(insects chirping)
(bird whistling)
(peaceful music)
(gentle music)
- [Janet] Now, I want you all to behave yourselves
while we're away in Charlottetown.
No shenanigans, now, do you hear?
- [Felix] Oh, mama, you don't have to worry.
We won't do anything we wouldn't usually do.
- [Janet] (laughs) That's exactly what I'm afraid of.
- [Sara] I always wondered who lived there.
It looks positively haunted.
- [Felix] That's Old Lady Lloyd's place.
She's rolling in money.
- [Alec] The Lloyds used to hold
the biggest parties on the island.
- [Janet] Well, enough about Margaret Lloyd.
Now, drop off these old clothes in the mission box
and head straight over to your Aunt Hetty's.
She's expecting you for lunch.
- Ooh, Old Lady Lloyd is living proof
that money doesn't buy happiness.
They say she hasn't smiled once in her entire life.
- Why not?
- [Alec] Oh, nobody really knows.
She hasn't seen anyone for years.
- If I lived in a place like that, I'd be so embarrassed.
I wouldn't set foot out of my house, either.
- Now, that'd be an improvement.
- I can assure you that you won't find me smiling
if I hear that any one of you children
has given even a stitch of trouble to Hetty.
And Cecily, dear, please remember
to make your bed in the morning,
and honestly, Felix, if I hear
a single word-- - We must get going, dear.
Goodbye, children.
We'll see you tomorrow.
(cheerful music)
(gentle music)
- [Peg] I brought you some food.
(Margaret coughs)
You should eat better.
If you won't care for yourself,
you'll only have yourself to blame.
And I've left you some herbs for your rheumatism.
I'll be back tomorrow to collect you some firewood.
And you should be pickin' those beans I planted for you.
Mind you take care of that cough.
It's an ill wind that blows no good.
(Margaret coughs)
- [Felicity] Sara, we can't go in there.
That's trespassing.
- [Sara] But if Old Lady Lloyd never comes out of her house,
then maybe she's dead and nobody knows it.
- Maybe she only comes out at night when the moon is full
and pounces on little children.
- [Cecily] Stop it, Felix.
- Come on, don't be such a bunch of fraidy-cats.
(tense music)
- [Sara] Wait, Felix.
I'm not afraid.
If there are any dead people in there, I want to see them.
- I don't think we should.
(gasps) It's Peg Bowen, the witch of Avonlea.
Run for your life.
Come on, Sara, run.
Peg Bowen's in there, I saw her.
She gave me a look that would freeze your blood.
Sara's still in there.
- You were just making all of that up.
You never saw Peg Bowen.
Now who's the fraidy-cat?
You're just afraid to go in there.
- Oh, yeah?
- Come on, Cecily.
We can't miss this.
- [Cecily] Do you think Felix really saw the witch?
- [Felicity] Don't be silly.
(suspenseful music)
- [Cecily] Aunt Hetty's expecting us for lunch.
- [Felicity] Come on, Felix, you've proved your point.
Now, let's go.
Felix, I said let's go.
- [Felix] You think you're so smart, Felicity.
Well, I'm not afraid of anything.
- Felix, just because mother and father aren't here
doesn't mean you can do whatever you want.
(tense music)
- Look at this.
- Felix!
(suspenseful music)
- [Felix] Come on, Sara, run, I hear somebody coming.
(Sara screams)
- Felix!
I'm caught!
- Vandal, guttersnipe.
I have you now.
- [Sara] Ow.
Please let go, you're hurting me.
Ow, my knee hurts.
- Come on, Felix, we have to get help.
- Blood's been spilt, it must be seen to.
You know nothing of the curse, child.
- Curse?
What curse?
- This house has been consecrated by human blood.
- [Sara] Blood?
What blood?
Ow.
(eerie music)
- That's far enough.
Sit here.
You'll be quite comfortable in that chair.
It was my uncle's favorite.
He died in it from a stroke.
(Margaret coughing)
That's him hanging on the wall.
(Margaret coughing)
I told you not to move.
I'm not accustomed to people
popping up and down like jack-in-the-boxes.
- What is that?
- It's a herbal remedy Peg Bowen gave her.
- The witch?
- If Peg Bowen's a witch, then I'm the Queen of England.
- But the Queen's dead.
