02x03 - The True Seeing is Within

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MAN:
Come on. Come on.

HORSE WHINNIES

MUSIC: "Ahead by a Century" by Tragically Hip
♪ First thing, we'd climb a tree ♪

♪ And maybe then we'd talk ♪

♪ Or sit silently ♪

♪ And listen to our thoughts ♪

♪ With illusions of someday ♪

♪ Cast in a golden light ♪

♪ No dress rehearsal ♪

♪ This is our life ♪

♪ You are ahead by a century ♪

- ♪ This is our life ♪
- ♪ You are ahead by a century ♪

ANNE:
Dear...

Gil..
SHE GASPS

No, no, no!

SHE SIGHS

I... O... U...

Paper.

Yes!

MARILLA: I am allowing you to go on
this trip against my better judgment.

Marilla, I assure you
that once I return from this adventure

you will realise your decision was correct.

- Adventure?
- Not an adventure per se.

A restrained travel endeavour

for personal edification
and familial socialisation.

And Gilbert's letter will be sent
across the sea to lands unknown.

Do not put me in a position
of having to defend

- any disruptive behaviour to Mrs Barry.
- Understood.

The Barrys are travelling there
for important business.

- Double-understood.
- Any foolishness will have conseque...

I will be as calm
as the Lake of Shining Waters

on a sunny day, or a moonlit night

depending on your preference.

HORSE SNORTS
- ANNE GASPS

Diana!

MARILLA: I suppose it'll be beneficial
to have some quiet time to think.

- MATTHEW: About the future, you mean?
- The boarders.

And how long they need to stay.

- They could.
- Hello.

We could go over the books together.

MATTHEW:
Mr Barry.

It's very kind of you to allow Anne

to accompany you
on your trip to Charlottetown.

Aunt Josephine expressed her enthusiasm
for seeing Anne again rather forcefully.

We couldn't possibly disappoint her.

You're certain about your decision to forego
the testing of the soil here at Green Gables?

MATTHEW GRUNTS

We're decided.

Ah, shame to miss out
on a golden opportunity.

MARILLA:
We have enough, Mr Barry.

That's for her train fare. That's both ways.

- Are you sure? We were happy to...
- Darling, leave well enough alone.

- We'd best be on our way.
- Of course.

Good day, Marilla, Matthew.

We'll take good care of dear Anne.

MARILLA:
Thank you. Safe travels.

ANNE:
Bye, Matthew! Bye, Marilla!

- MARILLA: Goodbye.
- MATTHEW: Bye now. Safe travels.

HE SIGHS

DOOR BANGS

NATE:
Know anything about this?

- About?
- Paper.

- There something you wanna tell me?
- I'm staying here. After the grift.

- Uh, you're a laugh riot.
- I'm staying.

- For good.
- What the hell?

- You setting me up, Jonesey?
- I'm asking for a gentleman's agreement.

When Barry gets back,
we split the bucks

shake hands, part ways.

Rat me out and walk away
with the entire kitty. No sale.

When we're done here, we're done.

Deal is, I get my inheritance
and I don't know a thing.

- How long you been planning this?
- I don't know.

- Since we arrived?
- No. It's just...

I belong here.

What makes you think
these people are going to accept you?

Haven't you been paying attention?
They already have.

You're not going to ruin this for me.

We both get what we want.

MARILLA:
Is everything alright?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

I'm fine.

I'm fine, thanks.

I didn't realise Anne
was already off to Charlottetown.

I was hoping to say goodbye.

I believe this belongs to you.

And I wonder if this is also yours?

Mm, no. I was never much of a drinker.

Perhaps it's Mr Dunlop's?

The poor man seems to have picked up
some nasty habits from his days as a soldier.

w*r can poison a man's mind.

Allow me to rid you of this filth.

MINNIE MAY:
I'm bored. When are we gonna be there?

Mr Barry, I know it's indecorous
to ask about financial matters

but I'm so curious about this gold business.

Yeah, well, what would you like to know?

ANNE:
Where to start?

ANNE: I'm bewitched by this notion
of how money moves from country to country.

It seems like magic.

MR BARRY:
I can see how you'd perceive it that way.

Minnie May, please be careful.

So your money travels
from England to Charlottetown?

It's like a telegram,
but with cash instead of words.

You must be receiving a substantial amount

since you're not only testing
your soil for gold, but you're also...

There will be enough
for many, many Avonlea families

to test the value of their land.

I believe a rising tide
should lift all boats.

Then you'll distribute the money
to those in the town

who want their soil tested as well?

