(children shouting) - Too easy!
- Spell "amorous."
- Amorous.
A-M-O-R-U--
- Ah... wrong!
(children exclaiming) Sit down.
Spell "gorgeous."
- G-O-R-G-I--
- Argh! Sit down, you butcher of beauty.
(cheering)
Ostracize?
- Go, Gilbert! - O-S-T...
R-A-C-I-Z-E.
- That would seem to be correct. (cheering)
Haughty. - H-A-U-G-H-T-Y.
- Callous. - C-A-L-L-O-U-S.
(cheering) - You can do it, Anne!
- Penitent. - P-E-N...
I-T-E-N-T.
(cheering)
- Intentions.
- I-N-T...
E-N-T-I-O-N-S.
(cheering)
- Persevere.
- P-E-R-S-E-V-E-R-E.
(cheering)
- Engagement. - E-N-G...
A-G...M--
- That is incorrect. (cheering)
The spelling, not the sentiment.
(applause and cheering) - Anne, you won!
- Congratulations, Anne.
I should've added an E.
- Anne, are you feeling all right?
(theme music) ♪ First thing we climb a tree ♪
♪ And maybe then we'd talk ♪
♪ Or sit silently ♪
♪ And listen to our thoughts ♪
♪ With illusions of someday ♪
♪ Casting a golden light ♪
♪ No dress rehearsal ♪
♪ This is our life ♪
♪ You are ahead by a century ♪
♪ You are ahead by a century ♪♪
(gasping)
(panting)
- Anne?
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I disturbed you!
I'm so very sorry you bet on the wrong horse!
- Whatever do you mean?
- I never got to wear puff sleeves!
- What are you doing there?
- If you want to send me to the hospital
for the remainder of my days, I will completely understand!
- You're not dying.
- Will you please plant some pink roses on my grave?
- Anne, you are not dying.
You're in your... womanly flowering time,
and it's perfectly normal.
- But I'm not ready to be a woman!
- Well, it's God's plan and that's the way of it.
- Oh, there's been some kind of mistake.
There is no way God would think that it's time
for me to be a woman!
- Now, now, let's get you sorted out.
You'll need some cotton cloths to pin to your undergarments--
- This can't be happening. - And after,
they'll need to be washed in cold water first, and then hot.
- Oh, do you have to deal with this, too?
- I did. For many years.
- Years?!
- Your cycle is just a few days every month--
- Every month?! But why?! Why is this happening now?!
Everything was fine the way it was for once!
- Matthew, out! - Anne, what's wrong?
- Everything!
- I said out!
- I... uh,
yes... barn...
- This is a waking nightmare. - Anne...
calm yourself. My word, you're hysterical.
(Anne sobbing) - I hate this.
I hate this. I hate this!
- There now.
(sobbing)
Perhaps you should stay home from school today.
- What?! No, no, no! I can't lose time, Marilla!
- There's no reason why you--
- No, I need to keep up my academic record!
I just caught up with Gil... with the rest of the class!
- Whatever you want, Anne. Whatever you want.
(groaning)
(man): Thank you. (coughing)
- Mrs. Kincannon will be here shortly.
- I'm fine. You go on to school, son.
- And, um, I'll be home straight after school.
- All right. Thank you, son.
(wheezing)
(soft, dramatic music)
- Well, good morning, Mrs. Kincannon.
- Gilbert, you're late for school.
- I promise I'll get your wages next week at the bank.
- No worries. I know where you live.
- It was like something out of Shakespeare.
- Yet she insisted on going to school?
- Mercifully, yes. But poor Matthew had fled the house well before then.
- You may not see him for a week.
- If you see a suspicious character foraging in your garden,
please feed him some supper. (Rachel chuckling)
- Oh, God. I don't miss it.
I'll say it out loud:
I'd rather be pregnant than menstruating.
- That explains all the children. (laughter)
(children laughing)
- Shhh. Not so loud.
- I got mine three months ago and I feel extremely mature.
- You seem mature. - You do.