- And soon I will be too.
That's quite a wound.
I hope you've learned your lesson, young lady.
- What's that?
No, it might be someone for me.
- [Margaret] Shh.
- Cousin Margaret, you startled me.
- Caught you red-handed, slinking into my house
like the weasel you are, Andrew Cameron.
- The back gate was open.
I took the liberty of coming in.
- Get out the way you came.
I warned you before about invading my privacy.
Go on, before I bring the Lloyd curse
thundering down around your ears.
- Now, just calm yourself.
Please, understand, I want to help.
- I don't want your help.
Now, get away.
- Margaret, I can't stand to see you
living like a pauper all alone.
Please-- - Oh, be off with you
before I really lose my temper
and knock you into the middle of next week.
(tense music)
Stop, where are you going, child?
I haven't finished with you yet.
Stop!
Come back here.
Silly creature.
- [Hetty] You children can't be left along for one minute.
Oh, let a body catch her breath, will you?
- Sara, there she is, there's Sara.
- [Cecily] Sara, are you all right?
You're limping.
- [Felix] Ugh, what did she do to you?
- She took me into her house.
- What's it like?
- Well, it's dark and dingy.
She says it's cursed.
- Ooh, thank goodness you came out alive.
- Sara Stanley.
What is that revolting concoction all over your knee?
- It's some sort of mixture
that Peg Bowen gave to Miss Lloyd.
- Peg Bowen.
Oh, that lunatic vagrant.
What business had you trespassing
in Margaret Lloyd's backyard anyway?
- We thought that Miss Lloyd was dead.
Now, Felix didn't mean to break the window.
- What window?
- You didn't tell her about the window?
- It was already half broken anyway.
- Don't you try to fast-talk me, Felix King.
Now, march.
- [Felix] Ow, that hurts.
She's just rolling in money, anyway.
- If that's the way you carry on about your elders,
I only wonder what you must say about me behind my back.
(tense music)
(gentle piano music)
Heavens above, what's that?
That's music, that's what it is.
And it's coming from my house.
- Oh, Hetty, I did hope you wouldn't mind, really, I did.
Andrew helped me take the cover off so I could tune it,
and I just couldn't resist playing a little.
- That was Ruth's piano.
You know I won't hear of anyone else laying a finger on it.
Sara Stanley, go into the kitchen and, and wash off--
- Do you mean this was my mother's piano?
These very keys were touched by her hands?
- What do you think she played it with, her feet?
- Sara, leave that piano alone.
Olivia, I want you to cover it up, decently, the way it was,
- But Sylvia will need it to practice on.
- No, she can't practice on it.
You ought to have thought of that before you invited her.
Just because a woman's musical
doesn't mean she can expect pianos wherever she goes.
- Who's Sylvia?
- She is an extraordinarily gifted singer and a dear friend.
Hetty, you're being so insensitive.
The piano would help her to feel at home.
Poor soul, she doesn't have a relative left in the world.
- Please don't cover it up again, Aunt Hetty.
It would be just like mother died all over again.
- That's the last straw.
If I hear one more peep out of either of you about death,
I shall put you to bed without supper.
- Peep.
- That's it.
I meant what I said, Felix King, bed with no supper.
- And Sara, I will not tolerate any more of your theatrics.
- But we really shouldn't cover it up again, Hetty.
Ruth would have wanted other people to enjoy the piano,
especially her only daughter.
- Please, Aunt Hetty.
- Oh, very well.
- Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- All this fuss about a ridiculous piano,
not a thought given to dinner.
Where's my apron, Olivia?
Off to bed with you, Felix King.
- [Felix] Couldn't I just have a crust or something?
- [Hetty] Not one crumb.
Now, move.
- If you hadn't opened your big, fat mouth about the window,
she wouldn't have been so wound up in the first place.
- And you never, ever say anything worth listening to,
Felix King, not even by accident.
- At least I don't go squealing like a little piggy
all the way to Aunt Hetty.
You're just as guilty.
- Well, I didn't break any windows.
- You think you can sweet-talk your way out of anything.
Well, I wish you'd never come to King Farm.
- [Andrew K.] Felix.
- Your mouth is going to hang you one day.
- And you know something else?
I'm glad your mother's not here,
so I don't have to listen to her and you thumping
on that stupid old piano and snivellin' up to Aunt Hetty.
