Anne Shirley (2025) s01e09 Episode Script
Episode 9
1
Passing the Queen's Entrance
meant that I would be leaving
Avonlea come fall.
You must write me every day.
We aren't parting forever, you know?
But I will write often.
You take care, now.
I will. And I'll come home on weekends.
Anne!
There never was a luckier mistake
than what Mrs. Spencer made.
I suppose not.
It was Providence,
because the Almighty saw
we needed her, I reckon.
Chapter 9
Next to Trying and Winning,
the Best Thing Is Trying
and Failing
I can't help admiring you, Anne.
I mean, a First-Class teacher's
license in one year?
We'll be doing Second-Class
work in the same time.
It normally takes two years for a
First-Class license, doesn't it?
Miss Stacy advised me to
take up Second-Year work.
I'll work hard and hope
I'm equal to the challenge.
Won't Gilbert be in your class, then?
Why don't you forget the past
and be friends with him?
I think you're being impossible.
You don't know anyone else in
your class but Gilbert, do you?
Oh, Gilbert!
Good morning.
We're at a school, but I hope
we'll all stay friends.
Sure.
Why, Gilbert, that shirt
looks fetching on you.
Oh, thank you.
Dearest Diana,
It is so lonesome now I cannot bear it,
surrounded by unfamiliar faces.
I wouldn't feel so much like
a cat in a strange garret
if only Jane and Ruby had gone
in for First-Class, too.
I wonder which of the girls here
are going to be my friends.
I like the look of that girl with the
brown eyes and the crimson waist.
She looks vivid and red-rosy;
and there's that pale, fair
one gazing out of the window.
She has lovely hair, and looks as if
she knew a thing or two about dreams.
But just now I don't know them
and they don't know me,
and probably don't want
to know me particularly.
Gilbert looks awfully determined.
I suppose he's made up his
mind to win the medal.
I feel thankful for any familiar
face now, even Gilbert's.
How homesick I feel, writing to
you alone in my boarding house.
But I won't cry. It's silly.
I tell a lie.
There's the third tear splashing down.
I must think of something
funny to stop them.
But there's nothing funny except
what is connected with Avonlea.
Oh, Matthew is nearly home by now.
And Marilla is at the gate,
looking down the lane for him.
Six, seven Oh, there's
no use in counting them!
They're coming in a flood presently.
I can't cheer up—I don't want to
cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!
You've been crying.
What if I have?
Are you honestly homesick already?
What is it to you?
But I'm so glad you came up.
It's a relief to see any familiar face.
Town's too jolly after
that poky old Avonlea.
Have you anything eatable around, Anne?
I'm literally starving.
I guessed Marilla'd
load you up with treats.
What? These are tiny.
And they taste like the country.
Oh, that reminds me, Queen's is to get
one of the Avery scholarships after all.
Is it really?!
Yes. It will be announced
in the Academy tomorrow.
What's got into you?
Then if I make the highest
mark in English Literature,
I'll win a scholarship at Redmond College?
Two hundred and fifty dollars
a year for four years.
Wouldn't Matthew be proud if I won
the Avery and got to be a B.A.?
I know English is your subject,
but you can't be serious.
I'll win that scholarship
if hard work can do it.
Oh, it's delightful to have ambitions!
Just as soon as you attain to one,
you see another one
glittering higher up still!
Dearest Diana,
The girls in my class are so thoughtful,
imaginative, and especially ambitious.
The "rose-red" girl, Stella, is considered
the handsomest girl in our year.
The "dream girl," Priscilla, is full to
the brim of mischief and pranks and fun.
The medal contestants have narrowed down
to three—Anne, Gilbert, and Lewis.
You're after the Avery, too, aren't you?
You have more rivals for that.
I'll just have to keep working.
Why must getting a teacher's
license be such a chore?
Just think of going home for Christmas.
That's something to look forward to.
Oh, yes.
Anne!
Diana!
Merry Christmas, Anne!
Merry Christmas, Diana!
They're at it again.
They see each other every weekend.
What a joy it is to see your face.
I thought you'd come to prefer
Stella and Priscilla.
They are both wonderful people.
But no Queen's girl shall ever
be as dear to me as you, Diana.
If anything, I love you more than before.
Thank you.
I think the train will be here soon.
You needn't wait in the cold with me.
Go on.
I'm ever so glad I got to
spend Christmas with you.
I won't see you again
till spring, I suppose.
Mind your health, now.
And you keep warm, Matthew.
It's hard to believe the
Christmas holidays are already over.
We won't have time to come home
again until after the exams.
I suppose not.
We'd better settle down to hard work.
Yes.
I won't let you beat me.
Neither will I.
It doesn't seem possible that
the term is nearly over.
It would be dreadful if I failed to get
my license after spending so much money.
