Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story (2000) Movie Script

Anne of Green Gables
The Continuing Story
Oh, Anne.
Oh, hello.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, look at you.
Oh, you haven't
changed a bit.
Neither have you.
I've been aching to see you.
I know.
Oh, no, don't.
Thank you for your help.
Alan? Ha, ha, ha...
Seems like a hundred years
since you sat behind us
in school pulling our pigtails.
Gosh, Anne, don't remind me.
Why is Alan...
Well... Why?
He's well-paid, Anne.
I insisted Fred hire a driver,
'cause we have so many guests
coming and going.
Spend your money
on your family,
Diana,
not on me.
You're family, Anne.
Besides, I have to spend
the inheritance
aunt Jo left me somehow.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Strange seeing so many
young men in uniform.
Look it...
That's Charlie Sloane,
and Wilf Bell.
It's like they're running off
to a Sunday school picnic.
In six months this nonsense
in Europe will be over
and we won't hear another
blessed word about war.
Oh, Anne, we're going to have
a fabulous holiday together.
Just like
old times.
Yes.
Smell the air,
Diana.
You find that sweet
smell in Halifax.
In your letters you sounded
so happy about teaching
in the hope-town orphanage.
It must have broken
your heart to say goodbye
to all your
students after five years.
Let's go by Green Gables, Diana.
I've not been back
since Marilla died.
Imagine,
sheep on the main street.
The man has no sense at all.
Stop it, Diana,
I'm dying
to walk anyway.
No, Anne.
You know Anne, Alan,
she's so ridiculously impulsive.
Pull the car around
to Green Gables farm, Alan.
She'll just be a moment.
Yes, ma'am.
Anne, wait... Wait, wait.
A-Anne... Wait, wait, wait.
I-I broke my heel.
I should have warned you.
Mr. Harrison's really
let the place run down.
He rented it out.
Marilla and Matthew
would be,
heartbroken
at this sight.
Hey, watch it.
Get out
of the way.
Get back
in here! Now!
You two want
something?
I was raised in this house.
It was a beautiful home once.
This dump?
You've no respect for the lives
that have been lived here.
Do us both a favour, scat.
Anne, Anne.
Let it go.
There's nothing
you could have done.
Mr. Harrison's going to get
a tongue-lashing
from me when I see him next.
Huh?
Those were Marilla's
June lilies.
They were beautiful once.
Leave it.
Ahh!
Go get 'em.
Give me your shoe.
Your shoe!
What?
Fetch!
No! My gosh, Anne.
That worked.
That was
my favourite
pair of shoes.
I should have bought this place
myself after Marilla died.
I should have taken every
penny I earned from my book
and my magazine articles
and made this place mine.
Oh, Anne,
don't try
and rewrite
the past.
Now, I want you
to forget your troubles.
You'll be very comfortable
living with us.
Aunt Josephine's money has left
me without a care in the world.
Fred's the youngest manager
in the history of the bank.
Isn't that right, darling?
Mm-hmm.
My little inheritance
hasn't hurt
his career either, to be sure.
If you call doing nothing
a career?
You've managed our business
affairs brilliantly, darling.
No, I just mind my own business.
Fred's so modest.
He's turned out to be
a wonderful father
and a good husband, Anne.
Sarah.
Yes, ma'am.
Please take the children
upstairs now.
Come give mommy
a kiss good night.
Good night, mom.
Good night.
Good night,
sweetie.
'Night.
Come along then.
They do so prefer their father.
It's such a
delicious evening.
Let's have our tea
in the garden.
This house is so
conducive to writing.
If you stay for the summer,
just think what fabulous
ideas you'd compose.
That's a big if.
Diana, I don't
feel right
intruding on
your family.
What's
the matter?
We have everything.
But he doesn't even kiss me
good night any more.
I'm sorry
well, haven't
you tried
speaking
about it?
Oh, Fred was never
a big conversationalist,
even when
we first got married.
It's a different kind
of silence now, though.
He's so preoccupied
with the war.
That's the
thing about
staying engaged.
You and Gil
never change.
That's probably because
we never see each other.
If you put off your
wedding any longer,
you're going to be
an old maid, Anne.
Actually, when Gil
finishes his term
at bellevue hospital in August...
August?
You can't deny me the pleasure
of planning your wedding?
Let me finish.
I didn't say we're
getting married in August.
We're going to choose a date...
oh, Anne,
don't be coy.
Oh... You can
move back right away.
Anne, life is going to be
just the way it was
when we were girls.
Sara!
Shouldn't we...
Sara!
Consult Gilbert.
Anne and Gil Blythe
are getting married!
And it's not going to be
some shoddy affair either.
And Fred will help too.
Oh, oh... Please let him.
It'll be a project
for the three of us.
Just one thing
at at time.
We need to slow down
and consult Gilbert too.
No, you let me talk to Gilbert.
First, we'll send
him a telegram.
No.
Oh, how I've missed you
all summer, Gil.
With perfect memories
of days passed.
Ha, ha, that'll be fine.
There.
...and memory of perfect
summer days of old.
Our past, our friends.
Are you
all right?
Nothing broken
or bent, I hope.
Ha, ha, only my pride.
Oh, Gil, help me up.
I am, I am truly blind
and a fool to boot.
Oh, if I were blind,
I should never forget
the contours of your face.
Why didn't you let me know?
I wanted to see you
face to face.
I have something to ask you.
I do.
Let's go take a walk
down the Lane.
If Diana has her way, we'll be
married by the end of the week.
We've been
engaged so long,
figure people
'round here
think we got
married years ago.
Yeah.
What were you
going to ask me?
I have a decision to make that
may turn our plans upside down.
What?
Bellevue hospital has asked me
to remain on staff for the year.
But we agreed
that at the end...
Yeah, Anne I realize that...
This is a remarkable
opportunity.
I know you've resisted coming
to New York in the past...
You're asking me to go with you?
I couldn't bear
another year without you.
I want to be with you too, Gil.
Then come with me,
right now and
we'll go immediately.
I... I couldn't be happy
living anywhere else but here.
This is where I want to be.
So many memories locked up here.
I can't leave it alone.
I wish I could have
done something.
This place is in
both our souls, Gil.
I wish we could
grow old together here.
Come on.
We still got a few
years ahead of us.
I'll go.
What?
To New York, I'll go.
Just to see if I like it first.
But promise me we'll come back
to raise our family.
I promise.
New York is an exciting place
for a writer.
All the best
publishing houses
in the world
are there.
Are you sure?
I'm only sure of one thing...
That I'm scandalously
in love with you.
Come on, we better
tell Diana and Fred,
before they start sending off
all the invitations.
Well, this is it,
Winfield Publishing.
Don't be nervous.
You'll be fine.
It's unbearable to
have insignificance
ingrained into
your very soul.
No... Mr. Winfield,
he's likely
to reject
my manuscript
like every
other publisher
I've been to
this week.
This is a much smaller company,
and I doubt that he'd have
brought you in for a meeting
just to say no... 'morning, sir.
I've made up my mind to go
to my grave unwept,
unhonored and unsung.
But not
unpublished.
I'd like you
to meet
my fiancee
Anne Shirley.
This is
Dr. Powell.
An honor,
miss Shirley.
I very much appreciate
the opportunity here, sir.
Your book
is marvelous.
I've just seen old Winfield.
He assures me he'll consider it.
It's the least I can do
for the fiancee of our most
important young surgeon, uh?
Don't settle for
anything less than
10% royalty from the old tyrant.
Excuse me.
I have an appointment
to see a Mr. Palmer Winfield.
Name?
Miss Anne Shirley.
There's a miss Shirley
to see Mr. Winfield.
THOSE STAIRS TO THE 6th.
Thank you.
Ah, miss Shirley.
Hello.
Sit down...
If you will.
It's a lot of stairs.
How do you do, sir?
Oh, miserably.
Book sales are in
a detestable slump.
The overhead of this
organization is a can of worms.
This is Mr. Owen...
in charge of our
fiction
department.
Well, thank you both
so much for taking the time
to meet
with me...
thank Dr. Powell.
He cut a tumor out of me once,
thereby prolonging
my unfortunate existence.
Perhaps we should get down to
the short strokes,
hmm, miss Shirley?
We read the manuscript
Dr. Powell submitted.
Lively and engaging, I suppose.
Yes, uh, you have some
promise as a writer...
But not here.
I run a business, not a charity.
We've never published
stories for young women.
Our specialty is adventure,
detective novels and all manner,
of books for
a man's man.
However, since men
are not buying
so many books now
with the war on,
we really would like to
develop women's adventures...
wanted to for years...
we need someone
to apprehend
writers and stories
that will
appeal to women.
I can guarantee your
I can smell a good book
before I even open the cover.
Yes, well now,
Mr. Owen is prepared
to train you
in the position
of a junior editor.
The process of finding material,
however, is very subjective.
Oh, I can find writers that
women will want to read,
as long as it doesn't
preclude me
from submitting my own
manuscripts amongst them.
Well, miss Shirley, they would
have to meet our criteria.
And what is that?
I've never published
anything I didn't like.
That's served me well
for 40 years.
Oh, you'll like
what I find, sir,
as much as you'll grow
to have faith in me.
I'll find a small corner for
miss Shirley to work in, sir.
Come along, miss Shirley.
There ought to be a desk,
underneath all
of that somewhere.
Our research department
will find you lists.
Do what you can.
My office is right there.
Miss Shirley... Please.
Oh, I'm sorry, I was
just taking it all in.
Well, that is a portrait
of Jack Garrison Jr., America's
top mystery raconteur.
A half million copies of his
espionage novels guaranteed
before he puts pen to paper.
Now, you'll have to find men
who can write that way for women
or you'll be wasting your time.
Mr. Owen, I rarely
waste my time.
Besides, if I thought only men
could write for women,
I might not find
anything interesting.
Hmm, yes, well,
I should mention to you
that we have never
published a female author...
Ever.
Oh, blast.
Allow me, doctor.
Ah, all right.
Finish up, Gil.
I want you in the board meeting
in half an hour.
Certainly, I no longer have the
fortitude to continue to serve
this institution, in light
of my deteriorating eyesight.
Ah.
This young fellow is the
foremost surgeon in his class,
and I might add,
in the entire institution.
He's been asked to stay on
till the end of the year,
but he has the talent and the
stamina to assume my duties
as a permanent member
of the administration...
Within the month.
Sir, I am very flattered.
I just wish you hadn't
launched this,
without discussing it
with me first.
I needed to know
where the board stood.
I can't operate any more,
you know, lad.
The prognosis
for glaucoma is abysmal.
You'll want to rise
to the occasion
and follow in my footsteps.
Dr. Blythe,
Dr. Blythe.
I don't know if you
remember my wife.
We've been waiting
eight hours
for anyone
to see us.
The admitting nurse
should assist you.
Mrs. Tweed, has your
baby not turned?
I feel something's not right.
Ok, come on, let's sit down.
Mom, maybe
you should walk.
Are you having
rapid contractions?
Are you ok?
Mrs. Cunningham,
this woman is in labour.
See that she be admitted
immediately.
She may require surgery.