You think you can weasel your way in here.
Well, no one wanted you here in the first place
'cause your father's a, a throw-up and an emburglar.
- You vile, despicable worm, Felix King.
I'll never forgive you.
- How would you feel
if someone said that about your parents?
(somber music)
(birds squawking)
Your dinner's getting cold.
Aunt Hetty's afraid your leg's affected your appetite.
- I'm perfectly all right.
- Look, you said it.
Felix's mouth always gets the better of him.
He never thinks before he talks.
- He meant what he said.
- Remember the time they tricked us
into falling through the barn floor?
You said, don't get angry, get even.
(sullen music)
- Tell Aunt Hetty I'll be in in a minute.
I just have to collect myself.
- I've never met a real singer before.
What should I say?
Should I curtsy?
(Olivia laughs)
- Is Sylvia famous, Aunt Olivia?
- Oh, not yet, but she will be one day.
She has the most exquisite voice.
- I'm not going to set foot on this buggy
unless a certain person gets off it.
- Sara, we do not have time for this.
Sylvia's already arrived in town.
We don't want to be late.
- Either Felix goes or I go.
- Don't make him get off, Sara.
- Felix wants to make up.
- What do you expect from a pig but a grunt.
- Well, don't let me hold you up.
I don't want to see no high and mighty performer.
- Sara, that is no way to behave.
Cousins ought to be as close to one another
as brothers and sisters.
- And Sara's not even a real cousin yet.
Wait till they really get to know each other.
(gentle music)
- Sylvia?
- How are you?
Oh, it's so good to see you.
- I'm sorry we're late.
Oh, you look just as attractive as ever.
- Well, look at you.
When everyone else is 100, you'll still look 18.
- Now, come and meet my nieces, Felicity and Cecily King.
- Pleased to meet you, Miss Gray.
- [Cecily] you're awful pretty, Miss Grey.
- Oh, what delightful young ladies.
- And this is my dear niece, Sara Stanley.
- How do you do, Miss Grey?
I can tell by your hat that you are extremely talented.
- Oh, how kind of you, Sara.
I do hope I can live up to its pretentions.
First impressions are so important, don't you think?
And I did so want to make a good impression
on your Aunt Hetty.
- Oh.
- I felt it only fitting to be appropriately hatted.
(Olivia laughs)
- I promise you, she's not half as silly
as she may appear on the surface.
- Don't believe her.
(women giggling)
- [Olivia] And this is my nephew, Andrew King,
who's staying at King Farm.
- [Sylvia] How do you do, Andrew?
- [Andrew K] It's a great honor to meet you, Miss Grey.
- Andrew, could you drive the buggy home with the luggage?
I thought we'd stroll back through the woods with Sylvia.
- Sure.
- Yes, and we can enjoy the air.
Why, the air here positively sparkles.
It's so good for the lungs.
- Yes, and I'll show you all the old haunts
that I used to write to you about.
- And we'll be carefree and giddy as schoolgirls again.
- Okay.
- Well, come, come, ladies.
Olivia's told me so much about you,
I feel as if I know you all intimately.
Come.
♪ Did you ever see a lassie, a lassie, a lassie ♪
♪ Did you ever see a lassie go this way and that ♪
(sullen music)
- [Peg] I'm near done.
I've got enough firewood to last a while.
(women laughing)
- So, I stepped up to her wearing my very best organdy dress
and the sweetest smile I could muster,
and she took one look at me and sighed, saying,
my stars, Miss Grey, how you've changed.
You were always the most beautiful baby.
- [Olivia] Oh no!
- Why, lantanas!
My father always said that Avonlea glimmered with them.
- [Olivia] Did he?
That's strange.
This is the only place I can remember seeing them grow.
- Ah, they're so beautiful.
What a shame they don't grow everywhere.
(sullen music)
- Sylvia, you never mentioned your father lived here before.
- [Sylvia] Yes, he taught here
for one term more than 30 years ago.
He always said, though,
it was the happiest time of his life.
- I seen the way you looked at that girl.
Do you know her?
- She reminded me of someone a long time ago.
(children laughing)
- [Felix] Sara.
- Felix, I'd like you to meet Sylvia Grey.
She's dying to be introduced.
