Anne of Green Gables (1934)

[bunniefuu]

[melancholic music]

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[knock on door]

Look, Diana, quick.

'Isn't that Matthew Cuthbert?'

(Diana)
'Yes, mother.
Why are you so surprised?'

Where can he be going? Never
goes to town this time of year.

He never visits.

Maybe he's just taking a drive.

Matthew Cuthbert
wouldn't dress up for that.

Well, he isn't driving fast
enough to be going for a doctor.

I'm clean puzzled

I won't have a moments
peace of mind

until I find out
from his sister, Marilla.

(Diana)
'Can I go with you, mother?'

No, when you're through
with the flowers

you can get to your churning.

[knock on door]

Come in.

Good morning, Marilla.

Good morning, Rachel.

And how is everyone
at Barry's home?

Oh, we're all pretty well.

I was kind of afraid
you weren't though.

Especially when I saw
your brother riding by today.

Thought maybe he was going
to the doctors.

Matthew's gone to Bright River.

We're getting a little boy from
an orphanage in Nova Scotia.

And he's coming
on the train this afternoon.

A boy? Marilla!

You and Matthew Cuthbert
adopting a boy

from an orphan asylum?

Well, the world is certainly
turning upside down.

I'll be surprised
at nothing after this. Nothing!

What on earth put such
a notion into your head?

Well, Matthew is getting on
in years. You know he's 60.

And he isn't so spry
as he once was.

His heart troubles him
a good deal.

And you know how desperate hard
it is to get hired help.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Now, how can anybody drink tea
when they're so excited

they're about ready to burst.

How'd you know
the boy was coming?

Well, we had a telegram
from Mrs. Spencer.

Saying she'd drop the boy off
at Bright River Station

on her way to White Sands,
Matthew's gone to meet him.

Well, Marilla. You know, I pride
myself on speaking my mind.

Now that it's all clear to me,
I'll just tell you plain

I think you're doing
a mighty risky thing.

Now, only last week
I read in the paper

where a man and his wife
took a boy out of an orphanage

he set fire to the house.

Set it on purpose.

And in the case of
New Brunswick

where an orphan asylum child
put tyricten in the well

and the whole family d*ed
in fearful agony.

Well, it was a girl
in that instance.

Well, we're not getting a girl.

[birds chirping]

[train horn blaring]

How are you, Angus? Was that
the 1:35 that just left?

Yup, you're a bit late.

Passenger dropped off for you,
Matthew.

That's what I've come for.

I asked her to go to the depot.

She told me she preferred
to stay outside.

- Her? She?
- Yeah.

Said she wouldn't go
inside because

there's no scope
for the imagination.

But we're not expecting a girl.
It's a boy I've come for.

[laughing]

She won't have
any trouble explaining.

She's got a tongue of her own.

[train horn blaring]

I suppose
you're Mr. Matthew Cuthbert.

My name is Anne Shirley.
Anne spelled with an "E."

I was so afraid
you weren't coming for me

and I was imagining
all the things

that could've happened
to prevent you.

You're sure there isn't
some mistake?

Well, you're
Mr. Matthew Cuthbert

aren't you?

Yes.

Well, if you're
Mr. Matthew Cuthbert

there can't be no mistake.

Mrs. Spencer told me
to wait right here for you.

Oh, I can carry it.
It isn't heavy.

And if it isn't carried
a certain way

the handle falls off.

So you better let me do it
'cause I know

the exact knack of it.

Oh, I must have lost the knack.

Well, don't you think
we better be going?

I guess it'll be alright.

[horse trotting]

We've got to drive
a long pace yet, haven't we?

Oh, I'm glad
'cause I love driving.

Oh, it seems so wonderful
that I'm going to live with you

and belong to you.

Well, as I was saying
I never really belonged

to anyone before.

Just to the asylum.

And that was worse than

anything you can imagine.

Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked
of me to talk like that.

But I don't mean to be wicked.

Am I talking too much?

Oh, you can talk as much
as you like. I don't mind.

Oh, I know you and I are going
to get along just wonderfully.

Oh, I just love
this place already.

I've always heard that
Prince Edward Island

was the most beautiful place
in the world.

I used to imagine
that I was living here.

But I never really expected
that I would.

Do you imagine much?

Well...no.

At the asylum I used
to imagine all kinds of things.

Why, sometimes I'd imagine that
perhaps the girl who sat next

to me was really the daughter
of a belted earl who had been

stolen away from her parents
in infancy by a cruel nurse

who had d*ed
before she could confess.

[horse trotting]

Isn't this beautiful?

What did that tree all white
and lacy make you think off?

Well, now, I don't know.

Why, a bride of course.

A bride in white
with a lovely misty veil.

Just now I feel pretty
nearly perfectly happy.

I can't feel exactly
perfectly happy because..

Well, what color
would you call this?

- It's red, isn't it?
- Yes, it's red.

And that's why
I can't feel perfectly happy.

I know I'm skinny and a wee bit
freckled and my eyes are green.

But I can imagine I have a
beautiful rose leaf complexion

and lovely starry violet eyes.

But I cannot imagine
my red hair away.

I do my best but it's no use.

It will be my life long sorrow.

I read of a girl once in a novel
who was divinely beautiful.

Have you ever imagined
what it must be like to be

divinely beautiful?

- Well, now. No, I haven't.
- Oh, I have often.

Which would you rather be,
angelically good

or dazzlingly clever
or just divinely beautiful?

Well, now..

...I don't exactly know.

Anyhow, we're getting thy home.

[birds chirping]

Whoa.

- That's the house.
- Why, it has gables.

- What do you call it?
- Oh, just a house.

What would you think
if I gave it a new name?

Something that would sound
more euphonious.

Now, let me see.

Gables and they are green.

Green Gable!

I think that's nice.

From now on that's what
we'll call it. Green Gables.

Oh, it's too beautiful
to be true.

