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SCENE: Bright River train station
Stationmaster: Mr. Cuthbert, do you know where she's headed?
Matthew Cuthbert: The orphanage.
SCENE: Charlottetown train station
Random voices: There she is.
Make way, make way!
SCENE: Bright River station
Stationmaster: Did she run away?
Matthew: No. How did she seem?
Stationmaster: Quiet. She was real quiet. Didn't say a word.
SCENE: Charlottetown station
Shady Man: Miss. Miss. Right this way, miss.
Anne Shirley: Who are you?
Shady Man: I'm supposed to fetch you, miss.
Anne: I don't understand. Who sent you?
Shady Man: Why, your family, of course. Now right this way, little lady.
Anne: My family?
Shady Man: They sent me to collect you and bring you straight home. We'll be there in a jiff.
Anne: Let go of me.
Shady Man: Quickly now. Let's hurry up. I've got some lovely sweets in my carriage for the ride.
Anne: Get away from me!
Shady Man: Ahem. Uh... hello, young masters. I've been sent to take you home.
SCENE: Bright River
Matthew: Oh, good evening. I was wondering if you could spare a fresh horse?
Stablemaster: Sorry, sir, don't have one to lend.
Matthew: Mine's dead beat and I need to get to Charlottetown. Please! Any horse will do.
Stablemaster: Sorry, but I can't oblige you, sir.
Matthew: I'm good for it. I'll bring the money when I return.
Matthew: I live in Avonlea at Green Gables...
Stablemaster: Money or not, I'm afraid I can't help you. These here belong to the guests and the hotels are spoken for this evening. You're welcome to rest yours here for a spell, though.
Matthew: Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam! Vessel?
Sam: Whoa. Whoa there. Matthew Cuthbert, whatever's got you all twisted up?
Matthew: Are you heading to the vessel?
Sam: Yes, we're riding to the port overnight. Be there by daybreak.
Matthew: Can I hitch a ride? I need to get to Charlottetown!
Sammy: I'm not riding in back.
Matthew: No worries at all. Much obliged.
SCENE: Charlottetown port
Marilla Cuthbert: [voice over] I told you that brooch meant a great deal to me. Confess at once.
Anne: [voice over] But I didn't take it.
Marilla: [voice over] Or I'll send you right back to the asylum.
Anne: [voice over] I took the brooch outside with me. I lost it.
Marilla: [voice over] Tomorrow you will go. I can't trust one word out of your mouth.
Anne: [voice over] But I made that up! Please, Miss Cuthbert!
Marilla: [voice over] Enough!
SCENE: Green Gables, night
SCENE: On the way to Charlottetown, night
SCENE: Saint Alban's Orphanage, night
First Girl: [voice over] Shut your face from now on! We're sick of you and your stupid stories. Hold her down.
Anne: [voice over] Please, don't!
First Girl: ...stupid stories.
Second and Third Girl: Squeak, squeak, squeak...
First Girl: ...Princess Cordelia
Matron?: Stop! Anne Shirley! Stop it at once! Stop it! You get in there!
SCENE: Outside Green Gables, morning
Marilla: Quickly now! Quick! Quick!
Jerry Baynard: Whoa, easy, easy!
I'm sorry, Miss Cuthbert, I was not quite finished.
Marilla: Oh, please hurry! Continue with the barn work! Stack some wood in the kitchen. I have to go!
Rachel Lynde: Marilla! Marilla!
Marilla: I have to go!
Rachel: Wait! Wait! Wait. Thomas rode out at first light. I came to tell you.
Marilla: Where is he going?
Rachel: Why, to look for them. Only reason I could see for Matthew tearing off yesterday was to fetch Anne. When we didn't see them return, I was so worried...
Marilla: Please step aside, Rachel.
Rachel: I knew you'd be beside yourself.
Marilla: I need to go! I must go now!
Rachel: No, listen, dear. Thomas will ride all the way to the train station. He'll check the road as he goes.
Marilla: What if he's lying dead in a ditch?!
Marilla: What if they both are?
Rachel: Enough now!
Marilla: What if something horrible has happened and it's my fault...
Rachel: Stop it, Marilla.
Thomas is miles ahead of you. Now the only thing to do now is to wait.
Take the rig back in.
Jerry: Yes, ma'am.