You needn't
concern yourself
with indigent
cases... let me
speak to Dr. Moore
in obstetrics.
Oh, I can speak to Moore.
But, sir, I am obligated
to this patient
by virtue of having examined her
in the clinic a week ago,
at which time I requested that
she be admitted
into the hospital.
The delivery may be
a footling breach.
If she continues in labour any
longer, she may lose the child.
Choose where you
use your scalpel.
Remember, we've scheduled
Mrs. Hamilton this afternoon.
You just met her husband,
on the board.
I can't let her condition
go unsupervised.
We can reschedule
Mrs. Hamilton's
gall bladder operation.
Excuse me.
Dr. Blythe?
Oh, he can't be disturbed.
Please take a seat
in the waiting area, ma'am.
Mr. Tweed...
Your wife is in
stable condition,
but there was a problem
with the baby's cord.
We did everything we could,
but I'm afraid it was too late.
Too late...
we waited and waited.
I'm so sorry.
You heedless...
Take this man out
onto the street.
Come, come you three.
You call yourself doctors!
What happened, Gil?
Lost the baby.
A word
with you, lad.
Get used to this, if you're
to spend your lives together.
The woman came to us too late.
She should have
been hospitalized
a week ago.
Excuse us.
This is part of
your lot as a surgeon.
There's some you can afford
to save and some who...
This is a large institution.
You're what I was
30 years ago, Gil.
Think...
Think of the potential you have,
the lives you should save.
Huh?
Oh, take him home, woman.
Give him a good
stiff drink of whiskey.
I feel like
we've been walking in circles.
You can't expect life
to be normal here, Anne.
I knew that when
I agreed to come.
That's why I wanted
you to promise me
that someday
we'd go home
to raise
our family.
I don't think
I can walk any more
without something to eat, Gil.
I'm sorry.
How be
I take you
for a fine meal
somewhere?
A wiener in a bun would be fine.
You know, I forgot
to ask you how
things went for
you this morning.
Two, please.
Mm-hmm.
They... They offered me
an important editorial position.
Doc. Powell assured me that they
were interested in publishing...
there you
go, sir.
Could I have two for me?
Yes, ma'am.
You've got to continue
your own writing,
not working on
someone else is material.
It's all right.
I really want this job.
I intend to have Winfield
publish a book of mine
if it's the last thing I do.
Forever and forever.
Always forever.
Now and forever.
Forever into eternity,
by Anne Blythe.
By Anne Shirley.
Forever into eternity.
You'll jinx yourself
with insipid titles like that,
miss Shirley.
Don't be embarrassed.
Half the people in this building
are writing books
on their lunch hour.
You are...
Aren't you...
Jack Garrison.
It's, uh, it's a pleasure
to meet you, um...
All Mr. Owen ever talks about
is your latest manuscript.
A real page Turner
according to him.
That's one way of putting it,
seeing he hasn't
even seen it yet.
Will you pass
this material on to Mr. Owen?
It's the story outline
of my latest book,
according to the terms
of my contract.
Certainly.
My lawyer will follow up
before my next draft.
You know I have a few moments.
Why don't you tell me
about your story?
Maybe I can help you come up
with a decent title.
Well, um...
I haven't finished it yet.
I was hoping, if I came up with
a really gripping title,
it might twig further ideas.
Oh, no, no, no, you're going
about it all topsy-turvy.
You must absolutely always start
with a firm premise
and a solid ending.
Well... Actually,
I do have that.
It's the story
of a young teacher.
A missionary... set in the
himalayas...
who tames the heart
of a British colonel.
Oh, please.
I don't mean to laugh,
but you got
better ham in your sandwich.
Well, I've been reading
all of your works.
They tell me they want to find
the female bookend to you.
And I'm also condemned as a hack
in any literary circle.
Aim much higher
creatively, if you want
my opinion, miss Shirley.
Mr. Garrison's father
was the top writer
in the firm for years before
he died, miss Shirley.
Luckily, young
Mr. Garrison here has
followed his father's success.
No, true success
requires passion and a vision,
not just dollars
and cents, Mr. Owen.
Delightful as it has been,
miss Shirley, I do hope
we get to do this again.
Good day.
Good day.
Good luck.
This is the
story outline...
According to
the terms of
his contract... he
said you'll hear
from his
lawyer shortly.
Yes, I'm sure that I will.
Thank you.
Why the long face, miss Shirley?
Ah, this is very frustrating.
I misplaced something yesterday.
It's nothing really.
Well, you'd better
put a smile on.
Mr. Winfield wants you
up in his office immediately.
I'll be along in a minute.
Jeez...
Apparently Jack Garrison
has taken
quite a liking
to you, miss Shirley.
Don't ask me what sort of antics
he's up to now,
but apparently his lawyer
has requested that you,
and only you, act
as his editor for his new book.
So we'd like you to read
the material
and then meet with him
to discuss it, hmm?
I've never edited
anyone's book other than my own.
Isn't there someone
with more experience?
No, not really.
Besides, the material's
unpublishable,
at least by this firm.
So we want you to meet
with him, humour him,
but by all means, make clear
to him in no uncertain terms
that unless he's prepared to
deliver us a new adventure plot
instead of this... Intellectual,
political manifesto,
I'm going to drop him
as an author.
Full stop, not another word.
Do we understand each other?
Isn't that rather drastic, sir?
This...
Will clearly articulate
our position.
Are you sure I should be
the one delivering this message?
Oh, yes.
Yes, Owen agrees
that this is...
the best way to
keep the situation
cheerful... so,
off you go.
And remember,
we want adventure, not art.
Anne, by the way...
Don't you let him lay
a finger on you.
We go through this ridiculous
dance every year, miss Shirley.
He believes he's writing
the great American classic
or some such nonsense.
Good night.
And you are a valued employee,
miss Shirley.
Could you please ring
Mr. Jack Garrison's room?
Say that miss Shirley is
here to meet him in the lobby.
Right away,
miss.
Mr. Garrison's room, please.
Hello, Mr. Garrison, there's
a miss Shirley here at the desk.
To meet you. Oh.
Yes, sir.
As you wish, sir.
Mr. Garrison is, uh, indisposed
at the moment.
He wants you to go up and wait.
He'll be a few more minutes.
I'd prefer to wait
here in the lobby.
He said he wasn't coming down.
It's the third floor, suite 308.
Oh, dear, I've disturbed you,
Mr. Garrison.
I was told
you were expecting me.
No need to apologize.
It's entirely my fault.
I, uh, I dozed off.
Why don't you come on inside?
And you can give me
Winfield's notes...
And your
own notes.
I'll wait out here in the hall,
sir, while you read the letter.
That would be rude of me,
to leave you in the hallway.
Please.
That manipulative old despot.
What were his exact words again?
I heard him say if you didn't
deliver another adventure
instead of this political piece,
you'd be dropped
by Winfield Publishing,
full stop.
I've spent the better part
of the bloody advance.
Well, it seems to me that
one more book the top
of your head is better
than getting involved
in some legal wrangle,
especially if they
force you to give back
such a large advance.
I just don't
have it in me.
One more leads
to one more
leads to one...
This current piece
is genius, sir.
But how can they possibly
publish a chronicle
on the poverty-stricken
of Mexico
living in the wake of
Teddy Roosevelt's rough riders?
They can sell
a telephone book
with my name and
the right cover.
Books are
packaged goods to them.
Sales are down with the war.
Your reading public
is diminishing.
I could make up
some excuse for you
if you need more
time to reflect.
No, don't go, don't, don't.
I have a proposition for you.
Sit down, please.
Mr. Garrison...
I haphazardly picked this up
yesterday... When we met.
I'm sorry.
I hope you don't mind,
but I read it.
And I have to tell you
how often I laughed
and cried.
You make me want to quit writing
the junk I write for good.
I was looking
everywhere
for this.
I was moved despite myself.
Once in a lifetime you meet
someone who you consider
is the kind of...
Creative individual
that you wish you...
no.
I wish I could be.
Please, Mr. Garrison.
The compliment is
a welcome tonic
for someone who's never received
the kind of success you have.
I suggest you decide
what you want to do
and get back to me...
Mr. Winfield.
Wait, I haven't finished.
Miss Shirley, wait.
If you don't listen,
I'll jump.
I'll throw myself at your feet.
You're drunk. Besides,
people who do it
never talk about it first.
No, don't!
Mr. Garrison, whatever it is,
your book is not
a matter of life or death.
If what Winfield wants
is the next
female best-seller, it's you.
I'd have to submit it
under a pseudonym like...
let me submit the manuscript
under both our names.
You're insane.
Good night.
I'll jump unless you agree.
No, you won't, no, you won't.
No, don't, no, don't.
Anne, you have talent,
and I need a book.
I'll guarantee you
it gets published
if you let me handle
the whole thing with Winfield.
Besides, it's a wonderful book.
It will free me
from the final spectre
of the Windfields
once and for all
and get you the reading public
you so richly deserve.
The honour would be
entirely mine.
It will take me forever
to finish the book.
I...
That's only my first draft.
Let me be
your editor.
And we'll submit
it within a month.
All right.
I'll finish this draft
and send it to you.
Good night, Mr. Garrison.
I'm in trouble. I need help.
Well, it is
probably
the most
absurd scheme
you've ever
attempted.
Thanks for you vote
of confidence, Gilbert Blythe.
This chance,
is once in a lifetime.
And what successful
writer has ever
written with
a pinch hitter.
All writers have editors.
I gave him my new daft.
What if he doesn't like it?
And now I've been invited
to a reception
at his family's estate.
I feel like a lamb being led
to the slaughter.
No, don't desert me, please.
Take a deep breath.
Believe in your own ability.
Mrs. Lynde did say I had
the nerve of a canal horse.
I'm looking forward to meeting
this Garrison phenomenon.
Thank you.
You know, I trot
Jack out whenever
I want to attract a crowd.
We've raised $2,000
for my hospital overseas
for war orphans.
If we Americans
join the allies at war
with the same kind
of enthusiasm, we'll put
an end to the blessed mess.
I understand the book
that you and Jack
are collaborating on
concerns an orphan.
Yes.
When it's reviewed,
I'd like to host
a charity ball for our manoir,
using the novel as the theme.
I can't imagine my book
as a setting
for a charity fundraiser.
You must be
Dr. Blythe.
Mr. Garrison.
How are you? I've been looking
forward to meeting you.
The subject of such devotion.
You are fortunate to hold this
young woman's intense esteem
and adoration...
a writer is often
only married
to the art of language.
I predict enormous happiness
for you both.
Well, uh,
thank you.
Anne.
Aunt kit, Dr. Blythe
is one of the senior
staff members at Bellevue.
Oh.
We have a number of guests here
involved in fundraising
I'm sure you'd like to meet.
Miss Shirley and I have a bit of
business to complicate things.
My nephew looks
quite taken
with your
fiancee.
Well, Anne isn't
easily influenced
when it comes to her writing.
I don't think he understands
what he's up against.
Well?
It's not awful.
It's just not good enough.
I beg
your pardon.
You changed everything
that was genuine,
all the innocence.
I don't know what happened,
but you better burn this.
Burn this?
Start over.
