Anne Shirley (2025) s01e02 Episode Script

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Do you have a favorite sweet, Anne?
Chocolate caramels, I suppose.
Oh, please, won't you tell me if you
are going to send me away or not?
Please tell me.
I cannot bear not knowing any longer.
You didn't scald the dishcloth
in clean hot water.
And you stand daydreaming in the field.
You must do your part before
you ask any more questions.
Well, Matthew and I
have decided to keep you.
That is, if you will try
to be a good little girl.
Why, whatever is the matter?
I'm crying. I can't think why.
I'm glad as glad can be. Oh, glad
doesn't seem the right word at all.
It's something more than glad.
I'll try to be so good!
I'll do my very best!
However, it will be
uphill work, I expect.
There are glad tears as well
as sad ones, aren't there?
And these are truly glad ones!
Chapter 2
I Love
Pretty Things
Here's a big bee just
tumbled out of a flower.
Just think what a lovely place to live.
That's a Scotch rose.
Matthew's fond of those flowers.
Our mother planted them.
Your mother, Miss Cuthbert?
I had a mother the same as anybody.
And you'll call me just plain Marilla.
I'd love to call you Aunt Marilla.
It would make me feel as if
I really belonged to you.
No.
I'm not your aunt.
I understand.
But I'm free to call you anything
in my imagination, aren't I?
Do as you like.
Well then, Marilla, I'll just go and
say good morning to the brook.
You'll trip and fall in all that rush!
No, I won't!
Good morning, Rachel!
Oh, Marilla!
How are you feeling?
I never dreamed I'd be
laid up two weeks in bed.
But what about that child? A girl, you say?
Yes. Matthew took a fancy to her,
and we decided to keep her.
There's no guessing how a
child like that will turn out.
I must say I like her, myself.
And when I make up my mind to
do a thing, it stays made up.
Marilla!
So that's her, is it?
They didn't pick you for your looks,
that's sure and certain.
She's terrible skinny and homely,
and with red hair too!
A regular carrot patch!
Yes, hair as red as carrots!
I hate you!
I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!
Anne!
How dare you call me skinny and ugly?!
How dare you say
I'm freckled and redheaded?!
How would you like to have
such things said about you?
To be told that you are fat and clumsy and
haven't a spark of imagination in you?!
I don't care if I do hurt
your feelings by saying so!
You have hurt mine worse than
they were ever hurt before!
And I'll never forgive you for it!
Never, never!
Anne, go to your room.
And stay there until I come up.
Did anybody ever see such a temper!
You shouldn't have twitted
her about her looks, Rachel.
Marilla, you don't mean to say
that you are upholding her?
No, I'll have to give her
a talking to about it.
But you were too hard on her!
Well, I see that I'll have to be
very careful what I say after this,
since the fine feelings of orphans have
to be considered before anything else.
I'm not vexed. I'm too sorry
for you to leave any room for anger.
Well, good evening!
I've never been insulted in such a fashion!
Never!
Anne, get off that bed this minute.
Anne!
This is a nice way for you to behave.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
She hadn't any right to
call me ugly and redheaded.
You hadn't any right to fly at her.
You say it yourself often enough.
But there's such a difference
hearing other people say it.
You must go to Rachel and
tell her you are very sorry!
I can never do that.
And why not?
Because I'm not sorry!
I can't even imagine I'm sorry!
You said you would try
to be a very good girl.
You said you would,
"do your very best," didn't you?
You'll stay here in your room until you
can tell me you're willing to do apologize.
I shall have to stay here forever then.
Do as you like!
What a headstrong child.
It's a good thing that meddlesome
old gossip got a calling down.
Matthew?!
Anne hasn't ever had
anyone to teach her right.
You're going to give her
something to eat, aren't you?
She'll have her meals regular,
and I'll let her out, too.
When she's willing to apologize.
Yes?
How are you making it?
Pretty well. It's rather lonesome.
But then, I may as well get used to that.
Well now, Anne, don't you think you'd
better do it and have it over with?
Do you mean apologize to Mrs. Lynde?
Yes, apologize.
Just smooth it over so to speak.
