[West Indian music and song]
[background chatter]
[man] Take this one now. Tie 'em up right there.
- [chuckling] - Boy, stop skylarkin'.
[Gilbert] Wow, this place looks amazing.
[Bash] Just the beginning, my friend.
[grunting]
You look underwhelmed.
What you want me to do, dance?
It's been two years.
Yes, I'm very happy to be home.
But you? You'll cry when you have to leave.
Trinidad will get into your soul.
Now we have to get these barrels where they're going.
- [man] Alright. - [indistinct chatter]
Oh! Sea leg and seashore ain't friend, you know.
I just need to... get my balance.
You need more than that with your mawga self.
- You catch a stiff breeze, you're gone. - I'm not that skinny.
I'll find you some good Trinidadian bush medicine.
[men singing]
[Bash] When I was a boy, I would come down here every day.
[Gilbert] I had no idea such a place could exist!
[Bash] Bet you never thought you'd find yourself this far from...
- Hey, what the name again? - [Gilbert] Avonlea.
[Bash] I used to shop here for my mom.
Every ingredient she cooked with had to be fresh.
Nothing stale in her kitchen.
[Gilbert] All these smells are making me hungry.
[Bash] You have anything good to eat up on Prince Edward?
- I like potatoes. - C'mon, potatoes?
Give me something to work with here!
Well... Mrs. Kincannon would serve crab every once in a while.
Now we're gettin' somewhere! How'd she prepare it?
[Gilbert] Boil it, I think. Add some salt.
That's it? Crab with... salt?
What's wrong with that?
Nothing. Crab nice when you cook it up right.
Like Mommy's crab callaloo. Sunday food.
She'd boil down a pile of dasheen leaves in coconut milk,
throw in some onions, garlic, okra,
a pig tail and then the crab.
Add a whole pimento pepper and let it simmer.
I don't think I've ever had a hot pepper in my life.
Yeah, you? [chuckling]
Your little dry-up body would go to war against itself!
I think I could handle it.
[Bash laughing]
Mommy'd say, "Bash, come for a taste."
I'd tip my head back and she'd feed me a spoonful.
I can almost taste it now,
sliding down my throat like spicy green medicine.
Sounds delicious.
Oh, it was.
But it was always just the one taste.
Then she'd serve the family...
and I'd be given the scraps that were left.
Why didn't you eat with the family?
It wasn't my family.
[Gilbert] Whose family was it?
[Bash] The white people she worked for, Blythe.
I feel like an idiot. I'm so sorry.
Don't be. Still got more flavor from one spoonful every Sunday
than you had in your whole life, from the sounds of it.
Crab with... here it comes... the secret ingredient:
- salt. - [laughter]
[Gilbert] Oh, wow. What a beauty.
Hey.
I used to ride one just like her.
Come on over here, Bash. She's friendly.
I have a thing about horses.
You, boy, since you're already sniffing around my horse,
go on to the stable and fetch her some feed.
Angling for a tip before the job's even done?
I am not your boy. I am a free man, sir. Since 1834.
I'm sure you can find assistance inside the hotel.
That was messed up. He just assumed you were a servant.
Way things are. If we cried every time that happens,
the whole of Trinidad would be flooded.
Now let's get us to a better neighborhood.
- You still need some medicine. - [chuckling]
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Casting a golden light ♪
♪ No dress rehearsal ♪
♪ This is our life ♪
♪ You are ahead by a century ♪
[geese cackling]
[cattle lowing]
- [knocking] - [door opening]
Morning. Glad you're up.
I didn't sleep a wink last night.
To think that we've been walking on gold in Avonlea.
I well understand your... moral quandary.
We're all so grateful and excited.
[laughing]
Reading about gold is perfectly wonderful, but...
it would be even more wonderful if I could... see it.
Uh-huh.
This sort of thing really isn't for children.
But you're not just a simple girl, now, are you?
Ah, there. [chuckling]
Spectacular.
I'm not...
What do...? [sighing]
It is... gold, isn't it?
Let your eyes adjust.
Don't rush it.
You might find it more beautiful than you imagined.
