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Script: Part 8

SCENE: Bright River train station.

MARILLA: Hurry up, Anne. Do you think the train is going to wait for you?

ANNE: I'll take it, Matthew. It'll be easier if I go quickly by myself.

MARILLA: Getting emotional over nothing.

ANNE: Nothing? You both mean everything to me.

MARILLA: All this foolishness. You might as well kiss him, too.

STATION MASTER: All aboard!

MARILLA: I'm afraid for her, Matthew. She'll be gone so long. She'll get terrible lonesome.

MATTHEW: You mean, we'll get terrible lonesome.

MARILLA: I can't help wishing that she'd stayed a little girl.

MATTHEW: Mrs. Spencer made a lucky mistake, I guess.

MARILLA: It wasn't luck; it was Providence. He knew we needed her.

MATTHEW: Even with her queer little ways.

MARILLA: I loved her for them.

SCENE: In a carriage, Charlottetown.

AUNT JOSEPHINE: I like people who make me like them. It saves me so much forcing myself to like them. Oh, but I'd be a much happier woman if you stayed at Beechwood with me.

ANNE: There's no other place I'd rather be, Miss Barry.

AUNT JOSEPHINE: I know it's impractical. You need to be near the school. The lady who runs this boarding house is a gentle woman of reduced circumstances. You'll be quite safe. Here we are, Peter.

SCENE: The boarding house.

WOMAN: Miss Barry said you have a creative turn of mind, so I've given you my best room, looking out over the street.

ANNE: Thank you, I'm sure.

WOMAN: Cheer up, now. I've had dozens of students and not lost one of them yet. If there's anything you want, just let me know.

ANNE: Thank you. I can't cheer up. I don't want to cheer up. I'd rather just be miserable.

SCENE: Queens Academy classroom.

PROFESSOR: Those of you who have elected to complete the program for the teacher's license in one year instead of two, have a difficult struggle ahead of you, but you're here because we know you're capable of doing it. These first two weeks will be a probationary period in which you can decide whether you really want to complete the program in a single year. In that sense, these first two weeks will be the most important you spend at Queens. Bear that in mind.

SCENE: Outside Queens Academy.

JOSIE PYE: Anne Shirley! You look positively ill. Whenever your nose and eyes get red, you just seem red all over.

ANNE: Tell me, how are the first year students doing?

JOSIE PYE: Our French professor is a dream. He's the cutest mustache. Come for lunch and I'll tell all. I'm meeting Jane and Ruby and some others.

ANNE: Thank you, but I have other business to attend to.

JOSIE PYE: Gilbert won't be there, if that's what's worrying you.

ANNE: Whatever do you mean?

JOSIE PYE: Gilbert Blythe is a rake, and after his insulting behavior at the White Sands concert, I've decided to completely ignore him. Besides, there are far more dashing young men around here anyway.

ANNE: I'm amazed that Gilbert could even insult you.

RUBY AND JANE: Anne!

RUBY GILLIS: We've been looking all over for you.

RUBY GILLIS: What's second year class like?

ANNE: I don't know anyone. I wish you people had decided to go into second.

RUBY GILLIS: Second? I'll be lucky if I pass first.

JOSIE PYE: I don't care if I don't pass. My father can afford to send me back.

JANE ANDREWS: You know, Anne, Frank Stafford told me that the graduate that receives the highest mark in English Lit. this year wins the Avery scholarship: $250 a year for four years.

ANNE: Are you sure?

JANE ANDREWS: The board of governors is announcing it tomorrow. I'll be you for sure, Anne.

ANNE: I don't know. This is a much bigger pond we are swimming in now than in Avonlea.

JOSIE PYE: Will you two goody-goodies control yourselves. There's a lot more to do around here than keeping your nose in the book.

JANE ANDREWS: Come on.

SCENE: A Café/Diner.

AUNT JOSEPHINE: So, you have been here one week and already you are planning to take an arts degree from Redmond College.

ANNE: I fully intend to win that Avery scholarship if hard work can do it.

AUNT JOSEPHINE: I never knew a girl with such ambition, except perhaps myself. But my ambition was money. God knows I've succeeded.

ANNE: I've never really considered money.

AUNT JOSEPHINE: Probably just as well, though I can hardly believe I'm saying so. Wealth can be very empty when you don't have someone to share it with. But by the time I realized that, no one would have me except men who wanted my money more than I did.

ANNE: You aren't lonely, though, are you?

AUNT JOSEPHINE: Not with you in town! Now tell me, have you made all kinds of interesting friends your first week here, then?

ANNE: I've a small circle of friends, but no bosom friends, mind you.

AUNT JOSEPHINE: And what about young men in that circle of friends?