Well, the money goes to Nathaniel.

He collects it directly in order to expedite
the process for everyone.

Mr Barry doesn't usually discuss
our finances.

Today's your lucky day, Anne.

DIANA GROANS
Stop it!

Minnie May, please be respectful
of where everyone is sitting.

Know your place.

IN SILLY VOICE:
Sorry, Mother.

MRS BARRY:
Minnie May, for heaven's sake!

JERRY GASPS

NATE:
Hey, kid.

You still learning how to spell?

So? Y-E-S or N-O?

Oui.

What, you've never seen booze before?

Aren't you a Frenchy? I thought
they started you early on that stuff.

We don't keep alcohol in the house.
Um, we-we're Catholic.

Come here.

Sit with me.

Sit with me, little froggy!

There we are.

And there you go.

Drink up kid. It'll make work go faster.

No, thank you.

Have a taste.

What, you scared?

- No.
- Then drink.

Come on, it'll put hair on your chest.

Um, I should get back to work.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're too young to drink.

NATE CHUCKLES

TRAIN WHISTLE SOUNDS

Minnie May, this is your final warning!

JERRY SOBS

MATTHEW:
Jerry?

JERRY SNIFFS

JERRY:
I'm sorry, Mr Cuthbert.

MATTHEW:
What are you, what are you sorry for?

JERRY: I know I made a hardship
for you in Charlottetown.

MATTHEW:
You mean, back at Christmas time?

When I lost the money from the horse.

If I'd been smarter...
If I'd been more careful...

Maybe I could have run away from them...

Are you talking
about the men who b*at you up?

Why're you thinking about that now?

I... I should've stop them.

MATTHEW:
No.

They were... they were grown men.
They were bad men.

Not your fault.

Yes, it is.

If I hadn't lost the money,
you wouldn't have to take in the boarders.

And you didn't do anything wrong, my son.

JERRY SOBS

MATTHEW:
Never mind now. Never mind.

Never mind.

MARILLA GASPS

MATTHEW:
Anything the matter?

I don't know.

Is anything the matter with you?

MATTHEW:
I don't know.

Jerry, he's um...

He's troubled about the boarders.

He's not the only one.

Thank you for helping me
send this, Rollings.

Official-looking correspondence.

It was important to me

that the form of the letter match
its contents.

This could be life-changing for Gilbert.

JOSEPHINE: Well, Rollings will investigate
the boy's whereabouts, won't you, Rollings?

I've said I would, yes.

If he's indeed on a steamship

it shouldn't be too much trouble
to discover which one

and where it will dock next.

I may need to spread a few coins
in the process.

JOSEPHINE: Yes, yes,
grease whatever palms you need to.

To think that my words will be sent
across an ocean, delivering news of gold!

SHE GIGGLES

Is that the gold certificate?

Did Nathaniel want me to have it
for my banking transaction?

- No.
- It's a letter, sir.

The one we've just discussed.

At length. Moments ago.

- Rollings.
- MR BARRY: It looks like it.

MRS BARRY:
Perhaps you're overtired, dear?

Best to set that aside.

It's medicinal.

HE GRUNTS

MR BARRY SLURS:
Time to retire. Come along, dear.

Come along, Minnie May.

MINNIE MAY:
Night, night.

If you ask me,
this gold business is a load of hogwash.

Though it is my fond hope that I'm wrong.

Why do you say that?

The tenor of it all reminds me
of another town that had gold fever.

- Here on Prince Edward Island?
- Yes, a town up north.

Cape Wolfe. About a decade ago, I think.

I don't remember the details,
but I remember the mood.

- What happened?
- Nothing. It was a bust.

DIANA:
Have you told Father?

Oh, uh, he's never taken kindly
to my advice... about anything.

Oh, as I recall, it was a story
that was covered in the Island Announcer.

Newspaper articles about the gold,
and then the unfortunate lack of it...

Oh, it ran for weeks.

Quite the fiasco.

Father is convinced of it.
He says this is a very exciting prospect.

I'm sure he's done his due diligence.

MATTHEW:
A good harvest.

MARILLA:
Merciful Lord.

MATTHEW:
We have a bit of a cushion now

even after paying back the bank.

No real need for extra income, then.

No real need.

Be nice to have things
a bit more quiet again.

- And back to normal.
- Mm.

It would indeed.

I can't stop thinking
about the terrible possibility of gold fever.

It sounds so... feverish.

Don't get a fever otherwise you're gonna get
smelly onions on your feet.

It's worrisome. We need more information.