See the tiny bits among the red, how they sparkle?
Why can't I see it?
Ah, it's not your fault, pipsqueak.
In fact, it's mine, and I apologize. You just don't have an expert eye.
Please don't give up on me.
Oh, yes, there it is.
You're right, Nate. The gold's exquisite.
Miss Marilla, don't you just look like a bright shiny penny this morning.
[Anne] Oh, Mr. Dunlop, the toast smells especially good this morning.
Cinnamon, my dear girl, in celebration.
Any morning we don't find ourselves in the grave should be celebrated.
Right indeed, Miss Marilla.
I agree with Mr. Dunlop. Pass the celebratory toast.
Now, Matthew, I'd like to do the extractions for you.
Happy to do you that favor. Let's be sure this is done right. Hmm?
There will be no gold testing.
At least not yet.
Matthew and I are undecided.
But you have to! We could be one of the richest families in Avonlea.
Matthew wouldn't have to farm anymore and you could do any...
It's expensive, Anne, and we worked very hard for that harvest money.
Matthew, Miss Marilla,
I think your caution is absolutely right.
The gold is all but guaranteed, but there is still some risk.
Well, now, Anne,
I suppose it's about time that you got a new slate.
[coin clinking]
Thank you, Matthew. I didn't want to ask,
although technically I broke it defending myself.
Sounds like a good story.
[Marilla] Not one she'll have time to tell.
You can pick up a new slate from the general store after school, Anne.
- Now eat up, then off you go. - [Nate] Ah, children.
So precious... so expensive.
Why didn't you tell Nate the truth?
I thought seeing the gold in the soil would be obvious.
He thinks I'm a child. "Pipsqueak."
You can't possibly expect to be his equal, Anne.
- He's an adult and a scientist. - [Anne sighing]
Uh, but that's just book learning, though.
And you've already proven you're good at that.
But you have something else.
Remember when Minnie May was sick and you put onions on the soles of her feet
- to bring her fever down? - That was an old wives' tale.
It takes imagination to believe in such a thing.
Your imagination is a gift, Anne, something that can't be learned.
What good is an imagination if I can't see what's right in front of my eyes?!
This branch looks like a skeleton hand.
[bird cawing]
An evil skeleton...
that lives in the haunted forest...
feeds on the lives of the innocent!
Anne, that's horrible!
- Why are they clutching at us now? - [cawing]
Do they mean to do us harm?
Ghosts on the wind bearing a warning: Beware!
- They're coming for us! - We must escape!
- [laughter] - [cawing]
[indistinct chatter]
- [indistinct chatter] - Thank you again. Thank you.
[girls shrieking and giggling]
[girls exclaiming and laughing]
[girls panting]
Is that Cole?
- He looks different. - He looks positively mature.
Not at all like he did before harvest.
[laughing]
[girls giggling]
- [exclaiming] - [laughter]
Hey, Cole, throw the ball back, bud.
Hey, sissy!
Yeah, you!
Oh.
Nice arm, Rembrandt. Wanna play?
No... I wouldn't. Thank you, though.
- [boys chuckling] - [school bell rings]
[grunting]
"... answer'd Lancelot, the chief of knights:
'And with what face,
after my pretext made,
shall I appear, O Queen, at Camelot,
I before a King who honors his word,
- as if the word... '" - I think the entire poem is shameful.
They should be tarred and feathered.
Josie?
Guinevere is married to the king, not Lancelot.
Oh, Mr. Phillips, can't you skip to the part
where Elaine's pure and true love turns most tragical?
No.
Do not interrupt me again.
"'Yea, ' said the Queen,
'A moral child without the craft to rule,
else he had not lost me... '"
Cole?
What have you got there?
Cole!
My apologies, Mr. Phillips. I'll clean it up.
Are you doodling...
while I'm tirelessly dedicating my life to your education?
- Blackboard! - [Cole sighing]
Now!
[students whispering]
You like to draw? Draw that.
Make sure it's legible.
Back to your readers!
"'Yea, ' said the Queen,
'A moral child without the craft to rule,
else he had not lost me... '"
[light laughter]
Less flourish.