- I think the boys take me more seriously, too.
- But they can't tell.
Can they can tell? That would be awful.
- Not tell per se.
But I'm not a little girl anymore,
and I believe that's noticeable. My bosoms are growing.
- Yet another reason why this is inexplicable.
- I got mine last year.
- Me, too. - Really?
- My father has started opening the door for me.
It's sweet.
- I can't wait until I can wear my hair up.
(sniffling)
- Ruby, what's wrong?
- I'm not a woman! Why don't I have it?!
- Trust me, if I could give you mine, I would.
This is so inconvenient!
- Hush, Anne! - Keep your voice down.
- No one's supposed to know. A woman's cycle is a shameful thing.
- Why?
- It's "unmentionable," that's why.
- That's not a reason.
- Why don't you ever understand anything?
- Marilla said it's God's plan, so doesn't that make it good?
I mean, we can make a whole person.
Where's the shame in that?
- Am I the only one who thinks she's out of her mind?
- It's a secret, Anne. That's just the way it is.
- Do boys have to contend with anything like this?
- Boys have their own problems.
- Why are they doing that?
(grunting)
- There's a question for the ages.
- When I get mine, I stay home from school,
because I don't want to have an "accident."
- Accident? - There was a girl a few years ago
who bled right through the back of her dress.
- Oh, I would die of mortification.
- The teacher called her up to the blackboard
and everybody saw.
- I would just die.
- Which districts comprise the Prairies?
Gilbert.
- Um... the districts of Athabasca, Alberta,
Saskatchewan and Assiniboia.
- He's so smart. - Now that is a clever student.
Anne. Which provinces comprise the Atlantic Maritimes?
- I'm sorry, what was the question?
- Could you not hear me?
(loudly): Was I not speaking loudly enough?
- I'm sorry, I just...
- The Atlantic Maritimes!
Sometime today.
- Worst. Day. Ever.
- "Nice boys never say people eat insects."
- I beg your pardon? - It's a mnemonic device.
It helps you remember things.
That's, uh, the Maritimes:
New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI. Nice boys--
- Diana, could you please tell Gilbert Blythe that I don't need his help?
- Why don't you just tell me yourself? I'm right here.
- I suppose I just did.
- Mnemonics is spelled with an M.
Not that you need my help or anything.
Have a good weekend. (chuckling)
- You, too.
Sorry.
(Anne sighing)
- Afternoon, Anne.
- Yes, I'm aware that it's the afternoon.
- I beg your pardon? - Why doesn't anyone say what they mean?
How about: Oh, hello, are you still having the world's lousiest day?
Why, yes, thank you, I am!
- I'll thank you to mind your manners.
- What does that even mean?!
- Did you have a chance to talk things over with Diana?
- I talk to Diana every day, so obviously I did!
Argh!
(sighing)
- At least finish your milk, Anne.
- Nothing appeals to me, Marilla.
I don't feel very well.
Since it's Saturday, would it be all right
if I go back to bed for a little while?
- Yes, that's fine.
I'll be leaving for Rachel's soon.
- Growing up is certainly a trial by fire.
- Since you are indeed growing up,
if you'd like to invite Diana for tea today, you may.
- Tea?! With Diana as my guest?!
- Only if you're up to it. - Oh, Marilla!
You are able to imagine things after all,
or else you'd never have understood how I've longed for this very thing.
A grown-up tea is one of my highest ideals of earthly bliss!
Oh...
But I have nothing to wear!
- You have two perfectly good dresses.
- They won't do for tea without puff sleeves! Matthew, tell her!
- She's been dreaming of those since the day we met.
- Since well before! Could you add puff sleeves to my grey dress?
- I've never heard such foolishness.
- But it wouldn't take too long. Please, Marilla, please?
I'm the only girl without them! - Do you want tea today or not?
- I do.
I do! I'm sorry. I'll try to stop longing
for things I can never have. I promise I'll try harder.
- You can open this little yellow crock of cherry preserves,
and you can cut some fruitcake and have some of the cookies and snaps.