If only there was a way to read
those old articles.

Diana...

what if tomorrow we E-S-C-A-P-E
so we can V-I-S-I-T...

- The N-E-W-S-P-A-P-E-R.
- No fair!

- To I-N-V-E-S-T-I-G-A-T-E.
- No fair at all!

Shh!

Go to sleep.

MINNIE MAY:
Horse... Horse.

MRS BARRY:
Plenty of those in Charlottetown.

ANNE:
It's a splendidly busy city.

DIANA:
Yes, it's all rather exciting.

ANNE:
I love Charlottetown.

DIANA GIGGLES

Really, do you have nothing
more interesting than this?

- WOMAN: What else did you have in mind?
- As I said, something interesting.

To clarify,
something that doesn't bore me to tears.

This velvet has absolutely no drape.

What do you have in a higher price range?
Something of quality.

This feels like a cat. Meow.

Oh. Minnie May.

I've seen Mother in this mood before.

When she's angry at father, she becomes
very passionate about home decor.

- How long do you think her passion will last?
- Long enough.

Not the mustard.

Good afternoon, sir.

We were hoping you'd point us
in the direction of your archives.

Archives?

Uh, where you keep the old copies
of the newspapers.

I'm well-apprised of the concept
of an archive.

What's confusing me is your ignorance
of spatial relationships.

Use your young eyes.

Does it look like we have the room
to keep a functioning newspaper archive?

There's no archive.

We have a veritable Sherlock Holmes
on our hands!

Excellent powers of deduction, young lady.

In that case...

do you happen to remember anything
about the story of gold in Cape Wolfe?

Age and memory do not go hand in hand.

But, you might have some luck
with, um, Malcolm Frost.

- He covered the story.
- A bona fide reporter.

MAN:
A naturalist.

He wrote the pieces
because he was concerned, as I recall.

But you best to talk to him.

He frequents the pub down the block.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you very much.

MAN:
Girls...

Tread lightly.

He never recovered.

ANNE: Never recovered from what,
do you suppose?

- The gold?
- DIANA: Aunt Jo said it was a fiasco.

ANNE: Do you suppose
his spirit is broken?

This is it. Here we go.

MEN CHATTER

That's gotta be him.

DIANA:
Dear me.

Uh, excuse me, sir.
Uh, we're sorry to intrude.

Uh, are you Mr Malcolm Frost?

I'll take another.

Mr Frost, you covered a story about gold
for the Island Announcer ten years ago?

Thirteen.

But I don't talk about my work anymore.
Good day.

May I ask why not?

See, that question sets me up to talk

which not one second ago
I said I would not do.

I'll talk then.

Everyone in our town, Avonlea,
has gold fever.

Apparently everyone in Cape Wolfe had
gold fever too.

- But there was no gold.
- Incorrect.

- What part is incorrect?
- Hopefully the no gold part.

A year of my life that I'll never get back.

Barkeep?

I'm scared, Anne, we should go.

Sir, please.
Is there anything you can tell us?

I'm sorry you're sad...

and I'm also sorry to disturb you
from your sadness.

I know how difficult that can be.

But if you can tell us anything at all
about the gold we'd be much obliged.

Educate yourselves. Quietly.

How beautiful.

Your handwriting is so neat.

You have an organised mind, Mr Frost.
I admire that.

These sketches remind me
a bit of the book that Nate gave me.

Uh, Nate's the geologist
who found gold in the soil of Avonlea.

He showed me the gold under his microscope
but I couldn't see anything.

You didn't see any gold?

Once I learn more about the topic

I'll be better able to perceive
what's right in front of me.

Gold is very shiny.

The particles were very small.

Or not there.

HE SIGHS
You're aggravating but you don't seem dumb.

Or blind.

If there was gold you, would have seen it.

- No, I...
- See, right... right away.

No one listens to reason.
That's why I didn't want to talk about this.

You came here specifically to talk to me
about this specific topic

then I tell you something true

something I know because of decades
of research, and you say no.

I'll tell you something right now,
since you insist on me telling you something

I'd bet my last dollar
that your town will do exactly

what everyone in Cape Wolfe did.

Yes, there are trace amounts
of gold in the soil of PEI.

No, it's not enough
to justify the cost of digging.

Even if you mined for years,
it wouldn't be enough.

Your foolish town will repeat history.

What company is
this so-called geologist working for?

I don't know. He never said.

Did he ever talk numbers?

Calculate how much gold
a ton of ore would produce?

- No.
- MR FROST: Why not? I'll tell you why.