If I don't pass this year,
I'm coming back next.
Is that so?
By the way, Anne, Professor Tremaine said
Gilbert Blythe was sure to get the medal
and that Emily Clay would likely
win the Avery scholarship.
Really, Josie!
That may make me feel
badly tomorrow, Josie,
but just now, as long as I know the violets
are coming out below Green Gables
and that little ferns are poking
their heads up in Lovers' Lane,
it's not a great deal of difference
whether I win the Avery or not.
I've done my best.
You've certainly done that.
Girls, don't talk about exams!
Hear, hear.
Picture your future selves instead.
Dearest, dearest Diana,
I have wonderful news.
The other Avonlea girls all passed.
Ruby is already obsessing over what
she'll wear to commencement.
Gilbert and I took the First-Class exam,
and our results will be out next week.
I am resolved to accept them,
whatever they may be.
I begin to understand what is meant
by the "joy of the strife."
Next to trying and winning,
the best thing is trying and failing.
The First-Class results are finally out.
Don't worry, Anne. Between the medal and
the Avery, you'll win one of them anyhow.
I wonder.
Everybody says Emily will win the Avery.
Never mind those rumors.
Promise me, Jane. If I have failed,
don't sympathize with me.
I implore you in the name
of our old friendship.
Oh, all right.
Hurrah, hurrah!
Hurrah for Gilbert!
Hurrah for Gilbert Blythe, medalist!
Thank you all.
Hurrah, hurrah!
Stay there, Anne. I'll go look.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
Oh, Matthew will be heartbroken.
He felt so sure I would win.
Three cheers for Anne Shirley,
winner of the Avery!
Hurrah for Anne Shirley!
Oh, Anne!
Oh, Anne, I'm so proud!
Avery Scholarship Winner
Anne Shirley
Isn't it splendid?!
Anne, Anne!
Oh, it's like a dream come true.
Won't Matthew and Marilla be pleased!
We have high hopes for your college career.
That girl won the Avery.
And I hear she wrote this year's best essay.
My. Isn't that something?
Reckon you're glad we kept her, Marilla?
It's not the first time I've been glad.
It's so good to be back again.
It's so good to see those pointed firs
coming out against the pink sky.
Isn't the breath of the mint delicious?
You've done splendidly, Anne.
I suppose you won't be teaching
now that you've won the Avery?
No. I'm going to Redmond in September.
After three glorious,
golden months of vacation.
And you say Jane and Ruby are going to teach?
The Newbridge trustees have offered
Jane their school already.
Gilbert Blythe is going to teach, too.
He has to.
His father can't afford to send
him to college next year, after all,
so he means to earn his own way through.
I expect he'll get the school here.
Oh.
I had expected Gilbert would be
going to Redmond with me.
Matthew?
Matthew?!
Marilla, is Matthew quite well?
No, he isn't, but he won't
spare himself a mite.
I've been real worried about him,
but he's some better this while back
and we've got Jerry to help him.
Maybe he'll pick up now you're home.
You always cheer him up.
You are not looking as well yourself
as I'd like to see you, Marilla.
I'm all right.
It's my head. I've a pain so
often now—behind my eyes.
That sounds awful.
There is a distinguished oculist coming to
the Island. I guess I'll have to see him.
Yes, you must!
Well, Anne, you've done real
well at Queen's, I must say.
To take First-Class license in one year
and win the Avery scholarship.
I couldn't have done it
without you and Matthew.
Mrs. Lynde says she doesn't believe
in the higher education of women at all.
I don't believe a word of it.
Speaking of Rachel reminds me—
she said the Abbey Bank was shaky.
Did you hear anything, Anne?
No, why?
All we have saved is in
that bank—every penny.
Is it really?
Matthew said any bank with Mr. Abbey at the
head of it was good enough for anybody.
But listen to me, going on like this.
Aren't you taking a day with
Diana to stretch your wings?
Go off and play.
Yes. Thank you.
Matthew, I'll take one of those.
They're heavy.
How do you feel?
Oh, well enough.
You've been working too hard.
You have Jerry. Why won't
you take things easier?
Well now, I can't seem to.
It's only that I'm getting old,
Anne, and keep forgetting it.
Well, well, I've always worked pretty
hard and I'd rather drop in harness.
If I had been the boy you sent for,
I'd be able to help you so much
now and spare you in a hundred ways.
Well now, I'd rather have
you than a dozen boys, Anne.
I guess it wasn't a boy that took
the Avery scholarship, was it?
It was a girl.
My girl that I'm proud of.
It was the last night before
sorrow touched my life.
My girl that I'm proud of.
And no life is ever quite the same again
when once that cold, sanctifying
touch has been laid upon it.