- How do you do, Miss Grey?
- Very well, thank you.
Is that rose for me?
How kind of you, Felix.
- [Olivia] Now, come along and meet Janet and Alec King.
- Hetty's invited them-- - I meant the rose
for you, Sara.
I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.
- [Sylvia] Is my hair all right?
- It's just that Aunt Hetty said I couldn't have supper.
- Anyone who takes refuge in the stomach
is not worth listening to.
(gentle piano music)
- Is something wrong, Sylvia?
- No, it's nothing, really.
- Sylvia Grey, I know you better than that.
What is it?
- I don't know.
I'm just a born see-saw.
One day I'm wonderfully up about something
and the next I'm in the depths of despair
sure that I've made the wrong decision.
- Well, what is it, what's wrong?
- Well, I've been offered a good, sensible job
as a good, sensible music teacher,
but I can't make myself feel happy about it.
Ever since I was a little girl,
I've wanted to become a singer.
When father died, he left me enough money
to complete my musical studies at the Royal Conservatory.
Well, that income's exhausted now,
and I'm torn between chasing a dream
and facing the realities of supporting myself
for the rest of my life.
- Well, that's not so hard.
Why, you've sung at all rinds of events,
and audiences have always raved about you.
- Yes, but none of them ever paid to hear me.
Oh, Olivia, who knows if I even have what it takes
to become a concert singer anyway?
- Oh, but I know you do.
There is a dear little man in Carmody with a terrible lisp.
Now, he always stands up publicly at prayer meetings
and testifies, why shine like a candlestick
when you can shine like an electric star?
(women laughing)
- Olivia, you're just as incorrigible as ever.
(cheerful music)
♪ Did you ever see a lassie, a lassie, a lassie ♪
♪ Did you ever see a lassie go this way and that ♪
(Sylvia laughs)
- [Olivia] Uh, what about this one?
(gentle piano music)
♪ Alas, my love ♪
♪ You do me wrong ♪
♪ To cast me off discourteously ♪
♪ When I have loved you so long ♪
♪ Delighting in your company ♪
♪ Greensleeves was all my joy ♪
♪ And Greensleeves was my delight ♪
♪ Greensleeves was my heart of gold ♪
- Miss Lloyd?
♪ And who but my ♪
- [Sara] Miss Lloyd, wait, come back.
♪ Greensleeves ♪
(sullen music)
(women laughing)
- The note says, for Sylvia.
- Lantanas for me?
Who on earth would have sent me flowers?
- I told you you had more admirers than you realized.
- Felix King, stay right where you are.
- Gee, what did I do now?
I've done all the chores Aunt Hetty gave me.
- Someone must have told you I had a passion for lantanas.
Well, I'll put them in water right away,
and I'll wear them in my hair to church on Sunday.
What a dear, sweet boy.
- I'm glad you like 'em.
- That was so sweet of him, Olivia.
- (laughs) I'll get you some water to put them in.
- You never left that note.
You still write like a baby.
- I never said I did.
What's it to you, anyway?
- Mind your own business and I'll mind mine.
- Watch it don't rain with your nose in the air like that.
You might drown.
(cow moos)
(birds squawking)
(sullen music)
- [Margaret] Go away.
- I only came to tell you
how thrilled Miss Grey was by the flowers.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- She said that they were her father's favorite flower,
that they reminded him of Avonlea.
She has a beautiful voice, doesn't she?
- Why are you so set on pestering me?
- Miss Lloyd, I'd only like to be your friend.
- Come in and be quick about it before someone notices you.
I warn you, though,
you're not to breathe a word of this to anyone.
- I did so enjoy discussing
your ancestors with you the other day.
I'm sure you have heaps more relatives,
all with colorful pasts.
(sullen music)
I'm sure you only entertain
the very best people in society.
That's a portrait of my Great-Aunt Sara Lloyd.
One night, she was brushing her hair in the north wing
when it caught fire from her candle,
and she ran shrieking down the hall wrapped in flames.
All part of the curse, my dear, the curse.
Tragic, though.
- Did Sylvia Grey's father ever visit here, Miss Lloyd?
- Never you mind who came here and who didn't.
What do you know about Richard Grey, you little minx?
- Well, I know that he was a schoolteacher here
many years ago, and that he spoke of it
as being the golden time in his life.