I know I shall live here
until I grow to be

a real old lady with grey hair.

I'm overwhelmed.

Marilla.

- Marilla, this is--
- How do you do?

Matthew Cuthbert, who's that?

- I wanted to tell you--
- Where's the boy?

That's what I wanted
to tell you.

'The station master
at Bright River--'

(Marilla)
Never mind him.
Where's the boy?

There wasn't any boy.
There was only her.

We sent word to Mrs. Spencer
to bring a boy.

Well, she didn't.

She only brought her.

So I figured
she couldn't be left there

no matter what
the mistake was.

You beget
a pretty kettle of fish.

This is what comes of sending
word instead of going ourselves.

You don't want me?

You don' want me
because I'm not a boy.

Well, nobody ever did want me.

I might've known it was
all too beautiful to last.

Well, don't cry about it.

I'm not crying, only..

This is the most tragical thing
that's ever happened to me.

What's your name?

Will you please
call me Cordelia?

Call you Cordelia?

Don't you think
it's a pretty name?

Is that your name?

Well, no, it isn't
exactly my name.

But, oh, I would love
to be called Cordelia.

(Marilla)
'I don't know
what on earth you mean.'

It's such a perfectly
elegant name. Don't you think?

If Cordelia isn't you name,
what is it?

Anne Shirley.
Isn't that an unromantic name?

No, Anne is a good,
plain, sensible name.

'You've no need
to be ashamed of it.'

Oh, I'm not ashamed of it.

Only I like Cordelia better.

You know, I've always imagined
I should've been named Cordelia.

Oh!

Well, if you're going
to call me Anne

please spell it with an "E."

What difference does it make
how it's spelled?

Oh, it makes a lot of difference

when you print out Ann
it looks dreadful

but Anne with an "E"
looks distinguished.

So if you'll only call me
Anne with an "E".

I'll try and reconcile myself
to it.

Very well. Anne with an "E".

How did you happen to be brought
instead of a boy?

If I were very beautiful
and had nut brown hair

would you keep me?

No, a girl would be
of no use to us

but don't stand there gaping.

Come along. Bring your bag.

Now you're here, I suppose

we'll have to put you
some where.

Now...take your hat off.

You'll have to have
some supper of course.

Oh, I can't eat.

I can never eat when
I'm in the depths of despair.

Depths of despair!

Can you eat
when you're that way?

I've never been that way.

Well, can't you even imagine

you're in the depths of despair?

No, I can't. Here's your room
for the night. Wash up.

- Come down for supper.
- Yes, ma'am.

Tomorrow, I'm going
to find out who's responsible

for all this rigmaroling.

I'll drive over and see
Mrs. Spencer. That's certain.

This girl has got to go back
to the asylum tomorrow.

I suppose so.

You suppose so?
Don't you know it?

(Matthew)
'Well now, she's a real
nice little thing, Marilla.'

'It's kind of a pity
to send her back'

'when she's so set
on stayin' here.'

Matthew Cuthbert, I believe
that child has bewitched you.

I can see as plain
as plain you wanna keep her.

You should've heard her talking
coming from the station.

I don't like children
who have so much to say.

As far as I'm concerned
it's a closed book.

I can hire a boy to help me.

And she'd be company for you.

I'm not suffering for company.

And she's going right back
where she came from.

[birds chirping]

Look out for my feet.

Hurry, child.

I was just taking
a farewell look at the place.

You see in the years to come
I want to look back

upon Green Gables
as a beautiful dream.

That I hope will always haunt
me. Don't you think that--

You can think about it on
the road. Never mind that now.

Goodbye, Mr. Cuthbert.

I shall never forget
your kindness.

Goodbye.

Giddy up!

Matthew, don't forget to take
the butter out of the churn.

And be sure you close
the gate to the pasture.

'If Mrs. Barry comes over,
return that sugar I borrowed.'

But, my dear Mrs. Spencer

I can't understand
how such a mistake could happen.

There's no harm done,
Ms. Cuthbert.

I'm sure Mrs. Blewett
will take her.

Mama, Mrs. Spencer's here
with another lady.

Good morning. This is
Ms. Cuthbert, Mrs. Blewett.

- Good day.
- Hello.

And this is the girl
I told you about.

Come in.

I got a stew on the fire.

I'll be right back.

(Mrs. Spencer)
'Sit down, Ms. Cuthbert.'

I still can't understand
how it happened.

How ever in the world
you made such a mistake?

I understand
how you feel about it.

'That's why I brought you here.'

'It can all be
straightened out.'

'I'm sure Mrs. Blewett
will take her in.'

'She's so anxious to get anyone
to help with the children.'

I'm sorry to keep you waiting,
Mrs. Spencer.

So much to do.

- What's your name?
- Anne Shirley.

- How old are you?
- Fourteen.

Well, there ain't much to you
but you look wiery.

'You know with what your kind,
you're the best after all.'

If I take you,
you'll have to be a good girl.

You know, good,
and smart and respectful.

Now, I'd expect you to earn your
keep? No mistake about that.

Well, I suppose
I might as well take her

off your hands right now.

Well, I don't know.

I think I better
take her home again

and talk it over with Matthew.

I oughtn't to do anything
without consulting him.

(Marilla)
'If we make up our minds
not to keep her'

'I'll bring or send
her back tomorrow.'

Will that be alright,
Mrs. Blewett?

Well, I suppose
it'll have to be.

Good day.

[baby crying]

I wouldn't give a dog I like
to that Blewett woman.

Matthew, aren't you
gonna say anything?

I wish you were more like other
men who would talk things out.

Probably you'd answer back then,
argue you into reasoning.

What's to be done
with men who just look?

Here's you night gown.

- Thank you. It's--
- Get into it.

Don't forget
to say your prayers.

(Anne)
'Do you think
they're essential?'

Why, what do you mean? Weren't
you taught to say you prayers?

'Well, I used to
at the asylum Sunday school.'