- I can just imagine pouring out the tea and asking Diana if she takes sugar.
I know she doesn't, of course, but I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.
May we sit in the parlour? - You may.
And you may have some of the raspberry cordial, as well.
- Oh, thank you! I must get dressed and run and ask Diana!
It might turn out that I like being a grownup after all!
- Don't overexert yourself.
- Oh! Matthew!
- Oh, there, uh, seemed to be a... a draft.
- I'm having Diana to tea! (giggling)
I'm having Diana to tea! To tea, tea!
(humming)
- I'll be gone most of the day.
- What would you like me to do? - Whatever needs doing.
You let Miss Cuthbert know... I've gone to Carmody.
Head out to the gate. - Yes, sir.
(horse nickering)
(sighing) - Don't these just look scrumptious.
Would you care for some sugar? I'm ever so delighted that you could attend.
- Must be Saturday.
Nice to have you here, son.
Will you... read my favourite?
(Gilbert): "Afoot and lighthearted
I take to the open road.
Healthy, free,
the world before me,
the long brown path before me
leading wherever I choose."
- Good day, sir. May I assist you?
- No. No, uh, no.
Well, I...
Not now.
(bells dinging)
- Mr. Cuthbert, isn't it? Ah! - Yes.
- We haven't seen you for a while.
What can we get for you today?
- We've got a special price on winter boots.
Big selection. Come in, come in. - Well, I, uh...
- Won't you please come in?
May I take your hat and coat?
- Why, thank you.
- I trust your family is well?
- Quite well, thank you kindly.
- Your table is exquisite!
- How nice of you to say.
Won't you please sit down whilst I set the tea to steep and fetch the cordial?
There are ever so many responsibilities when one is hosting company.
Raspberry cordial,
where are you?
(muttering)
(background chatter)
(bells dinging)
- You're back.
Surely there's something I can help you with.
- Yes. I...
- Would you like to look at dress styles? - I, uh, I...
- We have ever so many to choose from.
We make all the latest fashions just as if they're straight from Paris.
(stammering)
- Matthew Cuthbert, as I live and breathe.
- Uh, Jeannie?
- And we very much hope it won't be a harsh winter this year.
- Winter can indeed be savage.
Please, allow me.
- You're too kind.
- I love bright-red drinks, don't you?
They taste twice as good as any other colour.
- Je vous remercie de vos belles manières.
- That's French!
You speak French?!
- Oui, je parle français, couramment.
- Could there be anything more perfect than you speaking a romance language?
My two favorite things together.
(giggling) - Mother plans to send me to finishing school in France.
- Really? Will you take me with you? You have to take me!
- Si vous m'en versez un peu plus.
- Oui... (laughter)
This cordial seems to be a different cordial
from the cordial we toasted with when I became a Cuthbert,
but I believe I like it better.
- I could drink this for the rest of my life.
- I'm going to make... a proclamation.
(laughter)
I've decided...
that I love...
being a woman.
There is so much to look forward to
when we're even older!
- Bosoms!! (laughter)
- We get to wear corsets. - Because we'll have bosoms!
(laughter)
- Isn't it wonderful how we agree on everything?
- Isn't it wonderful to be so grown up?
- Oh, no. - Hmm?
- I forgot the tea.
(laughter) - You haven't told me her name.
- It's Anne.
With an E. - Lovely.
What does she look like?
- Well, uh... her hair is red.
She doesn't care for it,
but I think it's just fine.
- Does she have a favorite colour?
- Oh, um, I couldn't say that... for certain.
But... she loves trees and flowers and such.
She's got a lot of romantic notions about life.
- So maybe something with a little flounce? Ruffles perhaps?
- And she's got a longing for a certain type of sleeve.
With, um...
...with air... on the sides...
- Puff sleeves?
De rigueur.
- Oh, and, uh, I...
I brought this...
- Oh. - Sorry, that's...
That's for the... the boots.
So this is her size...
with a little room for growing.