I'm trying to write
the way you wanted me to.
I've exhausted myself
making this work.
If you don't
want to keep
at it, go back
and teach.
I can smell when
something isn't working.
You wanted to be considered
a serious writer.
That's why I'm helping you.
No, that's why
I'm helping you.
Anne, you have the gift
of human insight.
When I try to do better,
I fail miserably.
Stop trying to write
a best-seller.
You're the one
who suggested this.
I came to you for
help, Mr. Garrison.
All right, this entire gambit
was a terrible idea.
Either you quit crying about it
or go back to the drawing board.
Anne, it's Jack.
I know you're in there.
I know my comments were
a bit disparaging, I admit.
Thank you.
Harold.
Ah, Mr. Garson.
I'm certainly looking forward
to your next draft.
I'm sorry,
miss Shirley's at lunch.
May I leave a message?
Jack Garrison's notes
seem to be pretty amusing.
You know, no one
can tell you how to write.
Jack's not telling
me how to write.
He's commenting.
Well, you've
been published before.
Why do you need him?
My first book
was small
and not
widely read.
Don't worry...
he's turned out
to be a pretty
good coach.
Really.
Good night.
Heading back to my place.
This is clearly malignant.
I'd prefer to give him
use of his limbs
for what little time
has left... stitch him up.
No.
I think we can
successfully remove it.
It's highly
unlikely.
You can't
discontinue
without some benefit
to this class.
Put it on record that
I have declined to continue
for the safety of the patient.
Dr. Blythe.
Get back in there...
For the sake of the residents
in the gallery
who aspire to be you.
I'm not about to
perform to enhance
the prestige of
this institution.
I'm sorry.
Gil!
The politics of this
organization are
more than I ever bargained for.
I'm sorry.
It doesn't feel right that
I should feel so excited, then.
Read it.
You're done.
We're submitting
it tomorrow.
It's the best of everything
you've ever written.
Yes!
Oh!
Are you certain?
So much so that I have
no idea why you're
going to allow him to put
his name on it alongside yours.
Because I couldn't have done it
without him.
And you, too.
Oh.
Can I put my name on it too?
What if this is the only chance
I ever have
of getting it published?
Don't sell yourself short.
I'm not.
Jack is submitting it tomorrow
under both our names.
Ok, I can't
stop you.
I just think
you deserve
a proper
credit.
Ah, miss Shirley, Mr. Winfield
would like to see us both
in his office
right away, please.
Send those galleys to the top
five distributors, Nellis
and those demonstration covers,
as well, please.
What?
Oh, that's the cover
of Jack's latest.
It's sensational, isn't it?
The book is
a complete departure.
He's written it just for women.
You did well in coercing him.
Mr. Winfield feels we've hit
pay dirt on this one.
Mr. Owen,
this is my book.
Oh, and, Nellis,
send a personal note from me
as senior editor, please...
thank you very much.
Come along, miss Shirley.
This is my
original work.
This is my...
This is my book.
Now, we'd all like to take
credit for a job well done,
but let's not be absurd.
Hmm.
I've asked you both here
at the request of Mr. Garrison
and his legal counsel,
Mr. Chambers.
How do you do?
There now.
The finest novel
Mr. Garrison ever penned,
don't you agree, Owen?
Sir.
Hmm, however,
Mr. Garrison asserts
that he co wrote it
along with you, miss Shirley.
Mr. Garrison and I haven't
had the opportunity
to re-discuss credit.
But it is my original work, yes.
Unfortunately co-authorships
don't sell.
Your name would
denigrate the
promotability
of Mr. Garrison's.
In any event,
we want out of this contract.
Jack has nothing else
to deliver.
And he has other professional
interests he wants to pursue.
I sincerely doubt
miss Shirley's
claim, sir.
She just hasn't the experience.
Well, since your client is
so anxious to be relieved
of his contract,
these provisions
obligate us no further
than Jack's credit.
But, Mr. Winfield... I pretty
much wrote every word.
Really?
Well, if that's the case,
you, my dear,
are a terrible opportunist.
I wrote
this book.
And don't you dare think
of publishing these galleys...
or anything else of mine,
or I'll see you in court.
He submitted it.
His name goes on it.
Good day, sir.
Uh, yes, good
day to you.
Anne.
You hypocritical swindler.
What?
What did you call this business?
Packaged goods?
You're all nothing better
than a bunch of pirates.
He's going to publish
it with only your credit.
You're out
of your contract.
Anne.
Anne, wait.
They can't publish it.
I won't allow it.
You're making...
A big mistake.
The only mistake I made
was seeing stars
in my eyes when
I agreed to this charade.
Yes, it was a charade.
I wanted to work with you.
I admire your work.
I'm in love with you.
There.
If it never gets published,
at least I've preserved
some dignity.
I just don't know
what to tell you.
Nothing.
I have to ask myself,
how could I have been so naive?
Because you're always going off
so impulsively,
trying to be somebody
other than yourself.
But I love you
for all your unpredictability.
When I said that I'd get
used to it here, I meant it.
I won't let you down.
I'll find something else.
Anne,
you're never going to find
another job
in any publishing company
in New York once this gets out.
What is so blessed funny?
Oh, come on, Anne.
This is not
the end of the world.
I'm never going to be the
renowned physician they'd
like to make of me at Bellevue.
I'm happy being a good doctor.
That's all.
Let's go home.
Really?
Oh!
Anne, there's Diana.
I'm just going to grab a paper.
Diana.
200 men just signed up today.
Where were you?
Just stepped off
the ferry.
You can step back
defend your country
if you're worth your salt.
Fred, good
to see you.
I see you were accosted too.
Sign of a coward.
Those dames are trying
to incite fellas to enlist.
Where are they taking them?
The old quarantine hospital
up the coast has been converted
to a convalescent home
for the boys
lucky enough to be sent back.
I should drive up,
see if they need a hand.
You're not going
anywhere,
Gilbert Blythe...
you and your
bride and
I have business
to discuss.
Best to choose your battles with
these new-fangled
businesswomen, Gil.
Well, will you look at that.
Mr. Harrison's gone
and sold the place.
Please go.
Aren't you even
the least bit curious?
No,
what are you smiling at?
You, you silly goose.
Why?
Gilbert's gone and bought
the place for you.
With a little help
from Fred's bank.
That is the most loving
and generous thing
that anyone's ever done for me.
It makes up for
every unfulfilled dream
I ever contemplated.
Thank you.
Just let me go in alone,
just for a moment.
Ok.
I think you may be
a kindred spirit after all.
I'll try
and do anything
and be anything you want
if you'll only
keep me, miss Cuthbert.
If I were very beautiful and
had nut-brown hair, would you
keep me?
You might be
of good to her.
Always be your Anne,
Anne of Green Gables.
I can drive back and forth
until the weather gets bad.
Then I'll board
and come home on the weekends.
Don't sacrifice
your education for me.
You blessed girl.
Everything all right?
I'm home now.
This is
my house.
We'll be back for you
in a couple of hours.
Diana said I could stay
with them until the wedding.
And that way you can live here.
You won't have to board in town.
Oh, I get to do
all the work, I see.
I didn't mean it like that.
Oh, God.
We did the right thing,
didn't we?
Sure, we did.
What is it?
Nothing.
I was just thinking
about Dr. Powell.
My leaving was
an awful setback to him.
We did the right thing.
Well, we can't always take
the most obvious road in life.
Our gains have been substantial,
ladies and gentlemen.
For every 100 men who stood
beside our king at flanders,
over 200 enemy have fallen.
And if this trend continues...
Gil.
Moody.
Good to see you.
Josie.
We heard you were setting up
an office at Green Gables.
So far no one's come
for as much as a toothache.
Well, there are
more crucial events abroad
that need safekeeping
more than Green Gables.
I know that, Josie.
Moody, Josie,
how lovely.
Anne.
Isn't it sad
how few people
our age have
stayed in Avonlea?
Yes, everybody's
left.
Look at here...
carmody here has
become such a booming city now.
But it's good to see
you're staying.
Well,
congratulations
are in order.
I hear Diana Barry's
having the reception.
Yes, I hope you'll honour us
with your presence.
Will you be getting married
in uniform, Gil?
Gil's setting up to serve
the community here.
And the papers say the war is
going to be over in a few weeks.
Well, I suppose it's
not your fault
if the American papers
never report things accurately.
It's nothing less
than a disaster.
My three brothers have left.
I mean, even pa's gone
as a civilian.
All able-bodied
men feel
a responsibility to
protect our empire.
Able-bodied men are
needed at home, too.
Look at Doc. Stuart running
the convalescent home
for casualties...
Gil's volunteering there.
Doc. Stuart's near retirement.
No one in this town
will be seen by a doctor
not prepared
to serve his country.
Josie, Moody.
Well, I can see her tongue
has grown by yards
since we've been away.
That was practically a threat.
She's always been jealous
of you and me.
For heaven's
sake.
If the only medical
help left are
the Doc. Stuarts,
this island needs
all the help
it can muster.
I should pay Doc. Stuart a visit.
Whoa!
I'm going to see how much
assistance I can be here.
I won't be long.
I've got lots to keep me busy.
Gil.
Do you think it's as bad
as they say overseas?
I'm worried a war of this size
isn't going to be over
in weeks or months, Anne.
What's at the
other end can't be
glorious at all.
I'll do everything I can...
For now.
We'd be grateful for even a few
hours of your time each week.
My practice isn't
very busy yet.
'Morning, Jim.
Look at that.
Jim.
Your brother Harry
used to play hockey with me
on the Avonlea avengers.
I lost
track of him.
Uh, Dr. Blythe.
I don't think Harry made it.
Three weeks on a ship coming
home with no care whatsoever.
This one's lucky to be alive...
If the gangrene doesn't get him.
Now let's get
a look at those dressings.
There's shrapnel in there
that won't let it heal.
We could operate right away
if you have anything
to knock him out with.
May.
Let's take Jim inside.
There's not much morphine.
Any supplies that you can track
down would be appreciated.
But they don't even patch them
up before they ship them home.
They'd have
a better chance
if someone took
the time
on the
battlefield.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
They're in the
ballroom at
the white sands.
Well, actually, we had something
a little different in mind.
Well, what about
setting up
a beautiful white silk tent
in the garden for the reception.
We were thinking of
a simple ceremony on the lawn
or in the orchard
at Green Gables.
Anne, there's so
much more room
here for all
the guests.
But, Diana,
there's nothing wrong
with a quiet home ceremony.
It was just good enough
for you and
Fred... Before you
started putting on airs.
I do not put on
airs, mother.
Yes, you do.
Fred,
you're finally home.
Dinner wouldn't keep.
I let Agnes leave.
Diana,ay I speak with you
for a moment?
We're in the middle of planning.
It can't wait.
We need to speak privately.
What's so blessed important
that you could be so rude?
The money markets
have been a shambles
these past few months
because of the war
and the bank's
having to consolidate.
They decided to close
my branch today.
I'm sure they'll
transfer you somewhere nearby.
I'm not taking another position.
We're well off.
Perhaps you won't even
have to return to work.
Anne, Gil, I want to compare
lists to yours.