'but week days I'm afraid
I was just too tired.'

Well..

...you will say your prayers
while you're under my roof.

Why, of course,
if you want me too.

Kneel down.

Now, that's the part
I never could understand.

Why must people
kneel down to pray?

Now, if I really wanted to pray

I'd go out into a great
big field all alone.

And then I'd look up at the sky.

The beautiful sky
that looks as if

there was no end
to its blueness.

I'd imagine it was a dome
of a great cathedral

or the canopy of heaven.

And then I'd just feel a prayer.

Well, what am I to say?

Well, Anne

I think you're big enough
to pray for yourself.

Just thank God
for his blessings.

And ask him humbly
for the things you want.

Well, I'll try and do my best.

Gracious heavenly father,
I thank thee for everything.

As for the things I especially
want, they're so numerous

it would take a great
deal of time to name them.

So I'll only mention
the two most important.

Please, let me stay here.

And please make me beautiful
when I grow up.

I remain yours respectfully,
Anne Shirley.

There, did I do alright?

Yes.

- Goodnight, Anne.
- Goodnight.

Oh, Ms. Cuthbert.

I just remembered,
I should've said amen

instead of yours respectfully,
shouldn't I?

Do you suppose
it will make any difference?

No. I don't suppose it will.

Come on, child.
Finish your breakfast.

Oh, I'm all finished.

Why, you haven't eaten anything.

Won't you tell me
if you're going to send me back?

I've tried
to be patient all morning

but I just can't
bear it any longer.

Please, tell me.

Go tidy your room
and dress your best.

But it's all tidy
and this is my best.

Then go wash your hands
and hurry.

I just saw Mrs. Barry
coming up the path

and I want you
to look your nicest.

- Good morning, Marilla.
- Come in, Rachel.

Thank you.

I do hope everything's
alright so far.

It's a great responsibility
you've taken on yourself.

There's no telling how a child
like that will turn out.

I don't want to discourage you.

I'm not feeling discouraged.

I suppose you want
to see Anne?

- Anne? A girl?
- Yes, a girl.

Anne. Anne Shirley.

This is Mrs. Barry.

How do you do?

Well, they didn't pick you
for looks.

Bit skinny.

And awful heart,
did anyone ever see such hair!

- Red as carrots.
- How dare you say I'm skinny?

'And how dare you say
I'm red headed?'

You're an impolite, rude,
unfeeling woman.

- And I hate you!
- Anne!

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

How would you like to be told
that your ugly and-and

your gossipy and your sour
as an old crab apple?

Anne! Anne Shirley!

Well, I don't envy you.
Your job of bringing that up!

You shouldn't have twitted her
about her looks, Rachel.

- Marilla Cuthbert.
- I'm not trying to excuse her.

But we must make allowances.

Perhaps she hasn't
been taught what's right.

And you were hard
on her, Rachel.

I see, I have to be very careful
about what I say after this.

Orphans brought
from goodness knows where

seem to be considered
before anything else.

Well, if you take my advice,
and I don't suppose you will

you'll do the talking to her
with a good-sized birch switch.

Goodbye, Marilla.

Come down to see me
as often as you can.

But don't expect me
to visit here again

if I'm to be sworn at
and insulted in such a fashion.

Goodbye, Rachel.

[sobbing]

That was a nice way for you
to behave.

And of all people you would
pick on Rachel Barry.

She hadn't any right to call me
skinny and red headed.

Rachel may have been
too out spoken.

But she's your elder,
a stranger and my visitor.

Three very good reasons why
you should've been respectful.

She deserves an apology

and you'll go to her
and say you're sorry.

I could never do that.

You can punish me
in any way you like.

You can shut me up
in the dark dungeon

inhabited by snakes and toads.

And-and you can feed me
on bread and water

and I shall not complain.

Oh, but I cannot ask
Mrs. Barry to forgive me.

If you expect
to remain under my roof

you will apologize
to Mrs. Barry.

Then I'll leave now.
Send me back to the orphanage.

I'll never tell
Mrs. Barry that I'm sorry.

- Sounds as if she meant it.
- Oh, she's determined alright.

Well, maybe it's best.

I have a feeling
we would never like her.

Matthew Cuthbert,
don't form opinions for me.

I never said I do
or don't like her.

When the time comes,
I'll speak my own mind.

[sobbing]

Thank you, Mr. Cuthbert.

Well, I see you're leaving.

How could I remain here
after all those things

Mrs. Barry said about me?

I can see that.

And I'll never say
I'm sorry because I'm not.

I can't even imagine I'm sorry.

Marilla thinks it's best
you're going back.

And I don't know
but what she's right.

It's kind of a lonely place
for a little girl here.

No other children, you know?

And well, after all,
you're used to the orphanage.

'And all your old friends
are there.'

'I guess you'd like it better.'

Of course, if you'd rather
stay around here

you can always
go to Mrs. Blewett.

- 'She'd, uh--'
- Mr. Cuthbert--

'Of course, I might be
able to see you sometimes.'

But perhaps well I guess you'd
better go back to the orphanage.

Mr. Cuthbert,
suppose I change my mind?

What about Mrs. Barry?

You know Marilla's
a dreadfully determined woman.

I'd just rather die
than tell Mrs. Barry I'm sorry.

Don't you think you'd better
do it and get it over with?

You know, you don't have to be
exactly sorry.

'You can be sort of sorry.'

'And that would kind of
smooth it over.'

Well, if you really want me too.

Well, I've been
thinking, Anne.

It would be terribly lonesome
downstairs without you.

- It seems that the sooner--
- I'll do it.

You go back downstairs
and I'll come down

and tell Ms. Cuthbert
that I've repented.

Good.

Now, don't you tell her
that I said anything about it.

She might think
that I was interfering.

And that'd spoil
the whole thing.

It'll be just our secret, hm?

Wild horses couldn't
drag the secret from me.