Rachel: Give me your hand. Watch your step. Careful now. Be careful. Now... come along inside. We'll put the kettle on.
SCENE: Green Gables kitchen
SCENE: Saint Alban's Orphanage, morning
Anne: Hello, Mr. Avery.
Mr. Avery: Oh, goodness! My word! Do I know you?
Anne: Not yet, but I know you. And I'm sure we'll become better acquainted on the ride.
Mr. Avery: The ride?
Anne: The matron was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking me to the nearest train station. I'm going home to Halifax, you see. That's where I was born.
Mr. Avery: Ah.... I-I don't know if I can take ya...
Anne: It seems a wealthy aunt was just discovered and sent for me. Isn't that wonderful?
Mr. Avery: Yes, it is, but I've got several deliveries to make...
Anne: My years of torment and uncertainty are behind me. And I'll have to learn all manner of comportment, but I feel equal to the task.
Mr. Avery: Certainly sounds like you're moving up in the world.
Anne: I am. I am indeed. So if you wouldn't mind conveying me towards my new life?
Mr. Avery: It's not that I mind, but trouble is, I've got several stops along the way. It'll be a few hours, I'm afraid. If you're in a hurry, you might find a better mode. Shall we ask the matron?
Anne: No, no, no, this will be perfect. And I'm sorry I don't have any money to pay you, but I'll be happy to help.
Mr. Avery: Well, uh... well, al-alright. Alright. Off we go.
SCENE: Charlottetown port
SCENE: Charlottetown street
Matthew: So, now, what do you think?
Pawnbroker: Don't know how much I can get for it, with this here monogram.
Matthew: I... I don't need much.
Pawnbroker: Then we are well met.
Matthew: It's a family heirloom.
Pawnbroker: Show me something in here that ain't. I don't know. I'll think about it. Why don't you come back tomorrow?
Matthew: All I need is train fare for two up-island and ferry rides back and forth to the mainland. Any idea how much that would come to?
Pawnbroker: I'll see what I can do. Alright?
SCENE: Charlottetown street
Newsie: Extra, extra! Scientists predict greenhouse effect! Extra, extra! Scientists predict greenhouse effect!
Matthew: What time does the ferry to Nova Scotia go?
Newsie: 'Round about 5:00.
Local boy loses life by drowning!
Voice: Out of the way, mister!
SCENE: On the way
Anne: And I believe my parents traveled to India and many faraway lands before they were killed tragically in service of the queen.
Mr. Avery: You don't say.
Anne: I imagine they were ever so noble.
Mr. Avery: Easy. Easy. Whoa. Alright, off you go.
Anne: Going! I'm told I'm fleet of foot.
Mr. Avery: Oh, yes?
Anne: Now, I'd rather be beautiful, but you can't have everything.
Mr. Avery: Alright.
Mr. Avery: Ah... Mm. My missus sure can bake.
Anne: Huh. I was going to learn. The lady at my last household in Avonlea said she would teach me.
Mr. Avery: Hmm.
Anne: Doesn't matter.
Mr. Avery: Hungry?
Anne: No, no, I couldn't deprive you.
Mr. Avery: Oh, help yourself. Got plenty.
Anne: Well... much obliged.
Mr. Avery: Walk on.
Anne: I'm famished, actually. I haven't eaten since yesterday.
Mr. Avery: Matron trying to starve you?
Mr. Avery: They didn't feed you this morning?
Anne: Well... I was too preoccupied to eat. What with my life starting over and all.
Mr. Avery: Uh-huh. What were they doing for her?
Mr. Avery: Your parents, for the queen.
Anne: Oh, right. Espionage.
SCENE: Wealthy Lady's house
Maid: There. That's the best I can do until the doctor comes.
Wealthy Lady: It's been hours. I hope bringing him here was the right thing to do.
Maid: He's waking up.
Wealthy Lady: Fetch him some water.
Wealthy Lady: It's alright. You're going to be fine.
Matthew: What? Where...?
Wealthy Lady: You had an accident. My carriage.
Matthew: Oh, no, no, no, no... I can't be late.
Wealthy Lady: Don't get up. You're injured.
Matthew: No. The ferry. I can't miss it. Where am I?! Where's the ferry from here?
SCENE: Green Gables, night
SCENE: Orphanage, night
Matthew: Hello? Hello?
SCENE: Orphanage, morning
Maid: Oh, my word!