I'm not going
back to work, Diana.
I'm enlisting.
Your family
comes before your country.
Fred, what the devil
are you doing here
so early in the morning?
We need
to speak.
Can you give me a lift in
before Anne comes over?
I, uh, worked out a budget
to manage the monthly expenses.
All our investments are secure.
Fred, I don't think Diana's
going to react as you imagine.
Can't you at least tell her...
Gil,
Diana can't face
the reality of being
of service to one's country.
This has been
going on for months.
I understand.
I really do.
Ok.
Give Diana and the kids
a kiss for me.
Tell them I'll be back
in a month,
once we've cleaned
the kaiser's clock, eh.
God speed.
Thanks.
Hey, back of
the line.
We're first to
sign up today.
This is for those of you
who lag behind.
You don't want
your kids asking you,
"so, what did you do
in the war, daddy?"
Are you
a pacifist?
Or are you
just yellow?
You can recruit
a man,
not a jellyfish.
Anne, what's taking
so darn long?
Don't get your
knickers in a knot.
Oh, Anne, you're ravishing.
Who ever would have thought
a store-bought dress
would satisfy Diana?
But you were right.
Oh, Diana's veil
looks perfect
for something
borrowed.
How's the
dress length?
I may have to
take it up a little,
but it's a perfect
fit otherwise.
Gilbert Blythe,
what are you doing?
It's very bad luck
to see your prospective bride
in her wedding dress.
Gil, just wait
on the porch
and I'll change.
Into the kitchen.
I just dropped Fred off.
He spoiled it.
That's all there is to it.
We're going to have to change
the entire design
of the dress to disguise it.
Dear Mrs. Barry, I've weathered
lots of bad luck in my day.
I have to
stop him.
Look, Diana, he'll be on the
ferry to the mainland by now.
What possessed you to help him?
I am not condoning
my involvement.
Diana, Diana, he needed someone
to see him off.
He couldn't confront you
for fear that
you wouldn't understand
his reasons.
He told me to say goodbye
to you and the kids.
For the past year in New York,
this war was just
a headline in the paper... here,
it's our duty.
You're getting married
in a week.
But what's the point
if you're just
going to desert your family?
Anne, are you
going back home already?
Anne?
Anne...
You don't need to do this now.
We need to talk.
Anne, please.
I have to do this.
Help me move this.
Anne, Anne, I got it.
Call for help.
Emily, Green Gables is on fire.
Send the blessed fire wagon.
Anne, Anne, you can't, Anne.
No, no!
I guess Providence was looking
out for the old place.
Hi, Jack.
We're grateful, fellows.
...and roll these out.
Old Jerry says that
he can replace the windows.
Do the repairs right away.
We can finish restoring
when I return.
Marry me now and let me go.
Everything I've
ever loved...
It's taken away.
By the power invested in me,
I declare you
officer and Mrs. Blythe...
Thank you.
It's very sweet of you.
Thank you.
Forgive me for
what I said that day.
You've done us all
very proud, Gil.
Thank you.
Shall we be friends now?
Your attention, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, a toast.
To the happy couple, huh?
Who... Are... About to sacrifice
some of the happiest days
of their lives...
To defend God and the Empire.
Hear, hear.
The happy couple.
Well, somebody's
got to avert
the gloom of
reverend Morgan.
Let's get the bride
and groom dancing.
Diana, we've waited
five years for this.
Don't rush.
Yes, and another toast...
To officer Blythe...
And all the God-fearing men
who are off to destroy the hun.
Don't step on my notes.
They're part of my sermon.
Oh, my.
Sorry, I've
ruined the tent.
What do you mean
the tent was too tall?
Hello,
uh, madam...
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
The postman dropped this
notice off, miss Shirley.
There is a registered
package for you
at the charlottetown
post office.
Oh, yeah.
Do you make lots of money
writing magazine
articles, miss Shirley?
No, not a lot,
but, with tutoring,
it's enough
to get by.
Ginny, you have
five weeks
before the exams
for redmond.
I'm terrified
to the point of dyspepsia.
Promise me
you'll brush up
over
the holidays.
I haven't had
a student of mine
pass with less than
flying colours yet.
Won't you be there,
miss Shirley?
You don't
need me
to hold your
hand, Ginny.
Your Latin and
Greek may be
at the mercy
of Providence,
but you
shall excel
in all the
other arts.
That I have
every faith in.
Hello, you have
something for me.
There you are.
Thank you.
Oh, as I live and breathe.
The world thinks you're
hibernating at the bottom
of a well, Anne dear,
I haven't seen you all winter.
Rachel.
Have you heard
the news?
Davey Keith's signed up.
Has he?
Trust that bright
little devil
to come home driving a tank...
But that's not the worst
or the latest.
The wrights got word.
No.
Fred's gone missing
at Vimy Ridge.
Oh, my God.
They think they found six
other boys on Carmody, too.
Charlie Sloane,
Moody Spurgeon...
Apparently, several
of their tags got sent
to government house
at charlottetown.
As it happens, Fred's
wasn't among them.
He's been listed all the same.
Oh, we'll call on Diana.
To the most faithful,
to our glorious dead.
Charles Sloane...
Wilfred Bell...
Moody Spurgeon.
And to those missing
in action...
Fred Wright
and alistair covey...
May their weary souls
rest in God should Providence
call them, too.
Would you all please turn
with me to hymn number 550?
Abide with me.
Fast falls the eventide.
Anne? Anne.
I can't, I can't sit in there
and listen helplessly.
Come here.
Have you heard
from Gil?
All of his letters
were sent back.
Oh.
I'm afraid.
Something's happened.
I need to know what.
What can you possibly do?
Go to the last field hospital
I have record of.
Search from there.
Through all
of France?
They won't let civilians
to the front.
I won't stay here and wait
for my husband's funeral.
No.
I have to go.
You can do what the rest of us
only dream of doing, Anne.
Will you be all right?
We're moving in with
mom next week.
The house
sold, then?
It's all right.
We were never
happy there anyway.
Come and live at green
gables till I come back.
I feel better knowing
you were there.
Germans will eat humble pie
for sinking the lusitania,
now that the yanks
have joined up.
It's about time.
Bar-le-duc next.
We're getting off
at that field hospital.
Then we'll catch the next train,
meet up at ypres in the morning.
Why isn't the
train stopping?
The town must be under siege.
I'm going. My husband may
be at the field hospital.
Stand back!
It's far too dangerous.
I have to get off!
I have to get off!
Give me your hand!
Here! Reach! Here!
Give me your had!
Anne Shirley?
What?
It's a joke.
Close the door!
Get back!
Open it!
My husband may be back
there, please!
There's
nothing left,
even if you
could get off!
What happened
back there?
When the jerries
started trying
to level
the town,
British minefields
went off everywhere.
Field hospital's about
the only thing
left standing.
How can I get back?
It's a cesspool.
Not many civilians
make it this far.
I'm tracking my husband
for months.
If he's there, I've missed
my only chance
to get off the train.
Life is full of missed
opportunities.
Ha... What are you doing here?
I've been working as a war
correspondent back and forth
between London and Belgium
for a year.
Putting the name Jack Garrison
to good use?
Hasn't hurt.
American papers
love the sensational.
I'm sure they do.
What now?
Did we hit
something?
The Germans have
ambushed the line.
Open the door.
What in God's name is going on?
Pipe down...
we'll get
shot because
of you.
Here...
Down the trench.
Hurry.
We got no choice but hide
here till morning.
I must find a way to return
to the field hospital
at bar-le-duc.
Maybe it's the only safe place,
as long as it's been cleared.
Get rid of
that uniform.
Why?
Jerries will shoot you on sight,
like those poor wretches.
Why?
They were with the red cross.
Red cross
volunteers
equals supplies.
Jerries are in worse shape
than the limeys right now.
They'll kill you if they
think you got morphine.
Colette?
Anne Shirley.
Anne Blythe.
Anne, this is Colette.
Hello.
She doesn't
speak English.
Her family's scattered.
I planned on getting
them to safety,
but plans changed for worse.
Tu dors maintenant...
Cherie, tu dors.
...everything was lost.
How old is
the baby?
Barely a year.
I never thought I'd live
to see he day
I'd thank you, Jack Garrison.
Colette,pour le bebe...
Pour vous.
Here,pour vous.
Pour LA manger.
Merci, madame, merci.
Jack.
No, thank you.
Anne, remember what
I said back in New York...
I wanted to help you.
Your life has obviously gone
in one sweeping direction
and mine in another.
I meant what I said, too.
Mr. Garrison.
Mr. Garrison.
It's a German horse to boot.
Maybe we can hitch it to a wagon
and help us get back
to the field hospital.
Anne, Anne.
They're blowing up
the train back there.
Come back.
You can't be sane, Anne, Anne!
Are you hurt?
That's the train
they're blowing' up.
Hell of a way to come up
with a story material,
huh, Mrs. Blythe?
We'll hitch the horse to
the wagon and move out at dawn.
It's clear, move.
They've broken through, captain.
They gassed us;
They broke through.
Fix your bloody
bayonets, officers.
We've got
to help.
No, Anne, wait!
Cover the babe. Anne, wait.
Those fumes are toxic.
Couple of whiffs of this stuff,
and you won't get up.
I can't move with them
around here any more.
What are
you saying?
See you at the field hospital.
What?
If I don't
show up...
Where are
you going?
Get Colette and the baby
to this address in London.
What are you
talking about?
I have an apartment there.
I keep it as an office.
It's paid for.
I can't leave France,
while you run off
to get yourself a good story.
I wish it were that simple.
This war must end.
And I have my part in it.
Field hospital's down
in the valley.
Ho, sergeant!
Sergeant, general pershing
on that train?
I need to talk to him!
Wait, damn it!
American soldiers.
Courage, but nothing upstairs.
Madame Blythe vous protege
tous les deux.
She's a good woman.
Non, ca suffit, ca suffit.
Au revoir.
Au revoir,big guy.
Amene-moi
avec toi.
Wait! Wait!
You are despicable!
If I ever get my hands on you...
He'll live, if we can
find a quiet truck
for him that doesn't shake.
Picked up a whole company
half an hour ago, doctor.
No one noticed them missing till
the gas attack this morning.
And general Spence has orders
that we move to neufchateau
by this afternoon.
We'll never get all
casualties from the field.
Bring back those that
we have a hope of treating;
not these poor souls that are
gone by the time we get them.
If we're overrun,
they'll capture this
hospital for supplies.
Just give them all a good dose
of morphine in the trucks
so they can sleep...
my orders stand.
Right.
Dope them up.
I'll be outside.
Dr. Blythe,
colonel Marshall wants you
to head up to
the clearing station.
Headquarters has been shelled.
They're up to their eyeballs
in fatalities.
You can take this ambulance.
Let me take this.
No, no, no, it's all right.
Please help me.
This woman's exhausted.
It's all right.
My husband might be here.
I'll get food.
Excuse me, excuse me.
I'm looking for
Dr. Gilbert Blythe.
He's my husband.
Up there, love.
Gil!
Gil!
Colette.
Please, please,
take the baby, please.
Help me!
No time
to spare.
