Anne Shirley (2025) s01e17 Episode Script

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I've been at Redmond three weeks now.
What a pleasant morning.
If feels as though it's blessing our futures.
Philippa and I became friends
almost as soon as we'd met.
Why, I was just thinking
that exact same thing.
Despite my misgivings,
my school life fell into focus.
I'm amazed.
What if you were friends
before you were born?
Perhaps we have been.
Hey, they say that Philippa's
the daughter of a rich man.
Pretty, smart, and a good family, too?
I'd sure like to get to know her.
Alec and Alonzo don't seem to
have any serious rival yet.
What do you mean?
Phil said she writes them both every
week about her worshipers here.
They must be beside themselves.
But, of course, the one
I like best I can't get.
Who?!
Gilbert Blythe
won't take any notice of me, except to look
at me as if I were a nice little kitten.
Too well I know the reason.
Anne Shirley?!
Listen here, Phil.
There's nothing at all
between Gilbert and me.
I know that, but I still owe you a grudge.
I really ought to hate you
and instead I love you madly,
Queen Anne.
And you, too, Prissy.
Thanks, Phil.
And what about you two?
Please tell me over again that
you like me a little bit.
Yes, of course!
I like you a big bit, Phil.
You're a dear, sweet, adorable kitten.
Chapter 17
Love is the Power
That Transforms Everything
Isn't it heavy?
Not a bit.
Honestly, that Philippa.
I don't mind. It's good exercise.
When you think of it like that,
being a porter doesn't sound so bad.
Well, this is where I leave you.
What? Why?
I need to make a stop. Thank you, Gilbert.
You're welcome.
Goodbye, Anne. I'll see you tomorrow.
S-See you.
Isn't she a marvel?
She holds her own in every class she takes.
Yes. When she finds time
to study is a mystery.
I hear you're top of your year
in English literature yourself.
If I am,
it must be because I was so desperate
to compete with someone in Avonlea.
I hear you have been elected
president of the freshman class.
Only because everybody put my name forward.
A position of honor and responsibility.
Anyway, I got asked to join
a fraternity, the "Lambs,"
only there was a bit of
an initiation ordeal.
What kind of "ordeal"?
I had to parade the business streets
in broad daylight, wearing
You should have told me!
I would have gone to see you.
I had to keep it up all day long!
And did any gentlemen try to court you?
If only!
My happiest moments now are those
in which letters come from home.
I particularly enjoyed Mrs. Lynde's.
Why, yesterday I ate so much,
my belly puffed up big as anything.
It makes me mad, such hopeless
candidates as they have sent us
But then, it's not the first time
I ate more than was good for me.
to fill the vacancy in the Avonlea church.
What am I going to do with myself?
And such nonsense as they preach!
And now talking about it
has me feeling peckish again.
Can anybody here spare a bite to eat?
Worst of all, this one goes on about
things you'll never find in Holy Writ.
Only my little joke, of course.
But really, I am famished.
Next week, I'll tell you
about the axe-head that swam.
But it seems everybody has
something to recommend him.
One day, that old pig of Mr. Harrison's
wandered into the church.
The poor pig was near scared to death.
I've never seen another minister hang on
to a pig's back as well as that one.
I wish you could have seen it!
I hate to laugh, but I can't help it.
Davy wrote me a charming letter, too.
Its awful lonesome here without
you but grate fun in school.
Jane andrews is crosser than you.
I showed mrs. lynde a jacky
lantern I made last nite.
Davy Keith, how many
times must I tell you?!
Marilla was offel mad about it.
Why was she mad? It was a good lantern.
Are you listening to me?!
Go to your room and stay there!
I herd mrs. lynde asking the minister
Say a prayer for me.
What did she do that was so bad, anne,
I want to know.
I'd like to know that myself.
Marilla's letter gives me
a whiff of Green Gables.
Yes?
Diana's is nothing but Fred.
You can't fault her for that.
And Ruby's
You all seem to be enjoying Redmond,
judging from Gilbert's letters.
Gilbert? Gilbert is writing to Ruby?
Of course I don't mind.
He has a perfect right to.
Anne?
O-Oh, Ruby wrote that she
misses me horribly.
That sounds just like her.
I'm glad to hear they're all well.
So am I.
Avonlea is on the other side of this sea.