Matthew: Please... No, d-d-don't be frightened.
Maid: Get away! You can't loiter here!
Matthew: I must speak with the matron.
Maid: The matron? She's not even awake.
Matthew: It's an emergency.
Maid: You'll have to come...
Matthew: No, there's been a mistake! My girl. My little girl, she's here. I came to fetch her. Please.
Maid: Come inside. I'll see if I can rouse the matron.
Matthew: Thank you.
Maid: Were you out there all night?
SCENE: Inside the orphanage
Maid: What happened anyways?
Matthew: There was a misunderstanding.
Maid: Looks like it.
Voice: Hurry up.
Matthew: I... What?
Maid: You've been fighting. And at your age. Men! Kitchen's this way. Dora, please tell Matron there's an emergency, someone needs to see her right away. I'll give you a bit of hot water for washing up, and we'll take a look at that bandage before you see Matron.
Matthew: Oh, no, there's no need.
Maid: Have you seen you?
Matthew: Uh... much obliged.
SCENE: Green Gables barn
Jerry: 'Morning, Miss Cuthbert. Do you need something?
Marilla: There's plenty more.
Jerry: Thank you.
Matron: Yes? What is the nature of your emergency?
Matthew: Yes, good morning. I need to take Anne Shirley home.
Matron: She was adopted. She's no longer in residence.
Matthew: But she... she came back here yesterday, did she not?
Matron: She did not. Now please excuse me.
Matthew: But... she has to be here. The ferry master said that he'd seen her, said she come across... yesterday. Red braids!
Matron: Oh, I remember her distinctly, but the girl is not here. Tsk. Emergency!
SCENE: Outside the orphanage
Mr. Avery: Oh! Gave me a start.
Matthew: Beg your pardon.
Mr. Avery: Same thing happened yesterday, only that time it was a little girl.
SCENE: Train station
Anne: "Where Hope and Fear maintain eternal strife; And fleeting joy does lasting doubt inspire; And most we question, what we most desire!"
Voice: Ladies and gentlemen, the express...
Anne: Excuse me. May I interest you in a poetic recitation spoken aloud with dignified emotion?
It's only a dollar. Fifty cents?
I need a train fare to Halifax. I promise you'll like it.
Excuse me, sir. May I interest you in a rousing tale of heroic deeds and acts of bravery? It'll pass the time.
Pardon me. May I transport you for a few minutes with a romantical recitation replete with the tragedy of a love unrequited?
"If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, 'I love her for her smile - her look - her way of speaking gently, - for a trick of thought that falls in well with mine, and certes brought..."
Matthew: Anne! Anne!
Anne: ...a sense of pleasant ease on such a day..."
Anne: "For these things in themselves may be changed, or change for thee, - and love, so wrought, may be un-wrought..."
Matthew: Anne, thank goodness I found you.
Anne: So Marilla must've found the brooch, then, because I am not a thief. Now, if you'll please excuse me, I'm in the middle of earning some wages. I've got a train to catch.
"Thy love dear wiping my cheeks dry..."
Matthew: Please, Anne...
Anne: "A creature might forget to weep..."
Matthew: It was a terrible misunderstanding...
Young Woman: Thank you anyways. It was very nice.
Anne: But I'm not finished.
Young Woman: We've heard quite enough.
Anne: Do you want your money back?
Matthew: Anne, please... listen to me. I've come to take you home to Green Gables.
Anne: Why?! So you can banish me whenever you feel like it?! I am my own family now. And I am all I need!
Anne: Poems! Poems for sale!
Matthew: No, wait, wait. Anne, listen. I-I've come for you. I came all this way...
Anne: Oh, bully for you. Because so did I! And not by choice. I had to come all this way because you didn't want me!
Matthew: I do want you, Anne. We do.
Anne: I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone.
Matthew: Please. Please.
Anne: Please? Oh, I'll give you a "please." Please have the decency to let me be!!!
Tradesman?: Is there a problem here?
Anne: Yes, there is.
Tradesman?: Is this man bothering you?
Matthew: No, no... we're fine.
Anne: This man is indeed bothering me.
Tradesman?: That so.
Matthew: We're fine. She's my daughter.
SCENE: Arrival to Green Gables
SCENE: Green Gables kitchen
Marilla: Well, it certainly took you long enough to fetch her!