We're being
bombed... round up
all available
drivers.
Lay her down there.
It's all right
Colette, it's ok.
It's all right now, Colette.
It's going to be all right.
Promettez... Promettez...
Promettez-moi... Promettez.
Mon bebe...
Promettez.
I promise.
Garde-le.
I promise.
Garde-le.
I promise.
We need every able-bodied
driver, madam.
If you're Mrs. Blythe, you can
meet him at the next station.
She's gone.
Step this way, dear.
What about
this baby?
Field nurses should
look after it.
Follow me.
What about
the girl?
Stretcher bearer's duty, dear.
Maps and whatever supplies
are in the canteen up front.
Get moving.
This place is going
to be destroyed.
Cripes, that was close.
Here, let me take him.
What's his name?
Dominic.
Thank God you can drive, miss.
When them shell-shocked
stretcher-bearers get
behind the wheel, lord.
Avoid mud holes at all costs.
Abigail, do navigate for her.
What will happen to him?
Maybe find a home... if the
next church isn't
blasted to smithereens.
The field hospital's
through there.
Unload these trucks
as quickly as possible.
Little tyke's bloody hungry, he is.
Here, looks like
he's yours from now on.
I'll get you fed.
I'll try and find some food.
Merci, mon pere.
Soyez prudente.
C'est un miracle,
le petit qui a survi.
Et qu'est devenue LA maman?
Ellest morte.
Et vous, mon enfant,
d'ou venez-vous?
Ah, je suis...
Canadienne,
je suis Canadienne.
Ah, Canadienne!
C'est tres bon.
On a beaucoup de canadiens
ici dans notre village.
Vous cherchez une famille
pour s'occuper
de I'enfant, c'est ca?
Oui, ah... S'il vous plait,
watch him.
Garde-le, s'il vous plait,
while I helples malades.
Have you seen Dr. Blythe here?
He's supposed to have returned
from the clearing station.
I know they were trying to...
evacuate the station when we left.
None of them troops have
returned yet.
Oh, I'm so close.
I just saw him.
You'll meet up again, love.
Calm down.
I'm sorry. I've been
searching for months.
Did any of the American
troops come here?
Sorry, love... all this noise
about yanks joining the war,
and I haven't seen one of them
set foot on French soil yt.
I see.
Can I help?
Some of them blokes
are in dire pain.
Slip these under their
tongues with a little water.
Morphine.
Anne?
Anne.
Anne.
Oh, my Lord.
Fred?
It is you.
Fred.
Oh, Fred, we thought we'd lost you.
Not yet.
Oh, gracious Providence.
All Avonlea's taken you for dead.
C-can you find someone
to treat this?
Yes... Yes, of course, of course.
Fred, here.
Here, Fred.
Slip this under your tongue.
Right, all right, I'll come back.
Oh, Gracious Providence.
Oh, Fred... Hang on.
Nurse, nurse, can you
get someone to help
clean and disinfect
this soldier's wound.
Sorry, dear. Soon as a doctor's free.
All right.
Fred, oh, Fred.
How are my little ones, Anne?
How's Diana?
Everyone was fine, I think.
Uh... I've written to Diana.
I've been travelling around so
much, she doesn't know how to...
Fred... I'm prattling on.
They say I can't fight any more.
C-can you get me home?
Gil can help.
Gil?
I saw him at the field hospital.
He's coming from the clearing station.
All right, Fred.
Is anyone going
back to bar-le-duc?
There's nothing left.
The Germans completely
razed the field hospital.
Did you see my husband leave?
I don't know.
Didn't he leave the clearing station?
Please tell me what happened.
Fred!
Fred?
Oh, my God.
Oh, no, no.
Dominic!
Mon pere!
Father...
Oh, no.
Dominic... Dominic!
Here we go, here we go.
Help me, please help me.
I have to get this man loaded on.
I'll help.
I'll help you.
Where's this convoy departing for?
All the way to Boulogne, I think.
I have to get a few of these
casualties back to England.
This whole town has to keep moving.
Ah, Mrs. Blythe.
We need you or here.
Get that ambulance over here!
Step this way. Hurry now.
Please, my husband
didn't get out, did he?
I can't say. Get in please.
We've no time to even think.
No, wait, please.
The baby.
Give it up to one of
the townswomen, please!
Oh, it's like
a state of siege, isn't it?
You can't take the mum
away from her baby.
Will you get out of
the bloody way, we're trapped!
Any other vehicles from Bar-le-Duc?
No, this is it.
Everybody else left in the field
is either captured or killed.
I have to go to the convoy
that's departing for Boulogne.
I have a friend in the truck.
I have to see that gets out.
You relax. Can't get
any worse for him.
Load the men back on.
Can't afford to spend the night
in this area. Come on.
I need someone over here.
He needs to be fed.
Can we get some milk?
You help unload.
I'll take him to the infirmary.
I've got him.
Right.
W-where's officer Wright?
He was in your truck.
You want to find somebody, lady?
Get back on the next
convoy to the front.
But stop wandering around when...
these men are clambering for help.
It's all right, it's all right.
Settle down now.
Let me help you.
Soldier, listen to me.
Look, look at me.
You must listen to me.
Nurse?
Officer Wright?
He's over there, ma'am.
Doctor...
I know this man.
How can I help him?
Well, I had to amputate the arm
to remove the gangrene.
I've done all that I can do.
See that he's lucky enough
to get shipped out.
Fred... Fred?
What's going to happen to me?
I'm going to get you home.
Fred, I'm going to get you home.
I saw their faces
when you went missing.
I'm going to get you home
to your children.
Can I get him on the next
ship out of port?
All right.
Cover him up,
and don't anyone hear him cry.
We're leaving for Paris, Tilda.
The station at the embassy...
needs massive help.
Excuse me?
Can I, can I trouble you further?
Yes.
Can you... Can you take this note
to the embassy
on the chance that
my husband's whereabouts
become known to the Red Cross?
My man is missing too.
It's all we can do but try.
I'll get you home, Fred.
You'll see your loved ones soon.
You'll be all right, Fred.
Here Fred, here.
This is the first stage of the
journey home
I'll verify this is the place.
You go ahead, Anne.
We'll be fine.
No, we've not seen hide nor hair
of that Garrison chap for months.
He requested that we leave
everything as is.
I had my concerns at one point
he was a spy.
He said everything was paid for.
Oh, yes, to the letter.
Always six months in advance.
And we do like those
American Greenbacks.
Are you a relative, dear?
Oh, heavens no.
I'm Canadian.
I worked with Mr. Garrison
in New York.
Not married?
I have a child
and an invalid officer to support,
if you know of any jobs.
Few jobs these days, with
everyone evacuating the city.
We're on tenterhooks
for this horror to end.
I'm strong from so much...
physical work at the front.
And I'm prepared to do
any manual labour,
even here at the hotel.
Well, per...
only opportunity
for women these days
is volunteer work and
such at the Red Cross.
Thank you.
We hope you'll be comfortable.
Can't promise anything, Madame.
Mr. Wright is on a list
for the earliest...
shipment of vets back to Canada...
in two months.
Nothing sooner?
Only if you're willing to pay.
She says the children are well.
Not a word about herself.
How is Anne?
Doesn't ask about me.
Oh, Fred.
Let me help.
Fred.
Last thing she told me was how
she prayed you two
would have another chance.
She loves you, Fred.
It's hard being cooped up in here
with you typing like a fiend.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realize I was bothering you.
I'm just trying to get these
notes from the front typed up
while they're still fresh
in my mind... there.
All these months I wish I had it
in me to say goodbye to them.
Maybe I should get out
and get some air.
Thank you.
Probably do us both some good.
All right.
Everything's going to be fine, Fred.
I'll get you home.
You'll see your loved ones soon.
If they can bear the sight of me.
Over here, miss.
Missy.
Where is this Mr. Garrison posted?
He's connected to a General
Pershing. That's all I know.
We last saw each other
at Bar-le-Duc.
General Pershing is involved right now
in setting up a telephone
network across France.
Officer Garrison could be anywhere.
If I were to send
a cable to the General?
You can only try.
Baby arrived safely in London.
Not everything worked out.
Contact
as soon as possible.
Await instructions.
All right, we'll see
what we can do.
What's going on?
What's going on?
Nothing... But I think
they're bombing the city.
The Zeps are coming.
Everyone, down to the basement.
Down to the basement, please.
All the way down
to the basement, please.
Everything's under control.
All the way down.
Everyone, down
to the basement, please.
Down to the basement.
That's it, mam.
Down to the basement.
All the way down.
Thank you, sir.
Mind your step, love.
I hate this stupid old war.
When can I go back to sleep?
Soon, soon.
You'll remind him some day
he learned to toddle
while London burned.
Ha, ha, wonky little thing.
Let me out of here.
Fred... Fred.
You're all right.
You're safe down here.
You're safe. Come on.
Not to worry, everyone.
Good excuse to clear out
this load of old rubbish.
Can I hold him, Madame?
All right.
Your baby's not ill, I hope.
Oh, no, no. He's quite fine now.
Just got a little cough.
I only ask because
my husband... He nearly died
at the front from the pneumonia.
He's home on leave soon.
All we can think about is
getting back to Canada.
Where in Canada?
Halifax.
Ha, ha, no.
I taught in Halifax for five years.
We're from Prince Edward island,
just off the coast of Nova Scotia.
My dad used to sing
to us about Canada.
# So farewell to Nova Scotia,
you sea-bound coast #
# Let your mountains
dark and dreary be #
# For when I'm far away
on the briny ocean tossed #
# Will you ever give
a sigh and a wish for me...? #
"We regret to inform you that
the whereabouts of your husband"
"Captain Gilbert Blythe"
"are currently unknown. "
"We have reason
to believe that the enemy"
"may have captured
Captain Blythe. "
This, um, what does this,
what does this mean?
No one knows conclusively
if he's dead.
When a prisoner of war's tags
are returned through the Red Cross,
the prisoner may have
been moved to another camp,
or simply disappeared.
Someone must know where he went.
He's the head of his division.
I'm very sorry, Madame.
Please... He didn't just cease to exist.
Under the circumstances,
I don't believe they can claim
the individual as missing in action.
Dr. Blythe, like many
other medical personnel,
may have been captured and
forced to work for the enemy.
He may have come in contact
with certain information
that made him a target...
we just don't know.
What... In heaven's name?
The Findlays asked us
downstairs for tea.
I come back to find this.
Where's Dominic?
With the Findlay's.
What's going on, Anne?
I don't know.
How much do you really know
about Jack Garrison...
where is he?
I don't know.
I spoke to the dodds. They don't
seem really concerned.
Someone must be watching us.
Diana hasn't been able
to arrange passage.
Fred!
I'm doing my best.
Just be grateful
you're as safe as you are.
Well, it's possible it may have
been a thief, Mrs. Blythe.
But, then again,
nothing was stolen.
Uh... Has this ever happened before?
No, the room has been
sealed for months
at Mr. Garrison's request.
Are you sure couldn't
have been officer Wright?
You have to admit he's been
acting awfully erratically.
Thank you for looking after
Dominic for me.
It's all right.