You're gonna need room for 50 of those.
[laughter]
- [background chatter] - [merchant] Fresh collard!
Fresh cod!
[singing in the distance]
[Bash] There are so many things I miss about this place.
Other things, I don't miss at all.
[goat bleating]
- How much? - How much you have?
He doesn't have a thing. Not one cent. I told you, this is only a shortcut.
[Gilbert] Why are you walking me through all this delectable temptation?
[Bash] Just hold your horse, farm boy.
- Oh, how about this? Just a taste? - Nah. Don't eat that.
Bash, I'm starving, and that looks really good.
Of course. Trinidadians can cook.
Especially the dregs nobody else wants.
But you have to taste what we does do with real food.
How about I go back so I have something to compare it to?
Patience, boy. Don't cry. Hold this for now.
It's a mango. Prepare for an experience.
Hmm... Mmm! Mmm!
It nice, eh? Don't swallow the skin. Spit it out.
If it's not gonna kill me, why would I waste it?
[birdsong]
You traded this for a boiler room?
To trade, you have to have a choice.
- [horses chuffing] - [hooves clopping]
- Hi, Mom. - Sebastian!
Boy, you trying to kill me?
Anybody see you?
Come, come, come, come.
Come.
Oh! Mm.
[exclaims softly]
Who is this boy you bring here looking like a wet fowl?
What name they christen you?
- Uh, Gilbert Blythe... ma'am. - [chuckling]
Well, I never.
You must be the first to ever call me "ma'am."
Where you from?
Prince Edward Island... Canada.
They don't feed you on that boat, Gilbert Blythe?
Sebastian has promised me the best in Trinidadian bush medicine?
I see.
[chuckling]
Sebastian is so much more elegant than Bash.
- Hush your mouth. - [Gilbert chuckling]
I just made it.
My mind told me I might soon get to see my one son.
Hazel!
Oh.
- Is he stealing? - No, Doux-Doux.
Remember Jesus say we have to help people.
The men just hungry.
Okay, you have your food.
Uh... we could come back tomorrow.
Nah, that is enough charity.
If you come here again, you're looking for trouble.
Come, Doux-Doux.
And, uh... what's this?
A stick of thyme. Seasoning. The "bush."
And, uh...
this?
A cornmeal dumpling.
Hmm. Amazing.
If this is medicine... I wish I was sick every single day.
[chuckling]
Glad to see you're enjoying the fruits of slave labor.
I thought slavery ended here over 50 years ago.
My family never left that plantation.
Not Granny... not Mom.
She raised them children.
I hardly know her.
[in French] Thank you.
[Jerry] Mr. Cuthbert...
is it ugly, the gold mines?
May well be.
- Where will you put it? - We haven't decided yet.
You should've stopped him from getting on that steamship, Anne.
If Gilbert falls overboard and drowns, it'll all be your fault.
He'd come home soon enough if he knew there was gold on his farm.
Anne is writing him a letter, aren't you, Anne?
He looks so awfully lonely.
I think he's more sad and handsome than lonely.
- Josie's dead gone over Cole. - [girls giggling]
I am not. I'm simply observant.
There is no boy more sad and handsome than Gilbert Blythe.
[Anne] I know just how he feels.
Your drawing was exquisite. It brought Camelot to life.
And plus, Billy Andrews is a barbarian.
[Diana] I have strawberry tarts to share. May we join you?
[laughs]
Aren't you girls coming over?
Diana has strawberry tarts.
Sorry, Josie, but strawberry's my favorite.
Thank you.
- [Diana] Would you like a tart? - [girl] I'd love some.
Why, of course, Prissy,
I'd love to join you and the older girls for lunch.
- [girl] Would anyone like a cookie? - [Diana] That looks exquisite!
[indistinct chatter]
[laughter]
[Jerry] C-A-T. Cat.
Mr. Cuthbert, look.
I write English.
[distant lowing]
[in French] I'm... I'm done. [in English] Sorry.
I... I... I do hay now.
[Anne] There's no such thing as ghosts. There's no such thing as ghosts.
[voice shaking] There's no such thing as ghosts.