ANNE: I've become too practical for romance. Like Marilla, I shall probably end up an old maid. Miss Barry, I didn't mean that.

AUNT JOSEPHINE: It isn't all bad. A married woman could never be as cantankerous as I am free to be. But it's not a circumstance I'd recommend for you. Make a little room in your plans again for romance, Anne-girl. All the degrees and scholarships in the world can't make up for the lack of it.

SCENE: School library.

ANNE: May I leave this for Gilbert Blythe?

MAN: You can take it to him yourself, miss. He's across the hall.

ANNE: Thank you.

STUDENT: Can't you just picture it, Gilbert: Emily Clay, winner of the Avery scholarship?

GILBERT: Don't be too sure.

SCENE: The Cuthbert house.

MARILLA: [reading from letter] "Dear Marilla and Matthew, It hardly seems possible that the term is almost over. I've become so preoccupied with my work, I've almost lost track of time. But here I am with exams looming up before me, and for the time being, they are all there is in the world. But, as Rachel Lynde used to say, 'The sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail in geometry or not.' I think I'd rather it didn't go on if I failed. I miss you both very, very much. Yours lovingly, with all my heart, Anne."

MATTHEW: She sounds unhappy.

SCENE: Outside Queens Academy.

JANE ANDREWS: Oh, cheer up Anne. You have to win at least one of the awards.

ANNE: I'm sure I care anymore.

JANE ANDREWS: That's a fine attitude after all the work you've put in!

ANNE: I have no hope for the Avery. Everyone has practically said that Emily Clay is getting it.

JANE ANDREWS: You'll probably get the gold metal, then.

ANNE: Well, I'm not going to look at the bulletin board. I'm going to go straight to the girls' dressing room.

JANE ANDREWS: I'll come find you.

ANNE: If I fail, just say so, Jane. Don't break it to me gently, and don't sympathize.

STUDENTS: Hip, hip, hurray! Hip, hip, hurray! Hurray for Gilbert Blythe, winner of the gold metal! Yeah! [clapping, etc.]

STUDENT: Three cheers for Anne Shirley, winner of the Avery!

STUDENTS: The Avery! Hip, hip, hurray! Hip, hip, hurray! Hurray for Anne Shirley, winner of the Avery! Yeah! [clapping, etc.]

SCENE: Beach front.

ANNE: Isn't that breath of mint delicious? I can't bear the thought of leaving here again.

DIANA: Four long years. I'll probably be old and grey when you do come back, Anne.

ANNE: More likely married to a dashingly handsome young man and too busy with babies to be interested in your former bosom friend.

DIANA: Such as who? Moody?

ANNE: I'll pray that someone wonderful comes to Avonlea and sweeps you off your feet.

DIANA: Gilbert's getting the Avonlea school you know.

ANNE: He isn't going to college?

DIANA: His father can't afford to send him so he's going to earn his way. Did you ever explain to him?

ANNE: Some books are better left on the shelf. I wish him luck, though. He's a determined young man.

DIANA: Then as far as you're concerned, he's fair game.

ANNE: Why, Diana Barry! If you were interested in Gilbert Blythe, why didn't you ever say so?

DIANA: Because I thought my bosom friend was in love with him.

ANNE: In love with Gilbert Blythe? Me?

DIANA: Yes, you. Gilbert did say that being smart was better than being pretty.

ANNE: Goodnight, dear, sweet Diana.

DIANA: Goodnight.

SCENE: The Cuthbert field. Matthew falls.

ANNE: Matthew! Matthew! What is it?

MATTHEW: I'm alright.

ANNE: Please, Matthew. You need help. We've got to get a doctor.

MATTHEW: I've worked hard all my life. I'd rather just drop in the harness. I got old; I never noticed.

ANNE: If I'd been the boy you sent for, I could have spared you in so many ways.

MATTHEW: I never wanted a boy. I only wanted you from the first day. Don't ever change. I love my little girl. I'm so proud of my little girl.

ANNE: Matthew, don't.

SCENE: The church cemetery.

REV. ALLAN: We have stood here in silent prayer at Matthew Cuthbert's grave, and struggled, each of us, to see the meaning in his life. But the mystery of death prevails. All we know is that we are troubled in our hearts that this evidence of death comes to all of us. In the end, all we know is that we loved him, and we commend his soul to Jesus.

GILBERT: Miss Cuthbert. Anne. I'm very sorry for your loss.

MARILLA: Thank you, Gilbert Blythe.

SCENE: Anne's bedroom.

ANNE: [cries]

MARILLA: There, now. Oh, dear. It won't bring him back.