We had a lovely afternoon together.
I received some news
today about my husband.
I found out he was
a P.O.W. In Germany.
What do you mean, "was. "
No one seems to know
what's happened to him.
I'm so sorry.
But I keep thinking...
If he was really dead,
surely I would know that
in my heart.
I would feel
a terrible... Emptiness.
You can understand that?
Can't you, Mrs. Findlay?
Shh... I know, I know, Anne.
You mustn't give up hope.
Wh... let go of me! Ahh!
Shh, shh, shh.
It's me. It's Jack.
It's Jack. Don't be afraid.
Are you ok? You ok?
What are you trying to do?
Scare me half to death?
I have been waiting and waiting.
This is the only safe place
for us to talk.
Where have you been?
I'm sorry it's taken so long.
Colette and I need to meet
so we can make arrangements
for the, for...
What?
Colette is dead, Jack.
There was a...
The boy?
He's safe.
I tried to contact you.
Where is he?
He's in the apartment.
I can't let anyone know I'm here.
Help me.
Get me into the apartment.
Yes.
Someone broke in to the apartment.
Did you see anyone?
No. Why can't anyone
know that you're here?
Who's watching Dominic?
I left him with a friend.
Let's hope it's still here.
Can't you tell me what you're up to?
I'm involved in something
very important.
I need to make sure
you and Dominic are safe.
I know I can trust you
implicitly, Anne.
I want to send him
back to Canada.
No, no. Don't do that.
My plans have changed now.
Colette and I weren't married.
But Dominic...
He's my flesh and blood.
It was never my intention
to get involved with Colette.
But I did.
And I loved her.
You better hurry.
I should never have encouraged
them to come with me.
No, you shouldn't have.
Nor put me in the middle of this.
Look...
I'm involved in American government
underground efforts
to end the war.
But I'm being followed.
I need you to stay put
until I can contact you
with arrangements for Dominic.
I can't stay here indefinitely.
It won't be for that long.
Anne, you can't tell anyone.
You can't tell the neighbours,
you can't tell any guests
in the hotel, no one
that I've been here.
Where will you go?
I got your last cable
through pershing.
Leave any messages
for me at the embassy.
I got to get out of here.
Did you ever find your husband?
His field unit was captured
at Neufchateau.
I plan to go back for him.
You never give up, do you?
No.
Promise to take care of my boy
if anything happens to me.
What's going to happen to you?
Nothing.
Nothing, for the moment.
Just promise me.
I promise.
Thank you.
Join us, Anne...
you need a solid breakfast
before a long day's job hunt.
I'll be fine.
You've been more than generous.
I insist.
You'll fade away to nothing, you will.
I'm actually very hungry, thank you.
I'll get Dominic a sweater.
Can I order for you?
Thank you, Fred.
I'm beginning to feel
like we're a married couple.
Let's get some food.
Mrs. Blythe?
My name's Fergus Keegan.
I'm editor-in-chief of the
London illustrated dispatch.
I was hoping to introduce myself.
Jack Garrison worked for us.
I was wondering if you'd
had contact with him.
No, I'm afraid not.
Are you waiting here to meet him?
No, I-I knew Jack in New York.
And he's just lent my friend
and me his apartment
while we're here in London.
Forgive me...
Jack used to feed us reports
concerning events at the front,
and he is sorely missed.
We were very successful
at selling his stories
to the American papers.
And I was hoping that he would be
returning to London.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Excuse me,
but how do you know me?
The hotel manager
mentioned that you
were staying in Jack's apartment
and that you were
looking for work.
And I may be of some assistance
there. You are a writer?
Yes, I am.
I'm not planning on being
in London for much longer,
but a job
would be very much appreciated.
Yes, well,
I would be only too happy
to meet you at my office,
if you're interested,
and we can discuss any positions
that might be available
at the newspaper.
Here... My card.
Well, thank you very much.
And you will keep us
informed if you receive
any more information
concerning Jack.
We'd be most obliged.
Good day.
Good day.
Uh, did Mr. Keegan have
anything for you, Mrs. Blythe?
Yes, he gave me his card.
Well, he's a good man,
Mrs. Blythe.
Mr. Garrison always
spoke so highly of him.
Maybe he can help you
locate your husband.
They have wire services there
and so many fancy new methods
of communication.
Well, thank you for mentioning
it. I was in need of a job.
How do you know him?
So many journalists have
resided here over the years.
It's a close little circle.
Well, thank you again.
Hello. Mr. Fergus Keegan, please.
Thank you.
Mrs. Blythe, I am so glad
that you called...
please.
I decided to take you up
on your offer.
But, as I mentioned,
I'll only be staying in London
for a little while longer
before I return to the front.
Well, we do have a temporary post
that requires prompt placement.
The researcher
to our society columnist,
Maude Montrose,
has left her position.
Sounds intriguing.
Would it be possible
for me to utilize any...
excuse me.
Wages here are one pound,
six shillings a week.
That should be fine.
As I was saying,
I would like to avail myself
of the information bureau
and the wire service,
if it's not an imposition, sir.
I'd happily pay
out of my own wages.
My secretary will be glad
to introduce you
to any of the journalists
or war correspondents
that come in and out
of our wire service bureau.
And, after all, one good turn
always deserves another.
Fergus!
You completely forgot
to specify typing speed.
The ad is exactly
as you requested, my dear.
Maude Montrose,
meet Mrs. Anne Blythe.
Miss Montrose,
my background
is mostly editorial... Winfield
Publishing house in New York.
I can type 50 words a minute.
Well, we have an agreement.
Please.
You'll be working as her assistant
but, in reality,
you'll be working for me.
Frankly, Mrs. Blythe,
we need someone
to keep an eye on Maudie.
She has a large clientele
of socialites,
many of whom try to express
their own views in her column.
Sometimes her approach
to politics
is a tad, um, misguided.
Warning me ahead of time
of any sensitive matters
that might crop up in her column
would save us all
a great deal of trouble.
Well, we have an agreement.
Oh, please.
I was raised in Manhattan.
You're not going to burden me
with some perfidious,
little New York editor.
Now, now.
Don't worry, Mrs. Blythe.
She won't bite.
I'll leave you two to get acquainted.
Well, the job is
a temporary one, Anne Blythe,
until I can move faster on my feet.
Now let me be Frank, darling.
My column is the most widely read
in this boring paper.
I'll do my best.
Any writing to do,
I'm happy to oblige.
My one mundane chore here...
Is a sleepy, little column called
"helpful hints for house and home,"
buried in the classifieds.
See what ideas
you can dredge up for next week.
Your desk is over there.
I told you I wanted someone
who met my criteria.
Oh, I see.
You just have to hire this one,
don't you, Fergus?
Why don't you have her cover
the Harrington Benefit?
Perhaps she'll do the world of good.
Hmm.
Gil!
What is "helpful hints" doing
on the cover of this rag?
Selling papers.
Women want to read stories
about other women's
contributions to the war effort.
Of course they do.
It was my idea.
Mrs. Blythe has captured the
enthusiasm of legions of women
who are starting to protest the war.
Look at this:
"Sacrifice and loss"
"are the burden of women
on the homefront. "
"Like the officer who struggles
throughout the trenches,"
"there is never a moment of release"
"for the loved ones
who wait days and weeks"
"in fear of the report
of their impending loss. "
When could you ever
write with such empathy?
Could the French embassy go back
to the Red Cross for more information?
I have a contact there who can
verify the source of your letter.
I'm sorry.
We were to meet at 2:00.
It would be delightful
if you could put the same
intensity into my needs.
Where are today's proofs?
Photos?
The guest list?
Published menu?
Looks delicious.
The advance "at home" listing?
Well, you've forgotten the
catering "who's who" lists...
That was to accompany this.
And you've had time to do
your little helpful hints.
Who's helping who this week?
You mean my report on
British women
assisting at the front.
Well, your report, yes...
Penned by Jack Garrison.
I beg your pardon?
You do know Jack Garrison, don't you?
Well, I introduced Jack
to Keegan, darling.
I'm sorry about my column
ending up on the front page...
If that's what's upsetting you.
A word of advice.
Whatever information Jack
is feeding you for that
sleepy little column should be burned.
What information would Jack
be feeding me?
I haven't heard from him in weeks.
You let Jack know
that Keegan has been selling
his secret codes
to foreign hands for months.
Um, I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.
Excuse me.
She thinks you put my column
on the front page
so Jack can feed secret codes
and information through me.
Oh, it all seems
rather preposterous.
Do you think he's a spy?
I... I wouldn't know.
Maude has a rather overwrought
imagination... she's
typically American in that way.
She might say anything to pretend
that she was in Jack's circle.
It's very sad.
She should stick
to what she does best.
She has such a strong following.
But for some people, the other
man's grass is always greener.
Thank you so much
for coming to see me.
Oh, Mrs. Blythe,
have you ever considered
public speaking?
I must attend a local
salvation army fundraiser.
Your column has attracted so much
attention, I'm sure that they'd
rather hear you than me.
I'd be honored, Mr. Keegan.
Oh, by the way, how is Jack's
little boy...
I should think Jack
must be most anxious to see him.
He's doing very well, thank you.
Oh, Mrs. Blythe,
there's a phone call for you.
You can take it on the extension.
Go ahead.
Hello?
Jack, where are you?
No, I can't hear you.
I'll meet you in Paris, then.
No... No, I don't want to
keep him here, I want to send
him back to Canada.
It's absolutely the safest.
It won't be long before I can
afford the tickets.
I'm working.
For Fergus Keegan at the dispatch.
Fergus Keegan.
In the lobby.
Why?
Hello.
Ill never forget this time, Anne.
It's beginning to feel like
he belongs to both of us.
I heard from Jack Garrison tonight.
He wants me to stay
here till he can
make arrangements to bring
Dominic to France.
Don't be insane.
The Findlays have arranged
passage for all of us.
I know, but I can't leave until
I know what's happened to Gil.
You never saw what I did.
Next time, you may not get out.
Gil wouldn't want you
to go back and neither do I.
Look, why don't you sleep
in the bed tonight, hmm?
You've got us this far.
And I owe my life to you,
but I think it's time
we all go home.
We're a thrown-together
family, Fred.
Maybe this is it.
Maybe you two are
all the family I'll ever know.
But I'm going back
to try and find Gil... If I can.
Anne Blythe has
skyrocketed to prominence
at our newspaper for her
thought-provoking
and heartfelt attempts
to reach out
to the female population
and get them
to feel something about this war.
Mrs. Anne Blythe.
Good afternoon.
I know you all
have loved ones at the front
fulfilling their duties.
My husband too believed
he had a duty.
And that makes him just like
your husbands, brothers, sons.
They all believe that, even
if they sacrifice their lives,
it wouldn't be in vain.
They could die knowing
they had helped end this terrible war.
I have been to the front.
And there is little to be proud of now.
There's no glory.
Only horror, loss
and devastation.
Until the women
of the British Empire stand up
and openly acknowledge
the suffering,
this war may never end.
I say enough is enough.
Our duty
is to bring our men home.
You caused quite a stir.
I think Mr. Keegan's
of the school
that any publicity is good publicity.