Next Time
I Don't Know What Lies
Around the Bend, but I'm
Going to Believe That the
Best Does
Passing the Queen's Entrance
meant that I would be leaving
Avonlea come fall.
You must write me every day.
We aren't parting forever, you know?
But I will write often.
You take care, now.
I will. And I'll come home on weekends.
Anne!
There never was a luckier mistake
than what Mrs. Spencer made.
I suppose not.
It was Providence,
because the Almighty saw
we needed her, I reckon.
Chapter 9
Next to Trying and Winning,
the Best Thing Is Trying
and Failing
I can't help admiring you, Anne.
I mean, a First-Class teacher's
license in one year?
We'll be doing Second-Class
work in the same time.
It normally takes two years for a
First-Class license, doesn't it?
Miss Stacy advised me to
take up Second-Year work.
I'll work hard and hope
I'm equal to the challenge.
Won't Gilbert be in your class, then?
Why don't you forget the past
and be friends with him?
I think you're being impossible.
You don't know anyone else in
your class but Gilbert, do you?
Oh, Gilbert!
Good morning.
We're at a school, but I hope
we'll all stay friends.
Sure.
Why, Gilbert, that shirt
looks fetching on you.
Oh, thank you.
Dearest Diana,
It is so lonesome now I cannot bear it,
surrounded by unfamiliar faces.
I wouldn't feel so much like
a cat in a strange garret
if only Jane and Ruby had gone
in for First-Class, too.
I wonder which of the girls here
are going to be my friends.
I like the look of that girl with the
brown eyes and the crimson waist.
She looks vivid and red-rosy;
and there's that pale, fair
one gazing out of the window.
She has lovely hair, and looks as if
she knew a thing or two about dreams.
But just now I don't know them
and they don't know me,
and probably don't want
to know me particularly.
Gilbert looks awfully determined.
I suppose he's made up his
mind to win the medal.
I feel thankful for any familiar
face now, even Gilbert's.
How homesick I feel, writing to
you alone in my boarding house.
But I won't cry. It's silly.
I tell a lie.
There's the third tear splashing down.
I must think of something
funny to stop them.
But there's nothing funny except
what is connected with Avonlea.
Oh, Matthew is nearly home by now.
And Marilla is at the gate,
looking down the lane for him.
Six, seven Oh, there's
no use in counting them!
They're coming in a flood presently.
I can't cheer up—I don't want to
cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!
You've been crying.
What if I have?
Are you honestly homesick already?
What is it to you?
But I'm so glad you came up.
It's a relief to see any familiar face.
Town's too jolly after
that poky old Avonlea.
Have you anything eatable around, Anne?
I'm literally starving.
I guessed Marilla'd
load you up with treats.
What? These are tiny.
And they taste like the country.
Oh, that reminds me, Queen's is to get
one of the Avery scholarships after all.
Is it really?!
Yes. It will be announced
in the Academy tomorrow.
What's got into you?
Then if I make the highest
mark in English Literature,
I'll win a scholarship at Redmond College?
Two hundred and fifty dollars
a year for four years.
Wouldn't Matthew be proud if I won
the Avery and got to be a B.A.?
I know English is your subject,
but you can't be serious.
I'll win that scholarship
if hard work can do it.
Oh, it's delightful to have ambitions!
Just as soon as you attain to one,
you see another one
glittering higher up still!
Dearest Diana,
The girls in my class are so thoughtful,
imaginative, and especially ambitious.
The "rose-red" girl, Stella, is considered
the handsomest girl in our year.
The "dream girl," Priscilla, is full to
the brim of mischief and pranks and fun.
The medal contestants have narrowed down
to three—Anne, Gilbert, and Lewis.
You're after the Avery, too, aren't you?
You have more rivals for that.
I'll just have to keep working.
Why must getting a teacher's
license be such a chore?
Just think of going home for Christmas.
That's something to look forward to.
Oh, yes.
Anne!
Diana!
Merry Christmas, Anne!
Merry Christmas, Diana!
They're at it again.
They see each other every weekend.
What a joy it is to see your face.
I thought you'd come to prefer
Stella and Priscilla.
They are both wonderful people.
But no Queen's girl shall ever
be as dear to me as you, Diana.
If anything, I love you more than before.
Thank you.
I think the train will be here soon.
You needn't wait in the cold with me.
Go on.
I'm ever so glad I got to
spend Christmas with you.
I won't see you again
till spring, I suppose.
Mind your health, now.
And you keep warm, Matthew.
It's hard to believe the
Christmas holidays are already over.
We won't have time to come home
again until after the exams.
I suppose not.
We'd better settle down to hard work.
Yes.
I won't let you beat me.
Neither will I.
It doesn't seem possible that
the term is nearly over.
It would be dreadful if I failed to get
my license after spending so much money.
If I don't pass this year,
I'm coming back next.