It'll have to be done
sooner or later, you know.
Marilla's a dreadful determined woman.
I suppose I could do it to oblige you.
I'd do anything for you—
if you really want me to.
Well now, of course I do.
I'd greatly appreciate it.
It's terrible lonesome
downstairs without you.
Very well.
But don't tell Marilla
I said anything about it.
Marilla.
Well?
I'm sorry I lost my temper
and said rude things,
and I'm willing to go
and tell Mrs. Lynde so.
Very well. I'll take you down.
Thank you!
I am so extremely sorry.
What I said to you was true, too.
What are you thinking of?
I'm imagining out what
I must say to Mrs. Lynde.
Oh, Mrs. Lynde, I am so extremely sorry!
I should have known it.
I could never express all my sorrow, no,
not even if I used up a whole dictionary!
Every word you said was true!
My hair is red, and I'm
freckled and skinny and ugly!
What I said to you was true, too,
but I shouldn't have said it.
Oh, Mrs. Lynde, please.
You wouldn't like to inflict a lifelong sorrow
on a poor little orphan girl, would you,
even if she had a dreadful temper?!
Oh, please say you forgive me, Mrs. Lynde!
Look at her.
She's enjoying herself.
There, there, get up, child.
Of course I forgive you.
Truly?
Yes.
I guess I was a little
too hard on you, anyway.
I knew a girl once whose hair was red
but darkened to a real handsome auburn.
What?!
I wouldn't be a mite surprised
if yours did, too.
Oh, Mrs. Lynde! You have given me a hope.
I shall always feel that
you are a benefactor.
Well, you managed it. How, I don't know.
Yes, I did.
Go take a look around the orchard
while Rachel and I are talking.
You can pick a bouquet of them white
June lilies over in the corner if you like.
Thank you!
She has a queer way of expressing herself,
but there is something taking about her.
She's an honest child.
On the whole, Marilla, I kind of like her.
What a way to apologize!
I dreaded what she might say next.
I appreciate you forgiving
her in spite of all, Rachel.
Aren't these flowers sweet!
It was lovely of Mrs. Lynde
to give them to me.
Yes.
I hope you won't have occasion
to make many more such apologies.
That wouldn't be so hard if people
wouldn't twit me about my looks.
I'm afraid you are a
very vain little girl.
How can I be vain when I know I'm homely?
I love pretty things,
and I hate to look in the glass and
see something that isn't pretty.
How could I like other people
drawing attention to it?
Handsome is as handsome does.
I have my doubts about that.
But it gives you a lovely feeling to
apologize and be forgiven, doesn't it?
Isn't it lovely to be going home, Marilla?
To be going home and know it's home.
Is that so?
I love Green Gables already,
and I never loved any place before.
Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.
If you'll be a good girl,
you'll always be happy, Anne.
Well,
how do you like them?
Well
I'll imagine that I like them.
You'll imagine?!
What is the matter with
the dresses I made you?
Oh, I am grateful.
But they're not fashionable!
It would give me such a thrill to
wear a dress with puffed sleeves.
Well, you'll have to
do without your thrill.
And this hat is much too plain.
There, my headache has gotten worse.
You'll have to go to
Sunday school by yourself.
Do you think that I shall
have a bosom friend there?
A what kind of a friend?
An intimate friend, you know.
There is Diana Barry.
Barry?
Barry's pond!
The Lake of Shining Waters!
Yes. I don't think she can come today,
but she lives near the pond,
and she's a nice, pretty little girl.
It would be best to have
a beautiful bosom friend.
It's what's inside that matters most.
Diana.
Diana Barry.
Anne Shirley.
There are things that even God cannot do.
My sleeves are puffed, too.
But perhaps I should clarify.
It would be truer to say that God
can choose what He cannot do,
My sleeves are puffed, too.
or that He can choose
what He does not do.
Mine are, too.
Thus God, while—in a sense—weak and
powerless, is also the hope of the world.
Mine are, too.
Late, I see.
Yes, I took the long way coming home.
Rachel was just here.
She says you went to church with your
hat rigged out ridiculous with flowers.
Y-Yes, I did.
What on earth put you up to such a caper?