I also know that he's dead,
and Sylvia still seems very distraught over his passing
'cause she's all alone in the world now.
(tense music)
She lost her mother when she was a baby.
You obviously knew him very well.
I'm sorry.
It must be troublesome to speak of a past
filled with so much music and romance.
- There was music once and some romance.
- I can see that you've had to sell off
many of your treasures.
How well I know the shame of a great--
- Hold your tongue.
I won't tolerate any more wheedling into my private matters.
- You should be more sociable then.
I think I know something you will enjoy.
Sylvia Grey is singing a solo at church this Sunday.
The church will be packed,
and you ought to come and see her.
- I wouldn't dream of setting foot inside that church
and letting people know that Margaret Lloyd
has been reduced to wearing out-of-date silk dresses.
I, who once set the fashion on the island.
But if you're going,
why don't you come back next week and tell me all about it?
- I'm not going to tell you another word about Sylvia Grey
that you can't already find out for yourself.
- Why, you impertinent young wren.
I, I was in two minds as to whether to let you in or not.
And don't you dare tell anyone
about what you've seen of my circumstances.
(peaceful organ music)
♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪
♪ I once was lost ♪
♪ But now am found ♪
♪ Was blind, but now I see ♪
♪ 'Twas grace that taught ♪
♪ My heart to fear ♪
♪ And grace my fears relieved ♪
♪ How precious ♪
♪ Did that grace appear ♪
♪ The hour I first believed ♪
- Wait.
Didn't you like Sylvia's singing?
- I should never have come.
- What do you mean?
- That Miss Lloyd.
Doesn't darken the door of a church for umpteen years,
then she can't wait to high-tail it out again.
- Well, I was amazed that she walked in
wearing those old clothes.
She may be a miser, but I think it's eccentricity.
- Some people think they're too good
to walk the same earth as the rest of us,
let alone attend the same church.
- [Mrs. Sloane] Hmm.
- My dear Miss Grey, the collection plates
are simply spilling over, and I am deeply, deeply moved.
- Oh, how nice.
- Miss Grey, I'm Mrs. Lawson,
head of the women's church group,
and every year we sponsor some young talent
for the Cameron Musical Competition.
Well, with your superb voice,
I think that you could be a prime contender.
- Oh, why, Mrs. Lawson, you take my breath away.
- I thought I might.
- [Olivia] Sara, why did you run out of church?
Was that really Miss Lloyd
I saw you talking with outside in the yard?
- [Sara] Yes.
- She has never been to church in my recollection.
(sighs) She comes from a very rich family.
They founded this town.
- Oh, she's not rich at all.
Her house hardly has a stick of furniture in it.
- Now, Sara Stanley, how on earth do you know all this?
- Girls!
Girls!
What news I have to tell.
- [Sara] What?
- It's the opportunity of a lifetime.
Now, I suppose everyone around here
knows about Andrew Cameron, the millionaire.
- Yes.
- Every year he sends one musician or singer
to perform on a concert tour of Europe
under the tutelage of the finest impresarios.
The Avonlea Ladies Guild wants to sponsor me
as their candidate for the Cameron Competition.
- Oh, Sylvia, that's uncanny.
That's fate.
Oh, I know in my soul you're gonna win.
How opportune that you sang in church this morning.
- Yes, and do you know who came to hear you?
- No, who?
- Miss Lloyd.
- Not Miss Margaret Lloyd?
- Yes, she, do you know her?
- Yes.
I'm sure if she knew who I was,
she'd never come to hear me sing.
- Oh, no, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to meet you.
(peaceful music)
- [Sylvia] Father always talked of Margaret Lloyd
as being a great beauty.
- [Sara] Well, why didn't they get married?
- [Sylvia] Well, they agreed to become secretly engaged.
Then father left Avonlea to make his fortune,
and quite suddenly her letters stopped.
(horse neighs)
- [Olivia] Sara, you have the nerve of a canal horse.
(Sara knocking)
- [Sara] Miss Lloyd, are you in there?
I brought Sylvia Grey to see you.
- [Margaret] Who?
- Sylvia Grey.
- Go away, please.
- But she wants to meet you.
Please open the door.
(tense music)
Oh, for heaven's sake, Miss Lloyd.