- I can see why she's longing for the latest fashions.
Marilla was always a very practical person.
I'll use this as a pattern for the size,
but everything else will be au courant.
Vivienne?
Please take down these measurements.
Thank you, dear.
- I'm not worried about the cost.
Just as long as she likes it.
- This dress will be her dream come true.
And I'll give you the "old friend" discount.
- That's, uh...
That's very kind of you, Jeannie.
- Matthew... would you like to stay for tea?
It will be a few minutes to measure the dress.
- Oh, I... I don't know.
- I live right upstairs, just above the shop.
I'd hate to see you ride all the way back to Avonlea without fortification.
- All right, then. Much obliged.
(giggling)
- Ready?
One...
two...
(both): Three!!
- She's a real... bright little thing.
She talks a mile a minute.
Always something interesting to say.
- So you barely have to say a word. Must be heaven.
(both chuckling)
But you make yourself known.
You once left a little something on my desk at school.
- Did I?
- You don't remember?
(children's voices echoing)
(indistinct chatter)
- Jeannie, will you teach me that pretty cross-stitch after school?
- It's called a feather stitch. And of course I will.
Anyone else would've made a show of giving it to me.
You knew I collected buttons.
I told you when you walked me home that time.
It wasn't long after...
that you left school.
I was worried about you.
We were all so sorry when your brother passed away.
- Um...
Yeah. I'd best be on my way.
- Of course.
Uh... Anne...
Anne's dress should be ready in about a week.
- Very kind of you, Jeannie.
- It was, uh... It was good to see you.
I... I look forward to seeing you then.
(sighing)
- This will feed a small army.
- So this should be just enough for my extended family.
- How ever did you ever manage to have ten children?
You were expecting for at least two decades.
- Don't remind me.
Oh, hello, dear.
- Hello.
- I hope you're not begging tea. - No, no. I was just, uh--
- Because we're up to our britches, aren't we, Marilla?
Would you like a little lick?
- Ooh, I could fancy that, yes.
Mm.
(chuckling)
- Off you go. Fend for yourself.
(husband humming)
At this point, it's all about managing expectations.
You know, I could do with a spot of tea now that it's come up. You?
- Please. I need a little bracing.
- How do suppose Anne is faring with her grownup ladies' tea?
- I'm sure it's a very dignified affair.
(Rachel laughing)
(music)
- Jerry, hurry and hitch up the buggy,
or I shall be late for the ball!
(laughter)
- Jerry, fetch me some rose water before I have a fainting spell!
(laughter) (waltz music)
(exclamations)
(laughter)
(singing out of tune): ♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Wake unto me ♪ ♪ Dream... ♪
♪ Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee ♪
♪ Sounds of the rude world heard in the day ♪
♪ Lulled by the moonlight have all passed away ♪♪
(laughter)
- Mother!
- As you can see, this is a disgraceful scene.
- My word, Anne,
you certainly have a genius for getting into trouble.
I didn't even know I had any currant wine left in the house.
- I can't imagine why you had any in the first place.
- It was for medicinal purposes.
But when the minister disapproved,
I threw the remainder away long ago.
Or so I thought.
- Your... charge...
is a bad influence on my daughter.
- Anne made an honest mistake. I'm to blame.
- This is the last time my Diana will ever set foot in this house.
- Please, Mrs. Barry, I didn't mean to set Diana drunk!
- You are not a fit little girl for Diana to associate with.
- But it wasn't on purpose!
- Moreover, the girls are not to sit together at school.
They are not to fraternize in any manner at any time.
- I don't disagree that the girls
should be punished for all that has transpired.
Might I suggest a duration of two weeks?
- I must preserve my Diana from the contaminations
of further intimacy with such a child!
My judgment is final!
Come along, Diana. - Please, Mrs. Barry, please!
- Diana, come along! - Please, Mother, please!
- Out!
(crying)
(sobbing)
(owl hooting)
(Marilla sighing) - It's been a trying day.
What on earth possessed you to buy all those boots?
