

De rigueur.

Oh, and, uh, I...

I brought this...

- Oh.
- Sorry, that's...

That's for the... the boots.

So this is her size...

with a little room for growing.

I can see why she's longing
for the latest fashions.

Marilla was always a
very practical person.

I'll use this as a pattern for the size,

but everything else will be au courant.

Vivienne?

Please take down these measurements.

Thank you, dear.

I'm not worried about the cost.

Just as long as she likes it.

This dress will be her dream come true.

And I'll give you the
"old friend" discount.

That's, uh...

That's very kind of you, Jeannie.

Matthew...

would you like to stay for tea?

It will be a few minutes
to measure the dress.

Oh, I... I don't know.

I live right upstairs,
just above the shop.

I'd hate to see you
ride all the way back

to Avonlea without fortification.

All right, then. Much obliged.

[giggling]

Ready?

One...

two...

[both]: Three!!

She's a real bright little thing.

She talks a mile a minute.

Always something interesting to say.

So you barely have to say
a word. Must be heaven.

[both chuckling]

But you make yourself known.

You once left a little
something on my desk at school.

Did I?

You don't remember?

[children's voices echoing]

[indistinct chatter]

Jeannie, will you teach me that
pretty cross-stitch after school?

It's called a feather
stitch. And of course I will.

Anyone else would've made
a show of giving it to me.

You knew I collected buttons.

I told you when you
walked me home that time.

It wasn't long after...

that you left school.

I was worried about you.

We were all so sorry when
your brother passed away.

Um...

Yeah. I'd best be on my way.

Of course.

Uh... Anne...

Anne's dress should be
ready in about a week.

Very kind of you, Jeannie.

It was, uh... It was good to see you.

I... I look forward to seeing you then.

[sighing]

[sighing] This will feed a small army.

So this should be just
enough for my extended family.

How ever did you ever
manage to have ten children?

You were expecting for
at least two decades.

Don't remind me.

Oh, hello, dear.

Hello.

- I hope you're not begging tea.
- No, no. I was just, uh...

Because we're up to our
britches, aren't we, Marilla?

Would you like a little lick?

Ooh, I could fancy that, yes.

Mm.

[chuckling]

Off you go. Fend for yourself.

[husband humming]

At this point, it's all
about managing expectations.

You know, I could do with a spot
of tea now that it's come up. You?

Please. I need a little bracing.

How do suppose Anne is faring
with her grownup ladies' tea?

I'm sure it's a very dignified affair.

[Rachel laughing]

[music]

Jerry, hurry and hitch up the buggy,

or I shall be late for the ball!

[laughter]

Jerry, fetch me some rose water
before I have a fainting spell!

- [laughter]
- [waltz music]

[exclamations]

[laughter]

[singing out of tune]:
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪

- ♪ Wake unto me. ♪
- ♪ Dream... ♪

♪ Starlight and dewdrops
are waiting for thee ♪

♪ Sounds of the rude
world heard in the day ♪

♪ Lulled by the moonlight
have all passed away ♪

[laughter]

Mother!

As you can see, this
is a disgraceful scene.

My word, Anne,

you certainly have a genius
for getting into trouble.

I didn't even know I had any
currant wine left in the house.

I can't imagine why you
had any in the first place.

It was for medicinal purposes.

But when the minister disapproved,

I threw the remainder away long ago.

Or so I thought.

Your... charge...

is a bad influence on my daughter.

Anne made an honest
mistake. I'm to blame.

This is the last time my Diana
will ever set foot in your house.

Please, Mrs. Barry, I didn't
mean to set Diana drunk!

You are not a fit little girl
for Diana to associate with.

But it wasn't on purpose!

Moreover, the girls are not
to sit together at school.

They are not to
fraternize in any manner...

at any time.

I don't disagree that the girls

should be punished for
all that has transpired.

Might I suggest a duration of two weeks?

I must preserve my Diana
from the contaminations

of further intimacy with such a child!

My judgment is final!

- Come along, Diana.
- Please, Mrs. Barry, please!

- Diana, come along!
- Please, Mother, please!