- Miss Lloyd, I'm Richard Grey's daughter.
You remember him, don't you?
He spoke of you often.
He told me if I ever came to the island
that I should call on you.
- [Sara] Miss Lloyd?
- [Olivia] Sara, stop it.
- She has to meet Sylvia.
- We've got to respect her privacy.
Leave the poor woman alone.
(sullen music)
- Hurry, girls, we'll be late.
Come along, now, no dawdling.
Oh, Olivia you've got too much color.
People will think you're painted.
- Aunt Hetty, for pity's sake,
I can tell you're just as excited about this as I am.
Now, this means a lot to everybody,
and don't spoil it for the children
by ordering people about.
Go and tell Andrew to fetch the buggy.
- [Hetty] Hmm.
(Sylvia giggles)
- I'm coming in the buggy this time, Sara.
Aunt Hetty says I can, so you can't stop me.
- I'll happily do whatever Aunt Hetty says,
but don't think it's because I forgive you.
(cheerful music)
- [Hetty] Andrew, can't you make that horse go any faster?
- [Sylvia] Yes, please, Andrew, we just can't be late.
- Whoa.
- [Olivia] We'll be late, I just know it.
- Dang it all.
Now what do we do?
- Off to Carlisle Farm with you.
Fetch your uncle's buggy, quick as you can.
Let's go.
It's shank's mare for the rest of us till Andrew catches up.
(steadfast music)
- Uncle Alec!
Uncle Alec!
The shaft's come off the buggy.
- There's a divinity that shapes our ends.
- Divinity, my auntie.
If you hadn't spent so much time primping,
that blasted shaft wouldn't have rattled off
at such ridiculous speed.
- Here he is, Aunt Hetty, here's Andrew.
(audience applauding)
- The shaft came off our buggy,
and we had to walk for simply miles.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Lawson.
- Uh, when does the girl go on?
- Hetty King, you're too late.
Mr. Cameron's already made his decision.
Oh, what an abysmal shame, Sylvia, my dear.
She wasn't half as talented as you are.
- Elvira Lawson, it's all your doing
for bringing her here in the first place.
Now, get in there and do something about it.
- [Host] Mr. Andrew Cameron.
(audience applauding)
- Well, ladies and gentlemen,
I needn't tell you that this was a very close competition,
but it gives me great pleasure
to announce that the winner is Miss Libby Baun.
(audience applauding)
Thank you, Miss Baun, for a lovely performance.
And may I wish you every success in your future career.
- Thank you.
(audience applauding)
(insects chirping) (owl hooting)
- I'm sorry, Olivia.
I didn't mean to wake you.
I'm just such a rattle-brained creature,
I can't even grieve without attracting attention.
- Oh, Sylvia.
- [Sylvia] I know I shouldn't cry.
It'll make my nose swell.
It's just that I was so buoyed up
about that silly competition.
- [Olivia] Maybe if Mr. Cameron
understood the circumstances, he'd still consider you.
- No.
Olivia, can't you see?
The divinity that has shaped our ends
has decided that I'm to become a schoolmarm.
A schoolmarm, a schoolmarm.
(tense music)
- [Andrew C.] Cousin Margaret, you startled me.
- Go on.
- If there's ever a time when you need help.
- [Margaret] Now, be off with you
before I really lose my temper
and knock you into the middle of next week.
(birds chirping)
- Miss Lloyd?
Sylvia Grey is in dire straits,
and you're the only one that can help her.
- Say what's on your mind, and be quick about it.
- You know Andrew Cameron.
Couldn't you ask him to reconsider her?
- I'd sooner die than ask that thieving cousin of mine
to do me a favor.
- Well, he seemed like a very generous man
the day he visited here.
- He'd as soon steal your grave as soon as look at you.
- Then why was he trying to be so kind to you?
- Out of guilt!
Nothing more.
He once advised my father
to buy into a bad investment.
The Lloyd fortune was decimated
while Andrew Cameron went on
to make a fortune at our expense.
- But he's trying to help you.
I heard him.
- Over my dead body.
We Lloyds still have our pride, my dear.
- Is that why you turned away Sylvia's father?
- I wouldn't want him to marry me out of pity.
It was no one's business
to know how poor we'd suddenly become.
My grandfather founded this town in 1794.
- But you broke his heart.