ANNE: Keep your arms around me, Marilla, for a little while. Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

MARILLA: I know I've been strict with you. I don't know what I'd do if you'd never come. But you mustn't think that I don't love you as much as Matthew did. It's never been easy for me to say, the things from my heart, but you're like my own flesh and blood now. It's not right to cry so. God knows best. Oh, he was always such a kind brother to me.

ANNE: We have each other now.

MARILLA: Yes. Yes.

SCENE: Outside the Cuthbert house.

MR. SADLER: Morning, Miss Cuthbert. And how is Green Gables holding up these days?

MARILLA: Oh, pretty well. I haven't seen you around these parts much lately.

MR. SADLER: Oh, uh, business in Carmody takes all my time, you know what I mean. This sure is a lovely piece of countryside.

MARILLA: It is that. People in Avonlea say it's the prettiest acreage on the north shore.

MR. SADLER: Matthew kept up this place impeccably. You don't want to let it get run down at all. Decreases the value. Now may be a good time to consider selling if you want to get the highest value for your farm.

MARILLA: Well, I can't deny that the thought has crossed my mind.

MR. SADLER: You could certainly retire on what I am prepared to offer you.

MARILLA: Thank you, Mr. Sadler.

ANNE: What did Mr. Sadler want?

MARILLA: He once offered to buy Green Gables and he's still interested.

ANNE: Buy Green Gables? Marilla!

MARILLA: I don't know what else to do. My eyesight is getting weaker. Dr. Spencer says that if the headaches persist, I might lose it completely. What if I can't run this place? Rachel has kindly offered to let me live with her.

ANNE: But you can't sell Green Gables!

MARILLA: Anne, I would go crazy if there was trouble and I was alone hear. I'm sorry that you won't have a home to come to on your vacations. Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day when I would sell this place. But, we'll survive somehow.

ANNE: You won't have to stay here alone. I'm not going to Redmond.

MARILLA: What do you mean?

ANNE: I'm not going to take that scholarship. I've already decided, but I hadn't told you yet. Mr. Barry said he'd run our fields next year, and I'm going to take the school at Carmody. They need a teacher and I'm sure they'd be glad to have me. I can drive back and forth until the weather gets bad, and then I'll board and come home on the weekends.

MARILLA: I won't let you sacrifice your education for me. I won't allow it, Anne Shirley.

ANNE: I am going to do it. I'm sixteen years old and just as stubborn as you are.

MARILLA: Oh, you blessed girl. I know I ought to stick to it and make you go to college, but I've learned better than to stand in your way. Gilbert Blythe will be teaching, too. Won't he?

ANNE: Yes.

MARILLA: What a nice looking young boy he is. He looks a lot like his father did at that age. We used to be real good friends, he and I. People called him my beau.

ANNE: And what happened?

MARILLA: We quarreled and I wouldn't forgive him when he asked me to. I wanted to after a while, but I was stubborn and I wanted to punish him first. He never came back. I, uh, always felt rather sorry. I, uh, sort of wished that I'd forgiven him when I had a chance.

SCENE: The Cuthbert porch.

RACHEL: Glad to hear you've come to your senses, Anne. Teachers course one year, and off the Redmond the next. I don't believe in women going off to college with the men, cramming their heads full of Latin and Greek.

ANNE: I'm doing my courses by correspondence, Rachel.

MARILLA: With all the work you have to do, teaching over at Carmody and looking after Green Gables? Marilla, talk some sense to the girl.

MARILLA: Mind your own business, for once, Rachel, and leave her alone. Anne thrives on studying.

RACHEL: Well, Marilla. She'll kill herself, that's all there's to it. "Pride goes before the fall."

SCENE: Cuthbert fields.

GILBERT: Woah. Hello, Anne.

ANNE: Taking a short-cut, Mr. Blythe?

GILBERT: Miss Cuthbert said I could find you here. [gives her a letter] Open it.

ANNE: [reading from letter] "We would be prepared to agree to your proposal to engage Miss Shirley under contract for one year in the post of teacher at Avonlea Public School." But that's your post?

GILBERT: I took the liberty of speaking to the trustees about an exchange. I'll be getting Carmody and you can stay at Green Gables.

ANNE: I don't know what to say.

GILBERT: Don't say anything.

ANNE: You'd have to pay for your board. You'll never save enough for college. You can't--

GILBERT: I'll save enough. Besides, I'm keeping up my courses by correspondence.

ANNE: So am I. Thank you, for giving up the school for me, Gilbert. It's very good of you and I want you to know that I appreciate it.

GILBERT: I figure you can give me help with my work, and I'll call it a fair exchange.

ANNE: Aren't you worried I'm liable to break another slate over your head?

GILBERT: I'm more worried I might break one over yours, Carrots. I'll walk you home.


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