How could wild horses
drag a secret from anybody?

Ms. Cuthbert.

What is it?

I'm sorry I lost my temper

and said those rude things and

and I'm willing to go
and tell Mrs. Barry so.

Very well, go get your hat,
I'll take you there at once.

Yes, um..

I knew if we left her alone,
she'd come to her senses.

Matthew Cuthbert, you must admit
I have a way about things.

[birds chirping]

Go in the house, Diana.

What is about to happen
may not be for your ears.

- Oh, mother.
- Go on in.

Mrs. Barry, I'm extremely sorry
I behaved so terribly.

I should never have disgraced
the dear friends

who have let me stay
at Green Gables

even though I'm not a boy.

I'm a dreadfully,
wicked, ungrateful girl.

And I deserve
to be punished and cast out

by respectable people forever.

Every word you said was true.

My hair is red
and I am skinny and ugly.

What I said about you
was true too

but I shouldn't have said it.

Oh, please, Mrs. Barry.
Please, please, forgive me.

If you refuse it would be
a life long sorrow to me.

You wouldn't want
to inflict a life long sorrow

on a poor little orphan,
would you?

Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't.

Oh, Mrs. Barry,
please say you'll forgive me.

There, there, get up, child.
Of course I forgive you.

I guess I was a little hard
on you. But you mustn't mind me.

And don't worry
about your hair.

'I knew a girl once
her hair was every bit'

'as red as yours
when she was young.'

'When she grew up, it darkened
to a real handsome auburn.'

You've given me hope.

I shall always feel
that you're a benefactor.

[Diana laughing]

Come here, dear.

- Yes, mother?
- This is my little girl, Diana.

- This is Anne Shirley.
- Anne spelled with an "E".

- Hello.
- Hello.

Diana, you may take Anne
out to the garden

and show her the flowers.

Oh, I'd just love that.

Alright. Come on.

Matthew and I were thinking
that though we haven't

exactly decided to keep her

she ought to go to school.

I'll be glad to have Diana
pick her up in the morning.

Well, you wash dishes
pretty well.

Oh, I'm better at looking
after children though.

I had so much experience
at the orphanage.

It's such a pity you haven't
any here for me to look after.

I don't feel as if I wanted
any more children to look after

than I've got at present.

You're problem enough
in all conscience.

What's to be done with you
I don't know.

That Matthew is the most
aggravating man.

Oh, I think
your brother's lovely

I felt he was a kindred spirit
as soon as ever I saw him.

Well, you're both odd enough,
if that's what you mean.

Now, don't get it into your head

we've definitely decided
to keep you.

'In the meantime your schooling
mustn't be neglected.'

'Diana will be here
any minute now to take you.'

I'll try to be good in school.

Of course,
it will be uphill work.

Remember, behavior is
as important as fine marks.

I'm expecting both from you.

What am I to call you? Shall
I always say, Miss Cuthbert?

'Or may I call you
Aunt Marilla?'

No, you can call me
just plain Marilla.

I'm not used to
being called Miss Cuthbert.

It will make me nervous.

Oh, but I'd love
to call you Aunt Marilla.

I'm not your aunt and I don't
believe in calling people names

that don't belong to them.

But you could imagine
you were my aunt.

I could not.

Don't you ever imagine
things differently

from what they really are?

No, I never imagine
things differently

from what they really are.

Oh, Marilla,
how much you miss.

[chuckles]

What's your name?

My name is Anne Shirley,
Anne spelt with an "E".

We pride ourselves
on our scholastic record.

And we hope that you will--

Oh, I'm sure I will,
Mr. Philips.

You see, my father was a teacher
and my mother was a teacher.

And so that gives us something
in common, don't you think?

You will share the desk
with Diana Barry.

Thank you, Mr. Phillips.
Diana's my bosom friend.

(Mr. Philips)
'Never mind that,
I'll get your history later.'

I can tell you that right now.

'I was fourteen years old last
March and I was born in Halifax'

my father's name was
Walter Shirley

and my mother's name
was Bertha Shirley.

Aren't those lovely names?

Oh, I'm so glad that my parents
had names that were real nice.

It would be such a disgrace
to have a father named, say..

...Hezekiah.

It doesn't matter
what a person's name is

as long as he behaves himself.

Well, I don't know.

I read in a book once that a
rose by any other name

would smell as sweet but I've
never been able to believe it.

I don't think a rose would
be as nice if it's called

a thistle or a skunk-cabbage.

Will you please
take your seat with Diana?

Yes, sir.

(Mr. Philips)
'Now we will resume
our geography lesson'

where we left off yesterday.

And I want you to pay
particular attention.

That's Gilbert Blythe.
Don't you think he's handsome?

(Mr. Philips)
'Serbia, which
is bounded on the north'

'by Austria, Hungary..'

'...on the east
by Romania and Bulgaria..'

'...on the south by Greece..'

'...and on the west by Bosnia,
Montenegro and Albania.'

'Alice Wainwright,
what is the capital of Serbia?'

(Alice)
'Belgrade is the capital
of Serbia.'

[whispering]
Carrots.

Carrots!

- You mean, hateful boy!
- Ow!

How dare you?

Well, Anne Shirley, I must say
this is very nice behavior

of your first day in school.

It was my fault, Mr. Phillips.
I teased her.

I'm used to the eccentricities
of Gilbert Blythe.

But I'm sorry to see
a new pupil display such temper.

Come up to the platform.

Face the class.

[indistinct chattering]

Anne..

...you will write
that 100 times.

'School's dismissed.'

[indistinct chattering]

I'm awful sorry
I made fun of your hair.

Oh, honest, I am.

That's the first time
I ever heard Gilbert Blythe

apologize for anything.

You should be angry with him
for making fun of your hair.

He called me toe-head.

There's a great difference
between being called a toe-head

and being called carrots.

I shall never forgive him.

Gilbert Blythe has hurt
my feelings excruciatingly.