It is far, but letters keep us tied to it.
Letters may not be the only thing that
allows me to feel close to Avonlea.
But really,
a pig running off with a
minister on his back?
Come in.
Oh, you're just in the nick of time.
We are going for a walk in the park.
Gilbert and Charlie, too.
How would you like to join us?
Two couples and me playing gooseberry?
Not at all.
Very well. That will be a new
experience for Philippa Gordon.
Is something the matter?
I got letters from Alec and Alonzo this
morning, and they're both furious.
It seems I sent a letter to Alec in
an envelope addressed to Alonzo,
and a letter to Alonzo in an
envelope addressed to Alec.
Goodness!
Of course they'll get over it,
and I don't care if they don't,
but I thought I'd come to you
darlings to get cheered up.
All the more reason you should join us!
Yes! It will take your mind
off the whole thing.
Yes, I think I will.
But Anne, why does your Gilbert go around
so much with a goose like Charlie?
Charlie and Gilbert have
always been friends.
Don't call him names.
What a fog we have today.
The warm Gulf Stream and the cold Labrador
Current run into each other near here.
Icebergs even float in now and then.
My!
You know the highlands in the
center of the Peninsula?
Aren't they perfect together?
The Labrador Current brings cold winds
that stop trees growing there,
Oh, I know.
So what's the problem?
Anne says she's had her heart set
on someone since she was a girl.
so they're covered in meadows.
Are they engaged?
It's not quite like that.
She hasn't even found him yet.
Oh?
Where is our boardinghouse?
That's Redmond College, so
It must be around there!
I know.
Let's go home around by Spofford Avenue.
We can see all "the handsome houses
where the wealthy nobles dwell."
I'd like that.
Then there's a perfectly killing
little place I want to show you.
It wasn't built—it grew!
How much would one have to work
to live in houses like these?
Where is the place you
wanted to show me, Phil?
Just ahead.
Oh, my!
It's the dearest place I ever saw!
It's dearer and quainter than even
Miss Lavendar's stone house.
It has a killing name, too,
especially on this avenue of
grand-sounding Cedarcrofts and suchlike.
"Patty's Place."
Patty's Place!
Do you have any idea who lives there?
Old Patty Spofford lives
there with her niece.
"Spofford"?
Yes. I've made a thorough study.
It was the very first house built
here a hundred years ago.
A hundred years? That can't be right.
Well, maybe a little less.
Exaggeration is merely a flight
of poetic fancy, Charlie.
This house is a piece of
local history, then.
Yes. Wealthy folk have tried to
buy the lot time and again,
but "Patty" won't sell
upon any consideration.
Look, Anne. An apple orchard.
Goodness!
A real apple orchard on Spofford Avenue!
I'm going to dream about
"Patty's Place" tonight.
I wonder if, by any chance,
we'll ever see the inside of it.
It isn't likely.
No, it isn't likely.
But I have a queer, creepy, crawly feeling—
you can call it a presentiment—
that "Patty's Place" and I are going
to be better acquainted yet.
We made it through exams somehow.
Tomorrow, the Christmas
holidays start at last.
I can't really believe that this time
tomorrow, I'll be in Green Gables.
None of us have been home in an age.
And you, Phil, will be
with Alec and Alonzo.
Yes. They're longing to see me back again.
There's to be no end of dances and
drives and general jamborees.
Anne,
I shall never forgive you for not coming
home with me for the holidays.
I'd love to go to Bolingbroke some day.
Why, then—
But I can't go this year—I must go home.
You don't know how
my heart longs for it, Phil.
All the old gossips will talk you over
to your face and behind your back.
You'll die of lonesomeness, child.
In Avonlea?
If you're going to be with
Gilbert, I could understand it.
I'm sorry to say I've no plans
to spend Christmas with him.
Then do come with me.
Bolingbroke would go wild over you—
your hair and your style and, oh, everything!
Your picture of social triumphs
is quite fascinating, Phil.
Isn't it just?
But I'll paint one to offset it.
I'm going home to an old country farmhouse,
once green, rather faded now.
There is a brook below and a pond nearby
that will be gray and brooding now.
There will be two oldish
ladies in the house;
and there will be two twins, one a perfect
model, the other a "holy terror."
There will be a little room upstairs over
the porch, where old dreams hang thick.