A group smashed up this office
when Keegan allowed
a pro-German piece on
the sinking of the Lusitania.
I should use the side door
regularly if I were you.
Thanks for the information
about the German camps.
British medical personnel are
often kept in isolation.
Big shortage of doctors.
Perhaps the same thing
happened to your husband.
Thank you.
Missing something, miss Montrose?
I warned you that this position
was only temporary, Mrs. Blythe.
I no longer require
your assistance.
Mr. Keegan can employ you
if you decide to stay.
I'll finish my assignment
this afternoon.
Clean out my desk.
Mrs. Blythe, there are things
going on outside that we have
no control over.
Don't play into Keegan's hands.
I only want to help Jack.
What does this
have to do with Jack?
Oh, come now.
He's been springing prisoners,
gathering information
before the yanks even
stepped into France.
He truly believes that
the Americans can end the war.
And so do I.
Jack could expose Keegan
as a traitor,
but Jack doesn't want to tip
his hand just yet.
Who wrote this?
Jack did.
I managed to alert him...
Jack's changed the codes
and he's feeding his information
to American papers
through the gazette.
Anne, I have important news.
Please come in.
Yes, Mr. Keegan?
Sit down.
Maude has left the dispatch.
Would you ever consider
taking over her column?
Oh.
She told me
she didn't need me any more.
She never mentioned
anything about quitting.
Well, that's Maude,
always trying to pretend
she has the last word.
We had 10 years together.
It was time.
I very much appreciate the
opportunity you've proposed,
but I've made up my mind today
that I'm returning
to Canada with my friends.
You're not giving up
on your husband surely.
I hear the boys in the office
were most helpful.
No, I'm not giving up, but I...
I figure if all the rumors
are true, that the war
will end soon,
maybe he will be released.
What about Jack's whereabouts...
I noticed he had
a piece in the gazette
about the armistice.
He never did contact me.
Thank you again for the opportunity.
I've learned a great deal here.
Yes, I'm sure you have.
Tell me, will you be taking
Jack's baby with you?
Yes, I think that would be safest.
Mmm.
Well, good luck, Mrs. Blythe.
We will miss you.
Goodbye.
Thank you, ma'am.
Good day.
Anne, you're finally here.
This is my husband, George.
How do you do, Mrs. Blythe?
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
My wife has spoken of your
determination and courage.
Not today, I'm afraid.
He has everything secured
to leave on Tuesday.
Will you join us in the sitting room?
Yes, that would be lovely.
I'll just clean Dominic up
and I'll be right down.
Hello. I missed you today.
Yes...
That's a dirty face.
I've spoken to Jack.
We need to discuss travel
arrangements for Dominic
and for your husband.
Fred.
This is miss Montrose
from the dispatch.
How do you do?
The Findlays wanted
to play a game of bridge.
I came up to get the cards.
Would you care to join us downstairs
for a drink, miss Montrose?
I'm afraid that I can't
intrude, Mrs. Blythe.
I'll wait for you outside.
Fred, could you please take Domenic
for a moment while
I see miss Montrose out?
The Findlays are really hoping
you'll be joining us.
Fred, I'll only be a moment.
What do you mean make
travel arrangements
"for my husband", where is he?
I haven't much time.
We can speak over here.
Why did you leave the paper?
I want to get home to the U.S.
I've had enough of London society.
Where is my husband?
Jack has contacted me
and he's explained everything.
He thinks he's found
a connection in Germany.
Maude is a pal.
Bring Dominic to me.
I can get you to your husband.
You could be making this up.
You can't take that chance.
Who are you really?
I'm one of a group of loyal Americans
committed to bringing about peace.
I don't understand.
What do you want from me?
Our efforts require your help.
The Garrisons own
a chateau in Belgium.
Kit Garrison, Jack's aunt,
runs a local hospice
and orphanage there.
Now, Jack thinks that the war
is just about to end.
The child will be perfectly safe there.
And I will obtain the proper papers
for you to travel to Liege.
Kit Garrison has certain valuables
that have to be brought across,
but she's too well-known
with the enemy authorities.
Now, these valuables can be used
to buy medical supplies
on the black market,
and also assist Jack in bribing
certain important people
behind the lines.
Now, if you return with the valuables,
they can be safely carried in...
if?
...once you're there.
Jack's connections will help you
find your husband.
None of us are safe right now.
I know that.
Well, the train leaves at
noon tomorrow for Portsmouth.
Tomorrow?
You do want to return
the boy, don't you?
Yes, of course
I do.
W-why do you think I wouldn't?
Well, when you first
came to my office,
I didn't know what you were up to.
You're a good little poker player.
It's been a lovely visit.
Mon be.
Promettez-moi.
I promise.
You'll be safe.
You seem like
you're running away.
I'm going back to France.
There's a chance I can find Gil.
What's wrong, Anne?
Don't tell the dodds about
my leaving. Promise me, Fred.
I promise.
Why are you being so elusive?
What am I going to
tell the Findlays?
They bought our ticket.
Driver.
Anne, if you're in some kind
of trouble, let us help.
No, it's nothing. Don't worry.
Thank you for being so good
to us. I'll never forget you.
Guard him with your life, Fred.
You talk like we'll not see you again.
You'll see me in a couple...
you can't run off like this.
Mrs. Findlay, take the baby.
He shouldn't be here.
Waterloo station, driver.
Hurry, my love.
Oh, look at the soldiers.
Garrison is involved
in this, isn't he?
You have no idea
the kind of danger
you could be walking into.
Please, Fred.
Say goodbye and go.
Go!
Mrs. Blythe.
Ha, ha, Mrs. Blythe.
I came to say goodbye.
We must be brief.
Keegan may have followed me.
I'm sorry we're unable
to travel together.
I'm on my way to New York.
Well, thank you so much
for seeing me off.
Officer Wright came
to say goodbye too.
I've taken the liberty
of switching your tickets
to first class, thinking
you might find it
more comfortable
to travel with the child.
I'm glad that you haven't
changed your mind.
No, I haven't.
But Officer Wright is taking
Dominic back to Canada.
Make sure you check
your tickets before boarding.
And please give my regards
to Mr. Keegan
if you two should meet.
I will.
What was that about?
What's going on?
Oh, come.
Fred, I have no time.
Please, go, before
there's any trouble.
And don't ever let him
out of your sight. Promise me.
What kind of trouble?
You just go straight down there.
Your first left.
Here's a locker key
for Portsmouth.
Open it once you arrive.
Jack could expose Keegan
as a traitor
to British Intelligence, but
doesn't want to tip his hand.
Don't dare send Dominic to Canada.
Keegan will stop at nothing
to protect himself,
even if it means taking Jack's child.
Excuse me, excuse me, please.
Fred... I have to take him.
Anne, what are you doing?
I have to take him with me.
Anne, you're not thinking clear.
Fred, let him go.
I can't explain.
Please forgive me.
I'm going to miss my train.
Anne...
Hold on, son, hold on.
Stand back.
Passengers only, please.
Anne!
Excuse me.
Shall I hold your little boy?
Uh, no, thank you.
Portsmouth, Portsmouth.
Newspaper here!
Get your newspaper!
Newspaper!
Come and get it!
Newspaper here!
Do you need a hand, madam?
No.
Come and get your paper!
Newspaper!
Don't take a chance
on wearing this nun's habit yet.
Wait until you're
off the boat in France.
Tickets and directions to
the manoir de bonne esperance
in Belgium are enclosed.
I'm trusting you to get my boy back.
Passport, Madame.
Non, desole. Il est interdit
aux femmes de voyager.
All foreigner women must
be registered for travel.
No good. Very sorry.
But...
Jeez, those honest-to-God
American girls look
so great to me.
You know what? These godforsaken
uniforms are driving me nuts.
You're telling me.
Remember when I had
silk stockings?
You know where it's gone now?
Mud.
And more mud.
Excuse me, I couldn't help but
notice you're from stateside.
Are you with the ywca?
Ha, ha, ha, oh, God...
No.
We're actresses.
We're under contract.
For the boys.
For the boys.
We're heading to the front...
the French military
won't let any more women than
necessary into the danger zone,
so we're stuck
wearing these duds.
I threatened to turn
all of France
into a danger zone if they
kept us from our duty any longer.
Uh, are you registered
to travel across the front?
Actually, we spent the last
eight days stuck in Paris
trying to explain
to the government
why we're exempt
from all these bloody rules.
Yeah, we got our
registration papers.
Why, where are you going?
I'm going to Brussels,
and to Liege, hopefully,
if I can get through.
Why don't you stick with us?
We can get you in.
Yeah, we'd love a challenge.
Get her a different get-up.
Maybe the Red Cross
or Sally Anne.
Uh... No, it's all right, thank you.
Vos permits, s'il vous plait.
Allez-y.
Hey.
Who'd you knock off to get
your hands on that get-up?
No, I do imitations.
I dance a little.
I tell stories.
You know, like
this big Baldwin Locomotive
pulls up into the shed
with 4,000 yanks.
I jumps up on the platform,
doing a handspring
to boot, no less.
"Hey, boys, are we downhearted?"
I yells.
And I hear this ear-splitting,
"hell no!"
Ha, ha, I tell you...
It is the biggest show on earth.
This war has got me
hook, line and sinker.
Never knowing which song's
your last kind of spurs you on.
I envy you.
What are you talking about?
You're acting your
blessed heart out right now.
You bring happiness
into people's lives.
Happiness, oh, jeez.
Have another nip there,
sister Anne. Ha, ha...
I don't even know
who the devil I am any more.
We've all been swept up
in some tidal wave...
Keeping on the surface
for fear we'll drown.
And you do drown.
You do drown.
Along comes some 19-year-old
Jimmy something or other,
huh, from tulamassoo, Idaho,
to pay a call
and tell you about his latest loves.
Oh, and he vows nobody
can hold a candle to you.
Then, psst, gone.
Killed before the same hour
the next day.
Sometimes, I, I,
I can't stop bawling.
I only manage to keep
singing my songs
by looking over their heads
and not into their faces.
Yeah, well, she's got a bullet
from every guy she ever fell for.
Yeah, ha, ha... There ain't
a blank one in the bunch.
Look, I keep them alive in here.
What was that?
Salut.
Vous avez vu... I'enfant?
Dans ce compartiment.
Ah bon.
Mesdames.
Allez, passeports.
Allez, allez, vos papiers.
All right, all right, here.
Here, here.
Here... Sorry.
Et le bebe?
C'est un orphelin.
Busch, euh, busch, euh...
C'est un nom allemand ca.
Espion allemand peut-etre, hein?
German? I'm Yankee Doodle.
Busch? Can you believe he thinks
I'm sone kind of German beer.
C'est quoi ca?
Imposteur anglais, hein?
Non.
Hey! What are you doing?
Give me the baby!
Ahh!
Anne, Anne!
Anne...
Hey, what are you doing?
Anne!
Dominic...
Where's Dominic.
I don't know.
They threw mag
in the clink, the jerks.
With her bloody name and these
blasted German-coloured uniforms
and your accent, they think
we're a bunch of spies.
Spies.
Oh, my Lord.
They're going to
kill us at dawn.