- Anne!
- Yes, ma'am?

Never mind appearing
so innocent.

I've heard all about it
and your first day at school--

- But, Marilla--
- Don't you dare stop me.

I'm so ashamed of you
I don't know where to begin.

What do you mean breaking slates
over other students' heads?

He called me carrots.

I don't care what he called you.

You had no right
to lose your temper.

He hadn't any right to say it.

And I think that
Gilbert Blythe is a..

- Who did you say it was?
- Gilbert Blythe.

Did you...smash your slate?

Yes.

Well, go upstairs
and get ready for supper.

Run along,
you must be starved.

(Anne)
'That's what I couldn't
understand, I thought Marilla'

would give me a tanning
or at least a talking-to.

But she didn't even give me
a tug at the ear.

I should have told you
Marilla doesn't like Gilbert.

It isn't his fault either.
It's his father's.

Why, Diana, what do you mean?

Well, one night when
mother thought I was asleep

I heard her
talking to Mrs. Blair.

It was something about
Gilbert's father running away

with the girl that was
to marry Matthew.

And mother said Matthew
was never the same after that.

Marilla didn't get married
either because

she thought it was her duty
to take care of Matthew.

Diana, this is terribly
interesting.

What else did they say?

Mrs. Blair said, that Gilbert
isn't even allowed to set foot

on the Cuthbert property.

I'm gonna find out
more about this.

Warm day, isn't it?

Not too warm
to do your churning.

Marilla, would you mind
if I asked you

sort of a personal question?

What is it?

Well, are you sure
you're not harboring

any ill feeling against me

because I broke my slate
over Gilbert Blythe's head?

You probably had just cause.

Do you think it's nice to invite
Diana here to do your work?

Run along now.

I'm gonna try Matthew.

[birds chirping]

And so poor Juliet d*ed
and so did Romeo.

Now wasn't that sad?

- Yes.
- Just think of it.

The both of them dead
in the full bloom of youth.

All because two families fought
with each other.

You don't think people act
that way today, do you?

Anne, when you get
as old as I am..

...you'll know the world
hasn't changed very much.

Did you know that
I hit Gilbert Blythe

over the head with my slate?

I heard something about it.

You know, I like that story
about Romeo and Juliet.

Do you know any up-to-date
stories like that, Mr. Cuthbert?

No, and if I were you..

...I wouldn't tell the ones
you imagine around here..

...especially to Marilla.

Oh, I won't
if you don't want me to.

But I'd sort of
like to know why?

Well, Marilla doesn't
believe in stories.

Is that the only reason?

It's getting
kind of late, Anne.

I think we'd better start
for the house.

Love, marriage, friendship,
courtship, hate.

- Love, marr--
- Ssh! Marilla!

- Good morning, Marilla.
- Morning, Diana.

Marilla, you look
perfectly scrumptious.

Well, you wouldn't expect
anybody would go to

the Ladies Aid in their
kitchen clothes, would you?

Someday I'm going to have
a brooch like that.

Oh, I think
amethysts are lovely.

That's what I used
to imagine diamonds were like..

...such lovely,
glimmering purple stones.

Marilla, would it be asking too
much if someday you granted me

the privilege of wearing it
for just an hour?

We'll see.

Oh, I should love to see it
on my green brocade

with the rippling flounce.

Why don't you wear it on your
foulard?

The one with
the big white spots on it.

Well, don't you think it
would look nicer on my Taffeta?

What are you two babbling about?

Diana and I've been imagining

what we should wear
on the hay ride.

'Of course,
it wouldn't really matter'

'what the dress was made of
as long as'

'it had puffed sleeves.'

'Don't you think puffed sleeves
would be beautiful, Diana?'

Stop chattering
and run along to school.

'Matthew, get my lunch basket.'

Oh, Marilla,
may I tell Mr. Phillips

I'm going on the hay ride?

I'll think about it
when the time comes.

Bye, Marilla.
Bye, Matthew.

(Diana)
'Is Marilla going with you
on the hay ride?'

- I don't suppose so.
- Matthew?

I think he would
if I asked him.

If you hadn't fought with
Gilbert he might have taken you.

What makes you think
he wouldn't now?

'All I have to do is wave
my little finger'

'at Gilbert Blythe.
and he'll come up begging.'

Psst!

- Where's Marilla?
- In her room.

Here, open this up.

I'll keep watch.

Puffed sleeves.

For the first time in my life
I've run out of words.

I just don't know
how to thank you.

(Marilla)
'Anne!'

- 'Anne Shirley!'
- Yes, ma'am.

Have you seen
my amethyst brooch?

- Why, yes--
- Did you touch it?

Why, yes, I just pinned it on
to see how it looked.

What right did you've
to meddle with my brooch?

Where'd you put it?

I put it right back up
on the bureau.

Honest, Marilla,
I didn't mean to meddle.

And I promise
I'll never do it again.

You know, that's one good thing
about me.

I never do
the same wrong thing twice.

Anne, the brooch is gone!

'You were the last person
to handle it.'

Now, tell me the truth.
Did you take it out and lose it?

No, I didn't.

Anne Shirley, you're telling
a falsehood!

Now go to your room.

And you'll stay there
until you confess

even if it takes
a month of Sundays.

If you'll just let me out
for the hay ride

I'll stay in my room as long
as you like cheerfully.

But I've just got
to go to the hay ride.

You'll go to no hay rides
nor anywhere else

until you tell me the truth!

The youngster ought
to be made to eat something.

Matthew, I've been telling
it was no use.

I've taken two tray's
up to her

she wouldn't touch a thing.

All I could get out of her is

"I'm too overwhelmed
to think of eating."

Would you mind if I tried
to get her to take something?

And you've been up in
your room all this time?

How much longer
do you think it will be?

Forever.
Don't you see, Diana?

I can't have Marilla
believe I took that brooch.

Then you won't be able to go
on the hay ride. Will you?