How do you like my picture, Phil?
It seems a very dull one.
Oh, but I've left out the
transforming thing.
The power that transforms everything.
A power called "love."
Oh, Anne, I wish I was like you!
What are you doing, Davy?
Anne!
Davy! Dora!
It's good to see you again, Anne!
Welcome home.
Look. Isn't that a bully bonfire?
I did it for you, Anne, 'cause
I was so glad you were coming home.
Welcome home, Anne.
What did you ask the minister for?
I put it in my letter.
Davy! Have you been spying?
Has Diana gone home?
Yes.
I suppose you girls talked all night
and got hardly a wink of sleep.
Yes.
We had so much to tell each other,
just like we did when we first met.
And Jane is going to stay the night.
I've had a letter from her.
She says she wants my opinion on something.
Oh, honestly.
Where's the harm?
They won't be so free to
come and go much longer.
Even Ruby Gillis has gotten
engaged, they say.
Has she really?
What, haven't you heard?
Rumor has it the man is the
Spencervale schoolteacher.
I see.
Isn't that nice?
Diana didn't say a thing.
Maybe Jane is engaged, too.
Is that what she's coming to talk about?
If so, I'll soon be the only fancy-free
maiden of our old quartet.
Just the sort of night people like to
cuddle down between their blankets
and count their mercies!
Anne.
I want to tell you something. May I?
Really, Jane. You could at
least try to look happy.
Of course.
What do you think of my brother?
Come again?
What do you think of Billy?
What do you mean, exactly?
Do you like Billy?
Why—why—yes, I like him, of course.
Would you like him for a husband?
Whose husband?
Yours, of course!
What?!
Billy wants to marry you!
He's always been crazy about you!
But he's so shy he couldn't ask
you himself if you'd have him,
so he got me to do it. I'd rather not have.
I I'm sorry, Jane.
I couldn't marry Billy!
Why, such an idea never
occurred to me—never!
I don't suppose it did.
But Billy is a good fellow.
He's a great worker, he's gentle,
and he'd be very good to you.
Jane!
I appreciate the thought, Jane, but I don't
care anything for Billy in that way.
Well, I didn't suppose you would.
I told Billy I didn't believe it was a
bit of use to ask you, but he insisted.
I hope Billy won't feel very badly over it.
Oh, he won't break his heart.
He likes Nettie Blewett pretty well, too,
and mother would rather he
married her than anyone.
She's such a good cook, and her
people are so respectable.
Yes. I hope it all works out for them.
Please don't mention what
I said last night.
I won't.
Was there ever anything so ridiculous?
How was that for the first
proposal I ever received?
I thought it would happen someday,
but I never dreamed it would be secondhand.
My
My ideal is
dark-eyed and distinguished-looking,
and he would
I swear to defend you for
so long as I shall live.
Please, permit me to make your kindness,
wit, and beauty mine alone!
I will!
Or else
I cannot conceive of life without you.
I promise to make you happy.
Won't you live your life with me?
Forgive me!
Then at least give me leave to
go on adoring you from afar.
Of course.
I suppose there's no getting round it.
Life is one long series
of bends in the road.
Little dreams break,
and people change.
Even Jane and Ruby and Diana.
Hey!
What are you doing out so early?
The snow looked so lovely,
I thought I'd ask you to walk with me.
And you?
Oh, nothing really.
But this snowy landscape is breathtaking.
Yes.
I think, if ever any great
sorrow came to me,
I would think of this sight for comfort.
I hope no great sorrow
ever will come to you.
But there must—sometime.
There have, and there will.
I know. Won't you come by the house?
You haven't seen Marilla or
Mrs. Lynde in ages, have you?
No, I haven't.
Davy and Dora will be delighted.
Anne!
Wait!
Your bootlace.
So I've avoided one small sorrow.
Thank you.
If I had my way
I'd shut everything out of your
life but happiness and pleasure.
Gilbert.
You would be very unwise.
No life can be properly developed and
rounded out without some trial and sorrow—
though I suppose it is only when we are
pretty comfortable that we admit it.
Come! What are we waiting for?
I can't go on deceiving myself!
Wait for me,
Anne Shirley!
Next Time
I Feel as if I Had Opened a Book and Found Roses of Yesterday,
Sweet and Beloved, Between Its Leaves