That's why they've
taken the kid away.
Forget it. The doors are barred.
They're going to do
no such thing.
What are you doing?
How fast can you dig?
What are you doing?
Come on, come on, dig.
Dig faster.
What are you doing?
I don't know... Not sure yet.
Fill it with coal. Hurry!
Here, here.
Give me your shells.
No, no, not my boys.
Give me your shells.
I just want the gunpowder.
You can keep the shells.
Not my boys.
All right, here.
Look, at this point,
it's their way of saying thanks.
Here.
Got a match?
Yeah. Sure.
And your flask while you're at it.
Oh, jeez... Whiskey doesn't work
unless you're having a good time.
Here.
Ok, ok, stand back.
Elsie, run for the woods.
No, I can't go without Maggie.
Don't worry about us.
You just keep on treading water.
Go, go, go.
Mais ou va-t-Elle avec cet enfant?
Ou allez-vous?
Les autres, par ici!
Vers LA gauche, tout le monde.
C'est ca, c'est ca.
Et c'est bien.
Viens, mon viuex.
Voila, Voila.
Comme-ci, comme-ca, Voila.
Je cherche une petite soeur,
euh, avec bebe.
Je suis desole.
Je ne I'ai pas vue.
Non, non, je suis desole.
You're sorry.
Arretez... Arretez!
Arretez!
Je cherche le manoir
de bonne esperance.
Le chateau de...
Madame Kit Garrison.
Oui, on y va au manoir.
Venez, ma soeur.
Merci, merci.
Qu'est-ce qui se passe?
Merci.
Anne!
Anne!
Why didn't you wait at the station?
Trust you to find your own way.
Let me see your face.
Dominic... My boy.
My boy.
It's all right.
Yeah.
We made it.
I think we made it.
You've done something more
important than you can imagine.
You're very brave, Anne.
Very, very brave.
Anne Shirley, my dear, you've
never looked saintlier.
And you've brought
our Dominic home.
Are... Are we s-safe?
Well, they've killed the animals,
bayoneted the furniture
and poured 200 pots of jam
into my grand piano,
but this war is over.
The kaiser abdicated.
The war's going to end.
And Dominic will be very
safe here with aunt Kit.
Oh, let's get you all inside.
Welcome to one of my father's
many extravagances:
An impossibly large
chateau in the middle
of no-man's-land for
summer holidays.
This is where the children play
after lessons and before bed.
This is regine and this is Dominic.
Will you take him under your wing?
He's going to stay for a while with us.
He reminds me of Colette.
Thank you.
Anne, you look as if you've been
dragged through the mud.
Let someone look after
you for a change.
Each of these will save hundreds
of lives with medical supplies,
what otherwise be impossible
to procure now...
And assist Jack to bring
this blessed war to an end.
You needn't worry about
this young fellow any more.
He's safe here. Bye-bye.
As long as I live.
Bye.
Wave, Dominic, wave.
I never thought it was
going to feel like this...
Giving him up for good.
Don't worry.
You'll see Dominic again.
I kept thinking about Gil,
and all the reasons why I came here.
I don't want to go into Germany,
if he doesn't exist.
Please, tell me the truth, Jack.
Truth?
Open my bag.
Why?
Open the bag.
Look in the file.
Not that one; The other one.
See the signature?
Where? Where?
What?
Where did you get this?
I sprang a P.O.W.
A couple of months ago.
Found a medical certificate in his gear.
A month ago?
Unfortunately, the little group
I'm with has its work cut out.
We're assigned to bribe certain
German officials into a meeting
in France, so the Allies
can conclude an armistice.
I have every intention of doing
whatever I can to help you, Anne.
Move it!
Move! Move it!
Keep going.
Move!
Don't stop!
What are they doing?
What?
The city is under siege.
German troops have walked
away from the front with
their coats rotting on their backs.
They're looting because no one
could stop them, because they're
afraid not of the Allies,
but of the Communists.
I have a contact in
here that can help us.
Come on.
There were no other records
of any Canadian or American
Dr. Blythes in any of
the hospitals or camps.
Maybe he was moved.
You showed me the paper.
You told me you had contacts.
You let me put your
own son in danger.
I'm trying to help legions of others.
Don't you want to be part
of this now?
I came here for one reason,
and one reason only.
I'm not leaving until I have turned up
every single floorboard to find out
whatever I can about my husband.
We convene at the station
at 1600 hours.
If I have to scour every
barracks in this city...
I'll keep on trying.
Do you see him?
In a day these men will be free.
They'll be walking away
because these Germans
can't be bothered keeping them.
Come on.
British troops are already being
released all over the city.
He was here.
His name... His name is here.
It's dated October.
Yes, he was here for several months.
Well, what did she say?
Every day, the Germans brought
him here from the camp to work.
Then one day, they took him away.
He never came back.
Where did she say they took him?
Anne, they don't ask questions.
Did she say he was dead?
I need proof.
Do you keep a record
of people dying...
Anne, this is anarchy.
There's no authorities here
to make out a certificate.
He might have got away.
And if he didn't?
I said something to you
a long time ago.
I meant it.
We can take Dominic.
We can go back to the U.S. of a.
We can be a family.
The German delegation are
to be taken by train
to Lacapelle and meet
at the villa paques.
Then I will drive them
to the chimay...
...Lacapelle road, where
they will present themselves.
Hello, my boys!
Hello, boys!
My favorites.
What a cheerful bunch.
We're here.
They're fighting.
I think we should sing a song.
All right. We're going to sing
a song for you, boys.
After that, Marechal Foch
has arranged they be escorted
by security train to a secluded
spot in the Compiegne forest.
The isolation should hide them
from any rebel aircraft.
President Wilson wants our unit
to be part of the delegation...
# No such... #
Hey, what's the matter with you?
Sing a song.
# Boom-ta-rah-rah-boom-Dee-yay #
# Ta-rah-rah-boom-Dee-yay #
# Ta-rah-rah-boom-Dee-yay #
Ahhh!
Look,
who is here!
You're safe!
You're safe!
You made it.
Oh!
What are you doing here?
We're now the villainous
vamping lady spies.
Those French soldiers were so
convinced we were Germans,
they shipped us across the border.
Now the Germans are
convinced it's over.
So we're having a ball.
We're doing way better, by George.
This place is better
than no-man's-land.
Hey, where's the little kid?
Why don't you come
and sing a song with us?
Oh, yes.
Come on! You can do it!
No, you can't say no to us.
We won't let you.
Come on, look into their
faces now, come on.
You know the rules.
# Let me call you sweetheart #
Sing.
# I'm in love with you #
Don't be shy, come on.
# Let me hear you whisper #
# That you love me too #
# Keep your love light shining #
# In your eyes so true #
You sing.
Come on, Anne.
# Let me #
# Call you sweetheart #
# I'm in love with you #
Wonderful!
# Let me call you sweetheart #
# I'm in love with you #
# Let me be...?#
Oh!
Oh, my love.
My love... My love.
Tell me I'm not dreaming.
Officer Blythe.
Gil, you remember Jack Garrison.
He's helped me look for you.
We must move quickly.
There's going to be a truce.
Jack and his friends
are with allied forces.
They'll get us out very quickly.
We don't have much time.
See what we can do.
My associate and I are to escort
you and your delegation
to the eastern front.
I expect you'll find it
tough to pick up
where you left off from...
Especially after
all the inhumanity you've seen.
We'll take it one step at a time.
We'll be fine.
I bribed
an attendant...
with the watch you gave me, Gil.
It's never been put to better use.
What were you two talking about?
Oh, just what fine men we've met
who have sacrificed so much.
Gil...
Jack, will you have some tea?
No.
No, I need to find Saunders.
You know that every day...
I would pick...
a different memory I had of you,
and I would play it over and
over and over again in my mind
until every detail... Every hair,
every freckle...
Every part of you was
exactly as I remembered.
You need to rest now.
You want to take
the safe road home, Anne.
I think the road with you would
only last so long, Jack.
Without you, I'd never have
my son, Anne.
The road I began with Gil
is forever.
I'll never forget
what you've done for me.
I have a dream...
we all have unfulfilled dreams.
I gave... Up Dominic...
I'll always think of him
as our son.
I'm sorry to wake you.
Jack, Jack.
Who did this to you?
You're beautiful.
What's happened?
What goes around comes
around with outlaws.
Keegan must be really scared.
Don't move.
Gil, Gil, Gil!
Gil!
Oh, God.
Who his is going
to try get off the train.
If we get him off this train now,
he's going to bleed to death.
You're going to be all right.
Whatever happens to me...
Take care of my son.
Keep holding this, and I'll go for help.
It'll be all right.
No.
What's happening?
Is the town under attack?
No more attacks today,
monsieur,or any other day.
It's all over. C'est fini.
What we've all been praying for.
The armistice was
signed at Compiegne.
What's all this shooting for, then?
All the old ammunitions.
Ils sont fous.
Ils sont fatigues.
I can't believe Jack never
lived to see the armistice.
He knew.
Please, help me find Dominic.
Dominic?
Dominic?
Dominic?
Dominic?
What's the matter?
Dominic.
Where can he be?
A child just doesn't disappear
into thin air.
You said yourself his aunt
was looking after him.
What if something happened to her?
For all we know, they could be
on the way back
to New York by now.
Gil, when I was in London,
I made a promise.
I told Jack, if anything ever
happened to him, I would
look after his son.
We'll have to do everything
in our power to find him, then.
That's my promise to you.
Are you going to tell them
when we get back?
I'm ready now, Gil.
Living here this past year
with Fred and Diana
has made me realize how
much things have changed.
Well, a lawyer promised
he'd bring all the papers.
Whoa!
Mrs. Blythe.
What glorious countryside.
Where is he?
He's with the stationmaster.
My wife's worried
he won't recognize her.
I have all the documents.
It seems that...
Ms. Garrison suffered
heart failure...
on her return to New York.
The next of kin don't want the boy.
I'd never forget you.
I got you back.
You came back to me.
I love you.
Oh.
What?
Whoa.
Dominic.
You promised you'd bring him home.
Look, oh, this must be Dominic.
Oh, he's beautiful.
It's official. We signed
the adoption papers today.
Oh, we have good news.
We looked at a house
in town this morning.
I think we've more than
overstayed our welcome.
Well, actually...
We won't spend
the rest of the year here.
What do you mean?
Gil and I talked about it,
and we decided that
we want you and Fred
to keep Green Gables for good.
I'm going to be taking over
doc Stuart's medical practice
in Glen St. Mary, and we drive over
to look at a new house tomorrow.
Oh... You can't give this place up.
There isn't anyone who
would appreciate it more than you.
We'll come back to visit.
We want to start over.
Oh.
I don't know what to say.
Our children will be kindred
spirits for life.
Green Gables will always be here
this way in my heart.
It's never looked so peaceful.
Just the way it was when
I first came here as a child.
What do you think, Dominic?
We have to make a new life...
But built on all the old foundations.
We'll build a good home
and raise a family...
With lots of scope
for the imagination.
Oh, how I loved it here, Gil.
But Green Gables will
always be a part of me.
Come on Gil, let's show him
all our old haunts.