Matthew: Oh, sorry to... cause you worry, Marilla.
Anne: Hello, Miss Cuthbert.
Marilla: Hello, Anne. It's nice to see you back. Please take your things up to your room. I'll get supper on.
SCENE: Inside Green Gables
SCENE: Anne's room
Marilla: We're having a simple supper. I won't need your help. Just come down when you're ready.
Anne: Yes, Miss Cuthbert.
Marilla: Well, I'll see you downstairs.
SCENE: Green Gables kitchen
Anne: You'll be wanting the egg cups?
Marilla: Yes, please.
Did you bring your laundry down?
Anne: Yes, Miss Cuthbert.
Marilla: Please attend to the toast.
Anne: Excuse me.
Marilla: Of course.
On the table, thank you.
Matthew: I'll be out, uh... by the potato barns today.
I might send Jerry to the smithy with the bay for shoes.
Marilla: I'll pack him a lunch.
Matthew: Alright. Alright, then.
Anne: It was so awful, Belle. When I saw the orphanage again, you can't imagine my dread. And now I'm back, but I'm not so sure...
Jerry: You're back?
Anne: How dare you sneak around listening to my private conversation?
Jerry: I wasn't listening, I was sleeping.
Anne: So you're lazy and a snoop.
Jerry: It was too late to go home last night. There was so much work, because Mr. Cuthbert was away. Looking for you.
Anne: What all did you hear me say?
Jerry: Why would I care what you say to a horse? I need coffee. I'm going in to ask.
Anne: Why do you have that plate?
Anne: Careful. They'll call you a thief too.
Jerry: No, no, the lady brought it to me yesterday, when she was distraite. Why anyone would worry over you is a mystery for sure.
Diana Barry: Hey.
Ah... You're so smart, Anne. I never would've thought to sell poems for train fare. And you're home in time for the church picnic. Did they tell you we're hosting it here? I'm really glad you're back, Anne.
Anne: Well, you're the only one. Well, Matthew seems to be, but he must've talked her into it.
Diana: Oh, don't say that, Anne. I'm sure it's not true.
Anne: Miss Cuthbert wasn't happy to see me at all. She didn't care a whit.
Diana: But... Rachel Lynde told Mother that Miss Cuthbert was torn asunder after you left.
Anne: Not possible.
Diana: Miss Cuthbert was so upset, Rachel Lynde feared she'd take sick.
Anne: Not possible.
Diana: Well, that's what she told Mother.
Anne: Then why doesn't she show it? It's hard to believe she was sorrowful when she doesn't seem to like me at all.
Diana: At least you're home.
Anne: I've missed you.
And I don't mean to seem ungrateful. And it did fill my heart with joy to be back at Green Gables.
But I feel they could send me away at any moment.
Diana: But now that it's all settled, why would they?
Anne: I just don't want to get too attached. Not if it's all going to disappear.
SCENE: Outside Green Gables
Anne: "If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends."
Mrs. Eliza Barry: It's quite confounding. Why send her away just to retrieve her? Confounding indeed.
Mr. William Barry: I hope those old Cuthberts aren't losing their marbles.
Diana: What do you mean?
Minnie May Barry: Stop it!
Mr. Barry: I mean, I hope they aren't becoming addled, dear, as seniors are wont to do.
Mrs. Barry: They hardly want to, darling.
Minnie May: I don't like this biscuit.
Mrs. Barry: Then don't eat it.
Well, it can't be a peaceable household, it simply can't. The girl is an orphan, after all. How does one know what one is really getting?
Mr. Barry: One doesn't.
Mrs. Barry: Exactly.
Diana: It's not like she wanted to be an orphan.
Mrs. Barry: Of course not, dear. But she is.
Matthew: Rachel. Thomas.
Rachel: Here we are, here we all are. Glad to see you, Matthew.
Welcome home, Anne.
Anne: Thank you, Mrs. Lynde.
How do you do, Mr. Lynde?
Thomas Lynde: Glad we didn't find you in a ditch.
Rachel: Yes, yes, dear, everyone appreciates your gallantry.
Mr. Lynde: Well, we aim to please.
Rachel: Marilla, I hope you're feeling better now, dear.
Matthew: Were you poorly, Marilla?
Rachel: She was just worried sick, that's what.
Marilla: All is well, thank you.
Rachel: I'm sure it is, now that you're all reunited. One big happy family.