That was a frivolous expense.
They'll have to go back.
(owl hooting)
- Do you ever think...
...about Michael?
- Yes.
- So much would've been different...
if he hadn't--
- Yes.
Good night.
(door creaking)
Poor little soul.
- Not going to school today?
- I feel like I should...
just stay close.
(wind whistling)
(crows cawing)
(loud chatter)
- You are not to fraternize
or exert undue influence.
Ruby, switch places with Anne.
(all exclaiming)
(quiet background chatter)
- Will your mother never relent?
- I've cried and cried and told her over and over again
that it wasn't your fault. But it isn't any use.
- So this is an eternal farewell?
Then we must speak - the most pathetic language that we can think of.
- With thees and thous?
- That way we will never forget the pathos of this moment.
Oh, Diana...
wilt thou promise faithfully
never to forget me, the friend of your youth?
- I'll never have another bosom friend.
I don't want to.
I could never love anyone as I love you, Anne. Thou.
- Wait.
You love me?
- Of course I do. Why don't you know that?
- Oh, I thought you liked me, of course,
but I never hoped you loved me.
- I love you devotedly, Anne.
- And I will always love thee, Diana.
In the years to come,
your memory will shine like a star over my lonely life.
Let us offer each other locks of our hair...
to treasure evermore.
(sniffling)
I bestow upon thou this symbol of my enduring love.
- Fare thee well, dearest Anne of Green Gables.
Henceforth we must be as strangers living side by side.
(school bell ringing)
(boys shouting)
- Anne. (fingers snapping)
Take these lessons to Gilbert Blythe.
He'll be missing class for a time,
and I don't want him falling too far behind.
He's my best student.
- Why is he missing class? - That is none of your concern.
Now hurry along.
Scat!
(Anne sighing)
- Why does everything happen to me?
Gilbert?!
(knocking)
Gilbert Blythe!
(sighing) Life is so unfair.
Finally.
(panting)
- Sorry to make you wait.
Gilbert...
is out back chopping wood.
What wonderful red hair.
You're the Cuthbert's new charge, aren't you?
- Yes.
- I've heard nice things about you.
And how is Marilla? Still feisty, I hope?
- Dad, what are you doing?
You shouldn't be walking!
- My son worries too much.
It seems this young lady has urgent business. With you.
I'll go inside now.
- I'll fetch your chair.
- I'll go on my own, thank you, son.
It was nice to meet you.
Give my kind regards to Marilla.
- I will. Of course, Mr. Blythe.
- Those for me?
- Uh... heh.
Well, uh, it's kind of you to bring them by.
- Mr. Phillips doesn't want you falling behind.
- I don't either.
If you're going to beat me in class,
I want you to do it fair and square.
- Yes. Exactly.
- Um... thank you.
See you.
(soft violin music)
- There. Finished. (laughing)
- That was fast.
Only took you a week.
- I wanted to make it quickly so Diana doesn't forget me.
I'm happy to report
that my flowering time is finally over.
I feel much older and wiser than before.
And I won't be emotional next time.
I've come to realize there are far bigger worries in the world.
(chuckling)
- So buy the dress after you return the boots,
but I'm hoping this will be enough.
Oh, and I must've picked this up by mistake... at the dress shop.
Please, just... you return that to Miss Jeannie.
- I hope Mr. Cuthbert's well? - Yes, madame, he's quite well.
- I'm glad.
Please tell him I'm sorry not to have seen him today.
- Yes, madame.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Mr. Cuthbert said I'm to give you this.
Au revoir!
- Oh, hello, Matthew.
Huh.
Thank you.
- You've gone and spoiled the child, Matthew.
- She's not a child anymore.
- Can we be a little bit late for church
so everyone can see me walking in?
- Matthew Cuthbert,
you're missing a button from your best Sunday shirt.
- I'm fine...
like this, Marilla.
Well, let's go along, then.
(clearing throat)
If you please... miss.
(Anne sighing)
Subtitling: CNST, Montreal
(grunting) - Ah!