Out!

[crying]

[sobbing]

[owl hooting]

[Marilla sighing]
It's been a trying day.

What on earth possessed
you to buy all those boots?

That was a frivolous expense.

They'll have to go back.

[owl hooting]

Do you ever think...

...about Michael?

Yes.

So much would've been different...

if he hadn't...

Yes.

Good night.

[door creaking]

Poor little soul.

Not going to school today?

I feel like I should...

just stay close.

[wind whistling]

[crows cawing]

[loud chatter]

You are not to fraternize

or exert undue influence.

Ruby, switch places with Anne.

[all exclaiming]

[quiet background chatter]

Will your mother never relent?

I've cried and cried and
told her over and over again

that it wasn't your fault.
But it isn't any use.

So this is an eternal farewell?

Then we must speak the most pathetic

language that we can think of.

With thees and thous?

That way we will never forget
the pathos of this moment.

Oh, Diana...

wilt thou promise faithfully

never to forget me, the
friend of your youth?

I'll never have another bosom friend.

I don't want to.

I could never love anyone
as I love you, Anne. Thou.

Wait.

You love me?

Of course I do. Why don't you know that?

Oh, I thought you liked me, of course,

but I never hoped you loved me.

I love you devotedly, Anne.

And I will always love thee, Diana.

In the years to come,

your memory will shine like
a star over my lonely life.

Let us offer each other
locks of our hair...

to treasure evermore.

[sniffling]

I bestow upon thou this
symbol of my enduring love.

Fare thee well, dearest
Anne of Green Gables.

Henceforth we must be as
strangers living side by side.

[school bell ringing]

[boys shouting]

Anne. [fingers snapping]

Take these lessons to Gilbert Blythe.

He'll be missing class for a time,

and I don't want him
falling too far behind.

He's my best student.

- Why is he missing class?
- That is none of your concern.

Now hurry along.

Scat!

[Anne sighing]

Why does everything happen to me?

Gilbert?!

[knocking]

Gilbert Blythe!

[sighing] Life is so unfair.

Finally.

[panting]

Sorry to make you wait.

Gilbert...

is out back chopping wood.

What wonderful red hair.

You're the Cuthbert's
new charge, aren't you?

Yes.

I've heard nice things about you.

And how is Marilla?
Still feisty, I hope?

Dad, what are you doing?

You shouldn't be walking!

My son worries too much.

It seems this young lady has
urgent business. With you.

I'll go inside now.

I'll fetch your chair.

I'll go on my own, thank you, son.

It was nice to meet you.

Give my kind regards to Marilla.

I will. Of course, Mr. Blythe.

Those for me?

Uh... heh.

Well, uh, it's kind of
you to bring them by.

Mr. Phillips doesn't
want you falling behind.

I don't either.

If you're going to b*at me in class,

I want you to do it fair and square.

Yes. Exactly.

Um... thank you.

See you.

[soft violin music]

There. Finished. [laughing]

That was fast.

Only took you a week.

I wanted to make it quickly
so Diana doesn't forget me.

I'm happy to report

that my flowering time is finally over.

I feel much older and wiser than before.

And I won't be emotional next time.

I've come to realize there are
far bigger worries in the world.

[chuckling]

So buy the dress after
you return the boots,

but I'm hoping this will be enough.

Oh, and I must've picked this up
by mistake... at the dress shop.

Please, just... you return
that to Miss Jeannie.

- I hope Mr. Cuthbert's well?
- Yes, madame, he's quite well.

I'm glad.

Please tell him I'm sorry
not to have seen him today.

Yes, madame.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Mr. Cuthbert said I'm to give you this.

Au revoir!

Oh, hello, Matthew.

Huh.

Thank you.

You've gone and spoiled
the child, Matthew.

She's not a child anymore.

Can we be a little bit late to church

so everyone can see me walking in?

Matthew Cuthbert,

you're missing a button
from your best Sunday shirt.

I'm fine...

like this, Marilla.

Well, let's go along, then.

[clearing throat]

If you please... miss.

[Anne sighing]