A ton of ore anywhere on this island
would only reap to cents of profit.

One ton.

Forty cents.

That'll buy you two dozen eggs.

But we don't buy our eggs.
We have chickens.

NATE:
I can 't talk about it!

Shh.

Diana...

why didn't Nate let me accompany
him on his excavations?

Because there's no gold.

Why was the gold chapter
the only well-loved chapter

in the whole geology book?

Because he studied it
to fabricate a gold discovery.

Why did your father think that my letter
to Gilbert was the official gold certificate?

You got me there.

Because I wrote it on paper
I nicked from Nate's room.

The same paper as the certificate.

And he had an embosser.

From New York. He must have forged it.

- Why didn't I put any of this together?
- Let me ask you this.

Who have you been listening to recently?

Everyone around here...

or that person in here?

I'm a child, Mr Frost.

MR FROST:
Poppycock. Children are pure instinct.

You should've trusted yourself.
Seems to me you've got it all figured out.

NATE:
You wanna come at me?

I 've been carrying your dead weight
for five years!

- Nate and Mr Dunlop are working together.
- What?

How is that possible?

I heard them fight
and it was the fight of two people

who've known each other
for a long time.

Where there's one huckster,
there's bound to be another.

They're criminals. They used Green Gables
to bamboozle the whole town.

Grifters. Bottom of the barrel.

We have to let your parents know
before it's too late.

MR FROST:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

This one has some clean pages left.

Take notes as you explore your life.

It'll help you make sense of it.
Keep honing those instincts.

They're crucial.

Thank you, Mr Frost. Truly.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Diana? Diana!

Diana!

- Diana!
- Mother!

- ANNE: We have discovered something awful.
- DIANA: About the gold!

What were you doing in that establishment?

DIANA:
Please, listen to us!

Thank you, Officer. We'll be on our way.

- Bye-bye.
- OFFICER: Goodbye.

Mother, I understand we caused you a fright
but I promise we have good intentions.

We went there to talk to Mr Malcolm Frost
about the gold.

What you learned from a strange man
in a public house is of no consequence.

- But mother...
- I will hear none of it.

You were improper.

You disobeyed me.

You fraternised with a stranger

a male stranger, unchaperoned!

Mr Frost knows more about gold
on the island than any of us.

How could you possibly think
that you have the right to insert yourself

into this complicated financial matter?

You are a child.

You are not allowed to utter one word
until we are back in Avonlea.

Mother, you're making a mistake!

- A mistake? How dare you?
- Mrs Barry...

If I hear one more word from either of you,
your friendship will be over for good.

Now come along.

MR DUNLOP:
♪ The friends we love ♪

♪ The friends we love... ♪

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

MR DUNLOP:
♪ The friends we love... ♪

- You sure you don't need any help with supper?
- I do not.

MR DUNLOP:
♪ The friends we love... ♪

Oh, Matthew. I'm a bit at sixes and sevens.

I've gotten used to being in the kitchen.

I'm in your way.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Thank you for the dance.

Seems like I'm in everyone's way.

Guess I should head up,
make myself presentable.

It's time for them to go.

Now.

We'll tell them at supper.

MR DUNLOP:
I have some happy news.

I've found a plot of land nearby
that's perfect for my needs.

NATE:
Land, eh?

Gonna build a gingerbread house, Mr Dunlop?

You know, what's lovely is

the walk from there to Green Gables
is only a half hour.

Six months from now,
when my house is finished

I'll remain close to you
in both geography and spirit.

Matthew and I have decided

it's time for you to find other
accommodations.

It's time for Green Gables
to get back to normal.

It may, um...

take me a little while
to find someplace else.

We're happy to give you a day or two,
get organised.

NATE:
Not to worry, friend.

We're in this together, hm?

MR DUNLOP:
♪ When we remember ♪

♪ The friends we love... ♪

Mr Dunlop,
shouldn't you be using this time to pack?

It's Anne. I'm baking her favourite.

I can't wait to hear
all about her adventure.

MRS BARRY: And I am not against
a child's right to curiosity

VOICE ECHOES:
but Anne continues to coerce...

- NATE: Always a pleasure.
- MR BARRY: Here it is. It's all there.

VOICE MUTED

MARILLA:
Anne?

Anne?

Anne!

Please thank your hosts.

Thank you.

Marilla, I need to talk to you
about Nate and Mr...

We missed you so much.
There's a lot of catching up to do.

I made this for you special.

You must be tired and hungry.

I'm fine.