That's what makes me grieve.
I so wanted to go.

Oh, I wouldn't be
too upset about it.

Anyway, I heard that Gilbert's
going to take Alice Wainwright.

I'd like to go, if for no
other reason, then to show you

I can make Gilbert Blythe eat
right out of my hand.

Marilla, I'm ready to confess.

I expected you'd be,
come downstairs and let me

hear what you have to say.

I took the amethyst brooch.

I didn't mean to,
but it was so beautiful.

I was overcome
with irresistible temptation.

I was imagining
I was Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald.

And it was so much easier
to imagine I was Lady Cordelia

if I have
the amethyst brooch on.

Then I strolled
through lover's lane.

And when I got
to the bridge, I took it off

to have another look at it.

'Then I leaned over
to see my reflection'

'in the Lake
of the shining waters.'

And the brooch slipped
through my fingers.

And went down, down, down.

And sank from sight forever.

And that's the best I can
do with confessing, Marilla.

Now, may I go on the hay ride?

No.

But you promised
I could if I confessed.

You're not going on the hay ride
and that's final.

Mrs. Barry was right.
She warned me from the first.

- I should have known--
- 'Marilla!'

Anne..

...what did you mean by
saying you took it and lost it?

Well, you said you'd keep
me in my room till I confess.

So, I just thought
of a confession

and made it as interesting
as I could.

[accordion music]

[indistinct chattering]

Now you just watch.

[indistinct chattering]

Good evening, Mr. Blythe.

Hey, Joe, hold this for me,
will you?

I'm ready to forgive you.

[music continues]

- Oh, hello, Diana.
- Hello, Gilbert.

Say, where have you been?
I thought you'd never get here.

Why don't you sit
right up here?

I can now sit beside you.

Alrighty.

[chattering continues]

(Gilbert)
'We all here?'

(Diana)
'Come on, Anne.'

[music continues]

Good morning, Miss Shirley. Have
a good time on the hay ride?

You're not angry, are you?

I would appreciate
it exceedingly, Mr. Blythe

if you would stop annoying me.

Aw, let's forget it, Anne.
I only took her--

Oh, I wouldn't have
gone with you anyway.

Furthermore, I promised myself
never to speak to you again.

Let's call it quits, huh?

It is impolite to pass a person
without at least nodding.

So from now on,
I'm merely nodding to you.

Why don't you
come off your high horse?

If I tolerate
you at all, Mr. Blythe

it's because
you're a character.

- I'm a what?
- A character.

I don't understand you.

Well, if you must know,
Mr. Phillips is a character.

And Matthew is a character.
And you're a character.

I think you read too much.

Please let me go.
I'll be late.

Will you let me walk
home with you, after school?

I should say not.

One of these days, you'll be
glad to have me for a beau.

I have a beau.

Oh, and he's a character too?

No. I like him.

Well then, then,
why wasn't he on the hayride?

He's too grown-up
for such things.

(Mr. Phillips)
'"The results of
the annual essay contest'

'"among the junior students
of the Prince of Wales College'

"'were announced yesterday.'

First honors were given
to Herbert Root."

I've just been reading
from a newspaper article

about one of my former pupils

who incidentally
was never tardy.

This former pupil of mine,
Herbert Root, has just won

'the junior student's prize
in an essay contest.'

'I read further
from the article.'

'"Young Root
surprised the committee'

'"by the depth of his thesis.'

'"He took for his subject
the Tennyson classic'

'""The Lady of Shalott."'

'His thesis was awarded
first prize by unanimous vote."'

'Naturally, I'm proud
that young Root'

'was a product of this school.'

'And I can only hope
that from this year's class'

'may spring a pupil
just as brilliant.'

Guess what I'm going to get
mother for her birthday?

- A new apron.
- A comb for her hair.

A new centerpiece
for the corner table.

- That's beautiful.
- What color?

It's gonna be bright red-petal
flowers and butterflies on it..

I'll make Mr. Phillips
forget all about Herbert Root

when I get to Shalott town.

I think Herbert is the smartest
boy on Prince Edward Island.

How do you happen to know?

I said Herbert Root is
the smartest boy on the island.

And you, Gilbert Blythe,
are annoyingly inquisitive.

Anybody think you know Herby?

Wouldn't you be surprised
if I told you

that we've corresponded
for a long, long time?

As a matter
of fact, Gilbert Blythe

Herbert Root was to have
taken me on the hayride.

Only he couldn't get here
in time.

- He what?
- Why, Anne, really?

How long have you known him?

[indistinct chatter]

[bell dings]

My dear pupils,
last week I discussed with you

a young man of whom
I'm very proud.

Herbert Root.

Herbert, we're all happy
to have you here today.

'And would you be so good'

'as to say a few words
to the class?'

Of course.

My success in the main,
Mr. Phillips

'was due to your teaching.'

'I held before me constantly'

the text of many
of your lectures.

To wit that no definite rules
are necessary for fine writing.

I chose my subject,
"The Lady of Shalott."

Because it presented
an interesting problem

an unrequited love.

There was no question in my mind

with what the Lady of Shalott
loved Lancelot.

But there was a question
in my mind

as to whether
he even knew her.

Hence, I placed
particular emphasis

on that portion of the poem.

From the time she decided
to lie down in death on the boat

to Lancelot's memorable line

"She has a lovely face,"
etcetera, "The Lady of Shalott."

And, uh, that's how
I won the contest.

(Mr. Phillips)
'Thank you, Herbert.'

'And now, my pupils,
I will declare a short recess.'

'But you may meet Herbert
and ask him any questions.'

[indistinct chatter]

Aren't you gonna
speak to him?

Or you just gonna
correspond with him?

(Diana)
'Go on, Anne.'

[indistinct chatter]

The handwriting,
the fine use of words.

I should like to have
a copy of your essay, Herbert.

- I would prize it.
- Certainly, Mr. Phillips.