[birdsong]
[panting]
[howling in the distance]
[cawing]
[birds squawking]
[screaming]
[gasping, panting]
- [creaking] - [panting]
I just survived the most harrowing experience.
I believe a terrifyingly evil curse has befallen Avonlea.
It pervades every alcove and crevice, every tree and flower.
All the spirits are stirring.
I'm nearly certain I saw a ghostly white lady down by the brook.
- What does she want? - Us!
- [gasping] - Oh, couldn't you just die of fright?
[giggling]
It's not real, Ruby. Right, Anne?
Thank you, Ruby. I take your tears as the highest compliment.
I call my story The Haunted Dell: A Most Shuddersome Tale.
- [laughing] - [crow cawing]
You know how I admire your imagination, Anne,
but I just remembered I'm due at home.
I better get home, too. It's getting dark.
But you haven't heard the ending yet.
I haven't thought of it, but it promises to be very sinister.
Uh, tomorrow maybe, on the way to school.
A little further away from twilight. Bye.
Be careful walking home!
[Anne] The Haunted Dell,
by Anne Shirley Cuthbert.
The... little girl...
[gasping]
felt a dark force...
lurking...
just... beyond the trees.
- [cracking] - Oh!
- [bird cawing] - Please don't kill me.
Please don't kill me, please don't kill me.
- Hello. - [whimpering]
- Come on. - [Anne panting loudly]
Oh, I just had a rapturous encounter with a forest creature.
What's wrong?
My great-aunt Beatrice...
She's died.
Oh, Mr. Dunlop. Oh.
There... there is a sizeable inheritance, but...
[sniffling] it is of little comfort.
I was already an orphan, like you, Anne, but now...
I am truly alone.
You're not alone.
You have me, your little sister, remember?
You're a very sweet girl, Anne.
Aunt Bea always wanted me to have a fine family.
Perhaps your aunt will be a lovely ghost.
Do you believe in ghosts?
Interesting question. Should I believe in them?
I'm writing a story called The Haunted Dell.
And there's a ghost in it. She's beautiful.
It has me petrified, but it's my duty as a storyteller to finish it.
- Aunt Bea loved a good scary story. - [Anne laughing]
Do you have... an instrument worthy of capturing your fine work?
- I prefer pen and ink to pencil. - Oh, well,
an author should have the latest and most stylish
of writing tools.
I'd like you to have this.
[gasping]
I shall cherish this always. Thank you.
[Nate] Ah.
Good evening, all.
My day was incredibly productive.
I spent a good part of it chatting with William.
- [Anne] Who's that? - [Nate] Mr. Barry.
According to William, apparently, many people are skeptical about the gold,
even after the town-hall meeting.
That's to be expected. It is unusual business.
Well, we thought, William and I,
that there should be a less formal gathering
where the people of Avonlea can talk things out.
- That's a splendid idea. - Hmm.
The Barrys have decided to host a big party,
for any and all interested folks.
Rather classy, I say.
Marilla, you and Matthew have to go!
- Sounds a rather frivolous affair. - [Anne laughing]
Well, perhaps, but it might help you and Matthew
to make your decision one way or another.
And also lemon squares, currant cake, shortbread cookies.
We need something festive, a showstopper.
I wish I had more notice.
- Nesslerode pie? - What?
I'll not have rum in this house, Mary Joe.
- It's only for flavoring, ma'am. - Eliza, I've invited a few more guests.
If you could make arrangements accordingly.
Exactly how many? Cakes aren't made by magic elves, dear.
I shall need to secure Thomas Lynde
before he consumes the entirety of the sweets table.
[sighs] That scene at the church picnic was very... unfortunate.
See what you can do about that, won't you, darling?
[owl hooting]
Please take me with you.
You've proven yourself old enough to stay home alone.
- Not afraid of the dark, are you? - [shakily] Not really.
You were fine the night we went to the town-hall meeting.
My, my, you must've written a bang-up ending for your story.
The skeleton trees captured the girl
and then indentured her to the White Lady,
- Queen of the Ghosts, and... - Ghosts. Fiddlesticks.
You'll stay here and nothing untoward will happen.