A pretty-looking object you must have been!
L-Lots of little girls there had
bouquets pinned on their dresses.
What was the difference?
It makes me trouble!
Rachel says people talked
about it something dreadful.
Of course they would think I had no better
sense than to let you go decked out like that.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I can see that I've disgraced you.
I never thought you'd mind.
I'm afraid I'm going to
be a dreadful trial to you.
Maybe you'd better send
me back to the asylum.
Having to leave Green Gables
would be a terrible tragedy.
But that would be better
than being a trial to you.
Nonsense.
I don't want to send you back
to the asylum, I'm sure.
All I want is that you should
not make yourself ridiculous.
This is your home.
You belong to Green Gables.
Oh yes, I've got some news for you.
Diana Barry came home this afternoon.
I'll go over with you.
What, right now?
This minute!
What?!
Oh, Marilla, I'm frightened.
What if she shouldn't like me!
I'm the most frightened girl
on Prince Edward Island.
Now, don't get into a fluster.
I guess Diana'll like you well enough.
Be careful how you behave yourself, though.
Yes.
Mrs. Barry is a very particular woman.
Yes, of course.
Come in. And this is the little girl?
Yes, this is Anne Shirley.
Spelled with an e.
How are you, Anne?
I am well in body although
considerably rumpled up in spirit.
I'm glad she has the
prospect of a playmate.
Diana.
Here is the girl I told you about.
Anne Shirley, who's come
to live at Green Gables.
You might take Anne out into the garden.
Do you like books?
Y-Yes.
I read all day when I lose myself in one.
I love exciting, tragical, romantic stories.
But Mother says reading strains the eyes.
She must want me to make a friend
nearby to take me out of doors more.
I'm sorry. Was that awful
of me to say to you?
"Quick as the slaughtered squadrons fell
In Midian's evil day."
Isn't that
Yes, I read it over in church today.
The minister wasn't the least bit interesting,
but those two lines just thrill me.
They sound so tragical and
exciting, don't you think?
Oh, Diana, do you think—
oh, do you think you can like me?
Yes.
Enough to be my bosom friend?
Y-Your what kind of friend?!
I mean that I want you to be
my very best friend!
Why, I guess so.
I'm awfully glad you've
come to live at Green Gables!
W-Will you swear to be my
friend forever and ever?
I don't mind. How do you do it?
We must join hands.
I'll repeat the oath first.
I solemnly swear to be faithful
to my bosom friend, Diana Barry,
as long as the sun and moon shall endure.
I really do think I can like you.
Now you say it and put my
name in! Anne with an e!
I solemnly swear to be faithful
to my bosom friend, Anne Shirley,
as long as the sun and moon shall endure.
How was that?
Perfect! I could just hear the e.
Now tell me, what does "Midian" mean?
I don't know.
You don't?
You look like
the happiest girl on Prince Edward Island.
Oh, I am.
Diana's birthday is in February,
and mine is in March.
Don't you think that is a
very strange coincidence?
Don't you think Diana has
got very soulful eyes?
I wish I had soulful eyes.
She's going to give me a
picture to put up in my room.
Well, remember you'll have your work
to do and it'll have to be done first.
You're right.
I wish I had something to give Diana.
I heard you say you liked
chocolate sweeties,
so I got you some.
Thank you, Matthew!
Humph!
It'll ruin her teeth and stomach.
Don't look so dismal.
You can eat those, since Matthew
has gone and got them.
Truly?!
Don't sicken yourself eating
them all at once now.
Oh, no, I'll just eat one tonight.
And I can give Diana half
of them, can't I?
The other half will taste twice as
sweet to me if I give some to her.
It's delightful to think
I have something to give her.
It's only three weeks since she came,
and it seems as if she'd
been here always.
I can't imagine the place without her.
Now, don't be looking I-told-you-so.
I'm perfectly willing to own up that
I'm glad I consented to keep the child,
but don't you rub it in, Matthew Cuthbert.
Gracious Heavenly Father,
I made a friend today.
I feel so happy just imagining
giving her caramels.
I hope Diana will like them.
Good night,
Anne of Green Gables.
Good night.
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