Hello.

Hello.

How do you do?

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Something wrong, Anne?

I've come to the conclusion

that a good imagination
is a bad thing.

And there's no romance
in the world.

No.

You mustn't think that way.

There is such a thing
as romance.

If it ever comes near me,
I'll let it pass right by.

I'll give it up.

No. Don't ever
give it all up, Anne.

A little of it
is a good thing.

Not too much, of course.

But keep a little of it.

Just...a little.

[music continues]

"Down she came
and found a boat

"beneath the willow,
left afloat.

"And round about
the prow she wrote

The Lady of Shalott."

[music continues]

[music continues]

"And at the closing of the day

"she loosed the chain
and down she lay.

"The broad stream
bore her far away.

"The Lady of Shalott.

"And ere she reached
upon the tide.

"The first house
by the water-side.

"Singing in her song, she d*ed.

The Lady of Shalott."

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Hang on, Anne.

Don't be afraid now.

- Don't let go.
- I won't.

Give me your hand.

[grunts]

Give me the other hand. Ugh!

Let me get your foot
over the limb.

There.

- Oh, it's you.
- Yes, ma'am.

And I bet you're glad
I'm here too.

I'm overwhelmingly grateful
to you, Mr. Gilbert Blythe.

And I thank you very kindly.

That I saved
your life too. I'm a hero.

A real hero would guard such
a secret to his dying moment.

And he'd never breathe
a word of it. Not to anybody.

Oh, I wouldn't tell.
You know, I wouldn't.

You swear
on your word of honor?

Cross my heart.

This must remain
our very own secret.

No, I've reconsidered.

We can never have a secret

because you hurt
my feelings excruciatingly.

You made fun of my hair.

Uh, that's because I...I just
couldn't keep my eyes off it.

It was kinda nice
lookin' at it.

Only I, when I tried
to tell you about it

I guess I didn't say it right.

Why, Gilbert Blythe,
you really mean that?

- Mm-hmm.
- Then, I shall relent.

After all,
you did save my life.

You are entitled to a reward.

And I shall kiss you.

- You don't claim your reward?
- Yes, I do.

Anne I...I want
you to be my girl.

(Gilbert)
'You know, I've always liked
you. That's why I teased you.'

Then why did you take
Alice Wainwright on the hayride?

Anne, you got
a memory like an elephant.

Why can't you forget a thing
that happened over a year ago?

Why should I?
You hurt me terribly.

Well, you were gonna wrap me
around your little finger.

Did Diana tell you that?

- Nope...honest.
- Then, how do you know?

I've never told you
this before.

But I can see things ahead.

Long before they've happened.
I'm a mind reader.

You're an eavesdropper.

- Will I see you tonight?
- Why ask me?

You're the mind reader.

[instrumental music]

(Gilbert)
'Hello, Anne.'

Why, I thought
I'd never get away.

Gee, you're brave
meeting me here.

I wonder what would happen
if Marilla ever found out.

Let's hope she never does.

I wouldn't know what to do.

I got something for you.

Close your eyes.
Hold out your hands.

- A locket.
- Uh-huh.

I've always wanted one.
Oh, Gilbert!

I bought it
at the Jim Lawsons.

And it's guaranteed
not to turn green.

It's beautiful.
But how can I ever--

Don't worry about it.

You can wear it out when you're
not around Marilla and Matthew.

You can tuck it in
when you're home.

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you, Anne.

Oh, gee, they're swell.

If it weren't so cold,
I'd put them on right now.

I finished them last night.

- What was that?
- Nothing.

I think I'd better run back.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

That's the first time
you've ever called me that.

Do you mind?

I've been wanting you to
for three years.

Kissing, Anne Shirley kissing.

Anne Shirley kissing
that Blythe boy.

Mrs. Barry saw it
with her own two eyes.

She rushed right up here
to tell me.

Why don't you say
something, Matthew Cuthbert?

- Well, that's interesting.
- Interesting?

You should be ashamed
of yourself sitting there

and taking it so casual-like.

- Well, they're just youngsters.
- 'Youngsters fiddlesticks!'

'I'd wager that they've been
meeting in that that place'

for heaven knows how long.

And you'd probably known it
all along.

No, Marilla. I've never
been down near that tree.

How do you know
it was by a tree?

A person can imagine things.

You stop acting
so innocent-like.

Well, after all, Marilla..

...you know a body can
only be young once. And Anne--

You stop protecting her.
That girl's an ingrate.

After all we've done for her.
To take up with Gilbert Blythe.

'The one person...his father..'

Anne Shirley,
when we took you in.

- I never would have dreamed--
- 'Now, Marilla.'

You keep your all out of this,
Matthew.

You know what
I'm talking about.

And you know what
we think of Gilbert Blythe.

Please, Marilla.

Why must you say
things that..

Wait, Marilla,
I don't see any use

in trying
to make matters worse.

Anne...I don't wanna hurt you

'by referring to what I consider
your indebtedness to us.'

'But I want you to promise me'

'you'll never see
Gilbert Blythe again.'

Please, Marilla.

(Marilla)
'I'll not leave this room'

'until I hear you say
you'll not see him again.'

This tree is the dividing line

between the Blythe
and Cuthbert properties.

And I never thought
I'd live to see the day

when I would be compelled
to cross it.

I have come to talk
to you about Anne.

It's high time somebody did.

Don't think
I've had my eyes shut

and my ears closed all along.

And don't think
I'm going to let that girl

go on sacrificing herself
and suffering for it.

- But, Miss Cuthbert, I--
- This much you ought to know.

Anne's not a child.
She knows what she owes us.

And she knows
what her responsibilities are.

That girl has ambitions
to make something of herself.

She's going to normal school
as soon as she's ready

and she can't let anything
stand in her way.

Why...I wouldn't stand in her
way for anything in the world.

No friend of hers would.

No friend of hers would
even try to see her anymore.