Mr Dunlop, I kindly ask you
to leave my kitchen

so I can attend to supper.

Come and help me, Anne.

ANNE:
Malcolm Frost.

He was the naturalist
who reported on the story.

He said there was never
any possibility of gold

anywhere on Prince Edward Island!

They know.

Nate and Dunlop have been working together.

They used Green Gables, Marilla.

- They used us. They're grifters.
- I believe you, Anne.

I believe you.

NATE:
We believe you too, Anne.

- MARILLA GASPS
- ANNE: No.

MUFFLED CRIES

MATTHEW:
You worked hard today, Jerry.

Just go on home to your family.
Be well.

Merci, Mr Cuthbert.

Uh, so as you know, the boarders...

they'll be moving on.

THEY GRUNT

BELL RINGS

MUFFLED CRY

- They took the g*n.
- MARILLA: Where's Anne?

I looked upstairs. They're gone!

I'll go for help.

HE GRUNTS

Where do you think you're going, froggy?

It was you.

It was you!

NATE:
Let's go.

I never liked you.

Give me the money.

Sure thing.

- Let me get your half.
- All of it.

- Jonesey... let's...
- This is all your fault.

How is this my fault?
The kid tipped the grift.

MR DUNLOP:
You turned them against me.

- All I wanted was to stay.
- NATE: Snap out of it.

This isn't on me.

They knew we were working together.

- MATTHEW: Down yonder! Veer the left.
- MAN: Come on, boy!

Come on!

- Go on, boy!
- MAN : This way.

MAN:
Hyah!

There's no life there for you.

They liked me.

Everyone, they liked me.

NATE:
Jonesey, we gotta get going.

Hey, we'll find a whole new grift.

Just you and me,
just like old times...

There is no me and you!

I'm taking the money

and I'm gonna buy a house with land
somewhere beautiful!

g*n CLICKS

NATE CRIES OUT

MR DUNLOP CRIES OUT

HE SCREAMS

HE GROANS

There you go, buddy.
I made your wish come true.

- You get to stay in Avonlea forever.
- MR DUNLOP MOANS

Yea, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil for thou art with me...

MAN:
Come on. Come on.

MAN :
Over here!

MAN :
What is it? What have we got?

MATTHEW:
Careful now.

- There's someone on the ground.
- MAN : Whoa!

MATTHEW:
Jerry? Jerry?

JERRY GROANS

- Jerry?
- JERRY GRUNTS

MR DUNLOP:
I'm down here!

- MATTHEW: Jerry?
- MAN: We got someone in the hole!

- MR DUNLOP: Help me out of here!
- MATTHEW: You alright?

MAN :
What have we got?

MATTHEW:
Got yourself a nice goose egg there.

At least this time I tried to stop them.

- You're a good lad.
- MAN : Get him out of there!

Jerry... well done.

JERRY WINCES AND GROANS

They're the ones
who robbed me in Charlottetown.

- MATTHEW: And you had a feeling.
- MR DUNLOP GROANS

MR DUNLOP GROANS AND WINCES

MR DUNLOP:
It was Nate. He orchestrated everything.

MATTHEW:
Quiet now.

MR DUNLOP:
No. I was a victim, too.

Are you forgetting?
I pitched in $ like everyone else.

Avonlea was to be my home!

That's enough now, Mr Dunlop,
or whoever you are.

And what of the money?

MATTHEW:
It's gone.

MR DUNLOP:
He took it. Nate took it.

I'm telling you, I'm a victim, too!

All of it?

I'm sorry, William.
Things'll be tight for all of us for a while.

- MATTHEW: Time to get you home, Jerry.
- THEY GRUNT

Matthew said you tried to stop them.

All this time,
I couldn't remember who they were.

And then, all of a sudden, like I...

I did.

It was very brave of you.

MARILLA:
I wish you'd be rid of that book.

This is a period best forgotten.

I'm not sure I agree with you, Marilla.

Take this rock as an example.

Nate's book taught me that it's iron pyrite.

Fool's gold.

If you perceive it in a certain light,
it looks like real gold.

It does if you're foolish enough
to trick yourself

into seeing something that isn't real.

All we can do is our best, Marilla,
regardless of what we know or don't know.

That's true enough.

ANNE: I believe there's always
a bit of good in any situation

even a bad one.

I think it builds character.

MARILLA:
Easier said than done.

But I suppose that's
a fine way of looking at things.

Malcolm Frost recommends
I trust my intuition, and I plan to.

Hm... Fancy.

So, what it say?

There's gold in Avonlea?