Mr. Andrews: My, my. Looks like the Cuthberts have picked up a stray.
Billy Andrews: Stray dog. Ruff-ruff!
Mrs. Andrews: No need to be uncharitable. Do you suppose they mean for her to be a daughter or a servant?
Prissy Andrews: Doesn't she have awful red hair? I wonder if she'll be attending school.
Mr. Andrews : What is the world coming to?
Man: I hear they plucked her from an asylum in Nova Scotia.
Woman: A lunatic asylum?
Minister: Orphanage. Of course, it could turn out to be one and the same.
Woman: Oh, dear.
Minister: We'll just have to... persevere.
Minnie May and Little Boy: You're a little orphan! You lived in a trash can! Garbage girl! Garbage girl!
SCENE: In the woods
Anne: Leave me alone.
Anne: Did you feel a sense of obligation? Is that it? Because I would've been fine on my own! Better than here! Why would you send for me if you didn't even want me?
Marilla: But we do want you, Anne.
Anne: It's obvious you don't! I don't know what to do.
Marilla: I have a question for you. I wonder... will you forgive me?
I am very sorry, Anne. When the brooch went missing, I was quick to judge. But what's worse is that I pushed you to fib. What else were you to do? Makes me shudder to think of it. And of course, I know now that you were telling the truth. You are a truthful girl, Anne, even now, and that is an admirable quality.
This was my fault. And all that you went through because of it. It's a wonder you came back to Green Gables at all.
If you could... find it in your heart to... believe me... and... forgive me... then we can start anew.
SCENE: Green Gables
Anne: Yes, miss Cuthbert?
Marilla: Please come down to the parlour. And "Marilla" is just fine.
Anne: What do you mean?
Marilla: You may call me Marilla.
Anne: Oh. May I call you Aunt Marilla?
Marilla: You may not.
Anne: But I'd love to call you Aunt Marilla. It would make me seem as if I really belonged to you.
Marilla: Well, I'm not your aunt and I don't believe in calling people names that don't belong to them.
Anne: Well, we could imagine you're my aunt.
Marilla: I couldn't.
Anne: Do you never imagine things are different than they are?
Marilla: I do not.
Anne: Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.
Marilla: Well, speaking of names, we'd like you to sign this and take ours. If the idea appeals to you.
Matthew: I've got the pen. It's all ready for you.
Anne: This is your family Bible.
You want me to be a Cuthbert? A real Cuthbert?
Matthew: We do. We want our name to belong to you.
Anne: I'm going to belong?
Marilla: We hope you like the sound of Anne Shirley Cuthbert.
Anne: I do. I do very much. But... I just sign? That's it?
Marilla: Of course. What's the matter?
Anne: Well... seems a little perfunctory, don't you think?
Anne: Shouldn't we... shouldn't we hold hands over a running stream and pledge ourselves to each other as Cuthberts forever? Or prick our fingers and mingle our blood as a symbol of our lasting devotion?
Well, surely there needs to be a ceremony of some kind in honour of such an auspicious moment. As someone who has never belonged to anyone before, I believe that this is a matter of much solemnity. Don't you?
Matthew: What say you, Marilla?
Marilla: Well... I've got some raspberry cordial in the pantry. Perhaps we could all have a small glass to celebrate without any danger to anyone.
Anne: Oh, Miss Cuth... Thank you, Marilla. That would do nicely.
Matthew: Well, then... to the Cuthberts.
Marilla: The Cuthberts.
Anne: And the Shirley-Cuthberts.
Oh... I could develop a fondness for this.
Marilla: It's time for you to sign now, Anne.
Anne: Oh my. I can't believe this is really happening.
Marilla: Calm yourself, Anne. You're overexcited.
Anne: Yes, I am. I don't think I've ever been so excited in my whole life. Oh... my hands are shaking. Hoo. With this pen... I take you... Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert... to be my family forever. To call you mine... and to be yours. For always.
Oh, I should add the Shirley. I'll do it over. Anne... Shirley... Cuthbert.
It should be hyphenated, don't you agree? I'll add that in, too. And since it's official, it should probably be Anne Shirley-Cuthbert of Green Gables née Halifax.
Anne: Could I add Cordelia, too? I've always wanted to be a Cordelia. Anne... Cordelia...
Marilla: Alright, that's enough now.