As far as Anne is concerned

all this fool carrying on
was a mistake.

And it's gotta stop.
Stop right now.

[instrumental music]

Tell him he doesn't understand.

Tell him I'll see him the first
minute that I can steal away.

Won't be any use.

He was all packed up
when he wrote the note.

'Just told me
to bring it to you.'

'I asked him where he was goin'
but he wouldn't tell me.'

[instrumental music]

There.

That oughta hold it
for the trip.

There's no call for you
to be looking like a lost cat.

You're just fixin' to make it
harder for everyone.

I'm fixin'
to do anything to solve?

I've seen lots of people go away
in trains in my life time.

What makes your nose
so red and twitchy then?

Well, that's
a frost bitten nose.

Got a right to look red
and twitch too.

I don't like people
who get emotional over nothing.

Anne...hurry up.

Expect that train
to wait for you?

(Anne)
'I'm coming.'

What gave you the idea that
schooling was goin' to pinch us?

I never said any such thing.

Then don't even think it.

Fine thing that would be
for Anne to get a window.

No, you mustn't come with me.

I've already asked Cathy Grant
to drive me to the station.

I couldn't bear
to say goodbye to you

in front of all those people.

I might cry.

Getting emotional over nothing.

Nothing?

Why you've been angels to me?

You're both such darlings
and, and you're never..

I've just got to kiss you.

Folderol...kissing.

Might as well kiss him too,
I suppose.

I can't help thinking..

...I wish she'd always stayed
a little girl.

Nobody can deny
she's real tall and stylish.

Nobody. Nobody at all.

She's smart, too.

And pretty.

And loving.

You know, Matthew?

I get afraid
when I think of it.

She'll be away so long.

And get terrible lonesome.

That was a lucky mistake,
Mrs. Spencer.

When she didn't bring us
a boy.

Who want a boy?

Nobody. I certainly didn't.

Nor I. So you see it wasn't
luck that brought her here.

It was providence.

We needed her.

Even with all her odd ways?

I...loved her for 'em.

Who said they were odd ways?

Nobody. I certainly didn't.

Diana. Oh, how glad
I am to see you.

Well, turn around
and let me look at you.

You've grown so..

Oh, Anne. And you've
become prettier.

And you're a married woman.

Tell me. Are you very happy
and very much in love?

Yes, Anne. Very much.

How wonderful that must be.

To think of him all the time

and know that
he's thinking of you.

And nobody can interfere.

That must be happiness.

Oh, Anne. Someday,
you and Gilbert will..

He's back. Did you know
he was studying medicine?

Yes, I know.
At least, I thought he would.

You never hear from him?

Doctor Tatum says that
when Gilbert graduates

he's going to make him
his assistance.

Please, Diana.
Let's not talk of Gilbert.

- I'm still your bosom friend.
- But I..

Tell me about everybody.

Did you see Matthew
and Marilla before you left?

(Diana)
'Yes, but I only stayed
a few minutes.'

'Matthew is pretty sick
to be bothered with visitors.'

Matthew's sick?

Oh, Anne. I am sorry.

I, I thought you knew.

I should have known
when he didn't write.

That's why
it was always Marilla.

I must get back
to Green Gables.

But how can you leave now?

Your final examinations
are just two weeks off.

I can't help that.

I'd never forgive myself
if anything happened to--

But you've worked so hard
and now you're going

to throw it all away.

They need me.

[horse galloping]

[knock on door]

- Why, Anne.
- Marilla.

- Anne, why did you come--
- How's Matthew?

May I see him?

Not now, dear.
Doctor Tatum's with him.

Oh, I'm sorry you found out.

Matthew didn't want
you to know he..

...he said it might upset
your school work.

Well...Anne Shirley.
How are you?

Fine, thanks, Doctor Tatum.
May I see Matthew?

Better not disturb him now.

You see, he's, he's
just dozed off to sleep.

And if you waken him,
the excitement

of seeing you again might,
might sort off set him back.

Marilla, would you mind
fixing me a pot of tea?

Doctor Tatum...tell me.
I want to know.

He's serious, Anne.

Isn't there anything
we can do?

Well...the folks
are in a pretty bad way.

- You mean financially?
- Mm-hmm.

It would mean bringing
in another doctor.

The best man in Canada.
He's in Nova Scotia.

That would cost
an awful lot of money.

Well...we have to get
the money somehow.

They've sold
about everything they could.

Why even the house is mortgaged.

Yes, they've deprived
themselves of everything

just to keep me in school.

What's the name of that doctor
in Nova Scotia?

(Doctor Tatum)
'Terry. Fredrick W. Terry.'

'Gilbert Blythe
has been studying under him.'

'I wish they'd had such men
when I went to school.'

[knock on door]

Come in.

A young lady
to see you, Mr. Gilbert.

(Gilbert)
'Have her come in.'

Anne.

Hello, Gilbert.

I hope you don't mind
my coming to see you.

I had to.

You know, it's, it's wonderful
to see you again, Anne.

I've missed you terribly.

We mustn't talk about that.
I've promised Marilla that--

We've grown up
since then, Anne.

There's nothing
we can do, Gilbert.

And I owe them so much.
Now, more than ever.

Since Matthew's illness
they're almost destitute.

It'll be alright, Anne..

...darling.

Did you come to see me
about Doctor Terry?

Yes. How did you know?

Doctor Tatum told me
he was needed.

Then?

[instrumental music]

That's Doctor Terry.
I sent for him yesterday.

Gilbert.

- Hello, doctor.
- Hi, Gilbert?

Is he alright?
May I see him now?

I think he'll be alright.

I wouldn't get him
too excited, however.

[music continues]

Matthew.

Very interesting case.

Quite similar to one
I had in Paraguay.

Fine young man,
that Gilbert Blythe.

He might have been
my boy, once.

Marilla, where are you going?

To get Gilbert Blythe
and bring him right back here.

[music continues]