- This cursed house is full of heartbreak.
- That curse you keep talking about,
it's just an excuse, isn't it?
The real curse is your own stubborn pride.
- How dare you!
- If you loved her father once, then why can't you help her?
- Get out!
(thunder rumbling) (somber music)
- You'd best go back inside.
There's a storm moving in.
- Nothing matters any more, Peg.
- You and your self-pity'll lie under the sod soon enough,
don't you worry, along with all them dead people
you care so much about.
There'll be no one to bother
even writin' your name on the stone.
- Don't talk like that to me.
- There'll be no one to weep at your grave
because no one will cares a tinker's damn for you,
not your father nor any of them crazy ancestors
you keep rattlin' on about.
- That's not true, Peg.
- [Peg] It is true.
And if you don't do something soon,
this is all you'll deserve.
No one will feel two bits sorry for you.
(dramatic music)
- [Sara] Sylvia Grey's in dire straits,
and you're the only one that can help her.
You loved her father once.
- [Margaret] Nothing matters any more.
- [Peg] If you don't do something soon,
this is all you'll deserve.
- [Margaret] That's not true, Peg.
- [Peg] It is true.
- [Sylvia] I'm Richard Grey's daughter.
You remember him, don't you?
- [Sara] If you loved her father once,
then why can't you help her?
(sullen music)
- Mr. Cameron, Mr. Cameron, come quick, sir.
- Cousin Margaret!
- I'd say she's drunk.
- Oh, nonsense.
Help me get her in the house.
Just be careful.
Oh, Margaret.
- [Margaret] I've come to ask you
for your help, Andrew Cameron.
- [Andrew C.] Yes?
- [Margaret] Not for myself, but for Sylvia Grey.
- Polly, go get a blanket.
(Margaret sighs)
Polly, get the doctor, hurry.
Margaret.
(insects chirping)
(owl hooting)
(pebble clinks)
- I came to tell you Miss Lloyd may be in trouble.
Best you go after her now.
- Where is she?
- Charlottetown Way, takin' up on an old promise.
- From Mr. Cameron?
- Aye.
Go to her now.
Take that singing girl along.
Them as belongs together must stay together.
Go now.
Go on.
- Hello, Mr. Cameron.
My name is Sara Stanley.
This is my Aunt Olivia King and Sylvia Grey.
- Thank goodness you've come, please come in.
She's been asking for you constantly, Miss Grey.
- Come closer.
You look so much like your father.
Could you sing for me?
- Of course.
♪ Oh, my love ♪
♪ Is like a red, red rose ♪
♪ That's newly sprung in June ♪
♪ Oh, my love ♪
♪ Is like a melody ♪
♪ That's sweetly played in tune ♪
♪ As fair art thou, my Bonnie lass ♪
♪ So deep in love am I ♪
♪ And I will love thee still ♪
♪ My lass ♪
♪ Till all the seas gang dry ♪
(gentle music)
- I intend to do everything in my power
to ensure that you receive the recognition
you so rightly deserve.
- Can you ever forgive such a foolish old woman
for being so stubborn?
And Sara, in future,
mine is going to be a very different sort of life.
- Sara, come here, I've gotta show you something.
It's private.
(Sara sighs)
- Don't speak to me.
Whatever it is, I don't want to see it.
- Oh, Sara, go swallow a bucket of pig swill.
I'm never gonna tell you what that secret was.
- Sara Stanley, have you transferred the Lloyd curse
onto your own head now?
- It's really nice of you
to help clean up Miss Lloyd's yard.
- I don't have much choice.
Mother and Aunt Hetty made me do it.
- Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate it.
I haven't been very nice to you lately, Felix.
- I'm sorry I said all those awful things, Sara.
As soon as I said 'em, I knew I didn't mean any of it.
(peaceful music)
I found this.
It's a picture of your mother.
- Oh, thank you, Felix.
I've never seen a picture of her as a girl before.
Can you ever forgive me?
- Forgive you?
Gosh, I thought I was the one that had to be forgiven.
But sure, if it'd make you happy,
I'd be glad to forgive you.
- Thanks, Felix.
- What a beautiful day, cousin Margaret.
- Yes, it is,
dear cousin Andrew.
(insects chirping)
(bird whistling)
(peaceful music)