That should cure you of imagining danger into this house.
- [house creaking] - [exhaling sharply]
[soft music]
- [background chatter] - [laughter]
I worry that this gold is an open road... to avarice in our... small town.
Ah, but it's inspired such generosity among your flock.
Yes, well, $150. A very large sum of money.
Quite a lot of Sunday-service dimes, eh? [chuckling]
And what does the... philanthropist get in return
for sparing his neighbor the financial burden
of paying for their own gold testing?
A very small share in his grateful neighbor's gold claim.
That truly selfless act might inspire the church
to counsel other parishioners on the... benefits of your offer.
A righteous agreement, gentlemen.
We can't let all this frivolity go to waste, Miss Marilla.
Ah, you could at least try to have some fun.
- Glass of frivolity at all? - No, no, no.
Did you change your hair?
Nathaniel... a word?
What can I do for you?
[song ends]
He's quite the prize pony, your Nate.
He's hardly mine.
I just meant he's practically part of the family now.
You look lovely this evening, Marilla.
That hairstyle suits you.
[crickets chirring]
[wind blowing]
- [owl hooting] - [gasping softly]
Dear...
Gilbert,
How...
are...
[sighing]
Dear...
Gilbert...
[soft music]
♪ Our feet may wander ♪
♪ Far, far away ♪
♪ 'Mid scenes of beauty ♪
♪ From place to place... ♪
[Nate] Don't you just look like a bright shiny penny this evening?
Oh, well... thank you.
- Are you enjoying the party? - [Nate] It's quite wonderful, yes.
- [woman] Glad to hear it. - [Nate chuckling]
♪ The heart may wander ♪
♪ And for a while... ♪
[laughter]
Your Rachel... seems to be having a good time.
Oh, belle of the ball, that one.
♪ As we remember ♪
♪ The friends we love ♪
- ♪ The friends we love ♪ - ♪ The friends we love ♪
♪ The friends we love ♪
- Happy to help. - ♪ As we remember ♪
- ♪ The friends we love ♪ - ♪ The friends we love ♪
♪ But o'er the features ♪
Diana will already be miles ahead when she gets to finishing school.
Does that man have no sense of moderation?
Ah! No reason I can't make his gain my gain.
Ahem.
[humming]
- Thomas! - Hmm?
- Are you enjoying yourself? - Mm-hmm.
This gold business, eh? Exciting and...
worrisome.
- Would you consider... - Now, Thomas,
don't you shake hands on William's offer until you've heard mine.
Thomas, as your closer neighbor,
in geography as well as friendship,
I would like to fund your gold testing...
if you can't or won't part with the money up front...
for a small stake in your claim.
Same offer, smaller stake.
I don't seek to profit,
I just mean to lessen your financial burden, Thomas.
Gentlemen... thank you for the offers,
I will take the matter up with my wife.
I would never, uh, make such a bold decision on my own.
[both] ♪ When we remember ♪
♪ The friends we love ♪
- [applause] - [man] Lovely.
Very good, very good.
And for my brilliant and nimble accompanist.
- [applause and laughter] - [woman] Brava.
- Very good, darling. - Thank you, good people of Avonlea.
I have news:
My ship has come in.
I've recently inherited some money and the first thing I plan to do
is buy land in Avonlea!
[happy exclamations]
The second thing I plan to do is test my soil!
[laughter and applause]
[indistinct chatter]
Your house is filled with things almost as pretty as you.
[chuckling, groaning]
[scribbling]
- [creaking] - [eerie wail-like sound]
[panting]
Could that be the long-drawn wail of two boughs rubbing together,
or the cry of the unearthly creatures I've called into being?
If there is gold, we'd have more than enough to take care of Anne.
I suppose we should consider it.
Well, now, I don't know.
What if I paid the $150 for you out of my inheritance?
It's the least I could do to thank you, and especially Anne,
for welcoming me not only into your home, but your lives.
- We couldn't possibly... - Ahem.
- What are we talking about? - Uh, Mr. Dunlop...
has just offered to pay for our gold testing.
That's a lot of money, Mr. Dunlop.