Is that so?
By the way, Anne, Professor Tremaine said
Gilbert Blythe was sure to get the medal
and that Emily Clay would likely
win the Avery scholarship.
Really, Josie!
That may make me feel
badly tomorrow, Josie,
but just now, as long as I know the violets
are coming out below Green Gables
and that little ferns are poking
their heads up in Lovers' Lane,
it's not a great deal of difference
whether I win the Avery or not.
I've done my best.
You've certainly done that.
Girls, don't talk about exams!
Hear, hear.
Picture your future selves instead.
Dearest, dearest Diana,
I have wonderful news.
The other Avonlea girls all passed.
Ruby is already obsessing over what
she'll wear to commencement.
Gilbert and I took the First-Class exam,
and our results will be out next week.
I am resolved to accept them,
whatever they may be.
I begin to understand what is meant
by the "joy of the strife."
Next to trying and winning,
the best thing is trying and failing.
The First-Class results are finally out.
Don't worry, Anne. Between the medal and
the Avery, you'll win one of them anyhow.
I wonder.
Everybody says Emily will win the Avery.
Never mind those rumors.
Promise me, Jane. If I have failed,
don't sympathize with me.
I implore you in the name
of our old friendship.
Oh, all right.
Hurrah, hurrah!
Hurrah for Gilbert!
Hurrah for Gilbert Blythe, medalist!
Thank you all.
Hurrah, hurrah!
Stay there, Anne. I'll go look.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
Oh, Matthew will be heartbroken.
He felt so sure I would win.
Three cheers for Anne Shirley,
winner of the Avery!
Hurrah for Anne Shirley!
Oh, Anne!
Oh, Anne, I'm so proud!
Avery Scholarship Winner
Anne Shirley
Isn't it splendid?!
Anne, Anne!
Oh, it's like a dream come true.
Won't Matthew and Marilla be pleased!
We have high hopes for your college career.
That girl won the Avery.
And I hear she wrote this year's best essay.
My. Isn't that something?
Reckon you're glad we kept her, Marilla?
It's not the first time I've been glad.
It's so good to be back again.
It's so good to see those pointed firs
coming out against the pink sky.
Isn't the breath of the mint delicious?
You've done splendidly, Anne.
I suppose you won't be teaching
now that you've won the Avery?
No. I'm going to Redmond in September.
After three glorious,
golden months of vacation.
And you say Jane and Ruby are going to teach?
The Newbridge trustees have offered
Jane their school already.
Gilbert Blythe is going to teach, too.
He has to.
His father can't afford to send
him to college next year, after all,
so he means to earn his own way through.
I expect he'll get the school here.
Oh.
I had expected Gilbert would be
going to Redmond with me.
Matthew?
Matthew?!
Marilla, is Matthew quite well?
No, he isn't, but he won't
spare himself a mite.
I've been real worried about him,
but he's some better this while back
and we've got Jerry to help him.
Maybe he'll pick up now you're home.
You always cheer him up.
You are not looking as well yourself
as I'd like to see you, Marilla.
I'm all right.
It's my head. I've a pain so
often now—behind my eyes.
That sounds awful.
There is a distinguished oculist coming to
the Island. I guess I'll have to see him.
Yes, you must!
Well, Anne, you've done real
well at Queen's, I must say.
To take First-Class license in one year
and win the Avery scholarship.
I couldn't have done it
without you and Matthew.
Mrs. Lynde says she doesn't believe
in the higher education of women at all.
I don't believe a word of it.
Speaking of Rachel reminds me—
she said the Abbey Bank was shaky.
Did you hear anything, Anne?
No, why?
All we have saved is in
that bank—every penny.
Is it really?
Matthew said any bank with Mr. Abbey at the
head of it was good enough for anybody.
But listen to me, going on like this.
Aren't you taking a day with
Diana to stretch your wings?
Go off and play.
Yes. Thank you.
Matthew, I'll take one of those.
They're heavy.
How do you feel?
Oh, well enough.
You've been working too hard.
You have Jerry. Why won't
you take things easier?
Well now, I can't seem to.
It's only that I'm getting old,
Anne, and keep forgetting it.
Well, well, I've always worked pretty
hard and I'd rather drop in harness.
If I had been the boy you sent for,
I'd be able to help you so much
now and spare you in a hundred ways.
Well now, I'd rather have
you than a dozen boys, Anne.
I guess it wasn't a boy that took
the Avery scholarship, was it?
It was a girl.
My girl that I'm proud of.
It was the last night before
sorrow touched my life.
My girl that I'm proud of.
And no life is ever quite the same again
when once that cold, sanctifying
touch has been laid upon it.
Next Time
I Don't Know What Lies
Around the Bend, but I'm
Going to Believe That the
Best Does