Now's not the time to make such decisions.
We should get home to Anne before she conjures herself a nervous breakdown.
And I'll thank you, Mr. Dunlop, not to encourage her.
She's a great talent, our Anne.
- I'll deliver our goodbyes to the Barrys. - I'll harness the horse.
- [crickets chirring] - [owl hooting]
- [Nate] An inheritance? Buying land?
- What the hell? - I'm shoring up the grift.
You're sprung. You're taking it too far.
You never know. Maybe "Dunlop" can make a home here.
"Dunlop" is a dandy whose brain is clouded by pastry
and a red-headed little brat!
Jonesey killed five guys who cheated at cards with a blade
and another just for scuffing his boots!
Sure thing, loony, you'll fit right in. [grunting]
- [creaking] - [Nate] You want to come at me? Huh?
I've been carrying your dead weight for five years!
[yelping]
Anne, are you hurt?!
I was in a terrible dream.
- [sighs] - We're in such danger, Marilla.
Oh, dear life and heart.
It's all in your head, Anne.
One day you may come to regret the license you've given your imagination.
Oh, no, Marilla.
I wish I had more to give.
My time at the asylum might've been bearable
if I'd have conjured you and Matthew and Green Gables
when I imagined my most perfect home.
You must try and remember what's real and good, Anne.
Now get some rest.
You may leave the lamp burning if you promise not to touch it.
- [creaking] - [howling in the distance]
Can you believe that Harmon Andrews competing with me?
[scoffing] Imagine... in my house.
At my party.
Was it a success? Your party?
Did you secure the number of investments you were after?
It was a triumph.
You made it very pretty, and I left Andrews in the dust.
How many tests are you underwriting?
You sound like my Aunt Josephine.
She is not the manager of our finances, and neither are you.
I'm not asking you to turn out the books, but... I am your wife.
Thomas Lynde never makes decisions without consulting Rachel.
Hmm. Rather undignified, wouldn't you say?
What if this little venture fails?
Diana and Minnie May must go to finishing school.
- They simply must. - Calm yourself, dear.
The girls will be finished, never fear.
And you know how much I would love to go back home.
I couldn't bear never seeing London again.
We could even winter in Spain.
You and the girls shall get everything your hearts desire.
Now... leave it all to me.
Oh, for heaven's sake, Matthew!
Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
It would seem Anne's dark imagination is contagious.
Well, now, what is it?
We've only just settled up with the bank. $150, that's quite a bit.
And Mr. Dunlop, his offer is a generous one,
but it doesn't feel right...
Dig up Green Gables?
I mean, there might be gold.
And if so, it'll keep.
But I want us to give Anne a farm.
And a whole one. She can...
mine it after we're gone,
if that's her decision.
I agree entirely.
- [door creaking] - Anne?
Oh, Matthew, is it really you? I thought for sure my end had come.
Mm-hmm.
I think it's time...
you best be getting to sleep.
You're safe here.
I promise.
[Gilbert] Bash, do you wanna talk about it?
Bash.
I know you're not asleep. Your eyes are open.
[chuckling]
Sebastian?
Your born name is Sebastian?
Sounds like you should own this boat.
And here I thought Bash meant you like to rough a feller up.
Good to know.
You have ruined my reputation. I could hit you two tap myself.
There was this girl back in Avonlea.
Anne.
One time I called her "Carrots" and she whacked me over the head.
- I give her right on that. - She's a redhead.
- Fiery temper. - She should've done more than whack you.
Wonder if I'll ever see her again.
How long you plannin' to stay on this ship?
I don't know.
I want to go wherever the spirit moves me.
That's what my dad used to say.
I feel like we'll be crackin' coal forever.
Like them pistons in the engine, always going and going and going nowhere.
I'm trapped here.
I felt trapped in Avonlea.
[sighs] If I go back home,
I may never be able to leave.
[man] Boy, you call that a problem?
Some of us ain't have no home.
[owl hooting]
[Marilla] Good morning, Jerry.
[in French] Hello.
[chuckling]
[soft, uplifting music]
[sighing]
[music stops]
No, no, no! [gasping]