Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story

Anne of Green Gables

The Continuing Story

Oh, Anne.

Oh, hello.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, look at you.

Oh, you haven't

changed a bit.

Neither have you.

I've been aching to see you.

I know.

Oh, no, don't.

Thank you for your help.

Alan? Ha, ha, ha...

Seems like a hundred years

since you sat behind us

in school pulling our pigtails.

Gosh, Anne, don't remind me.

Why is Alan...

Well... Why?

He's well-paid, Anne.

I insisted Fred hire a driver,

'cause we have so many guests

coming and going.

Spend your money

on your family,

Diana,

not on me.

You're family, Anne.

Besides, I have to spend

the inheritance

aunt Jo left me somehow.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Strange seeing so many

young men in uniform.

Look it...

That's Charlie Sloane,

and Wilf Bell.

It's like they're running off

to a Sunday school picnic.

In six months this nonsense

in Europe will be over

and we won't hear another

blessed word about war.

Oh, Anne, we're going to have

a fabulous holiday together.

Just like

old times.

Yes.

Smell the air,

Diana.

You find that sweet

smell in Halifax.

In your letters you sounded

so happy about teaching

in the hope-town orphanage.

It must have broken

your heart to say goodbye

to all your

students after five years.

Let's go by Green Gables, Diana.

I've not been back

since Marilla died.

Imagine,

sheep on the main street.

The man has no sense at all.

Stop it, Diana,

I'm dying

to walk anyway.

No, Anne.

You know Anne, Alan,

she's so ridiculously impulsive.

Pull the car around

to Green Gables farm, Alan.

She'll just be a moment.

Yes, ma'am.

Anne, wait... Wait, wait.

A-Anne... Wait, wait, wait.

I-I broke my heel.

I should have warned you.

Mr. Harrison's really

let the place run down.

He rented it out.

Marilla and Matthew

would be,

heartbroken

at this sight.

Hey, watch it.

Get out

of the way.

Get back

in here! Now!

You two want

something?

I was raised in this house.

It was a beautiful home once.

This dump?

You've no respect for the lives

that have been lived here.

Do us both a favour, scat.

Anne, Anne.

Let it go.

There's nothing

you could have done.

Mr. Harrison's going to get

a tongue-lashing

from me when I see him next.

Huh?

Those were Marilla's

June lilies.

They were beautiful once.

Leave it.

Ahh!

Go get 'em.

Give me your shoe.

Your shoe!

What?

Fetch!

No! My gosh, Anne.

That worked.

That was

my favourite

pair of shoes.

I should have bought this place

myself after Marilla died.

I should have taken every

penny I earned from my book

and my magazine articles

and made this place mine.

Oh, Anne,

don't try

and rewrite

the past.

Now, I want you

to forget your troubles.

You'll be very comfortable

living with us.

Aunt Josephine's money has left

me without a care in the world.

Fred's the youngest manager

in the history of the bank.

Isn't that right, darling?

Mm-hmm.

My little inheritance

hasn't hurt

his career either, to be sure.

If you call doing nothing

a career?

You've managed our business

affairs brilliantly, darling.

No, I just mind my own business.

Fred's so modest.

He's turned out to be

a wonderful father

and a good husband, Anne.

Sarah.

Yes, ma'am.

Please take the children

upstairs now.

Come give mommy

a kiss good night.

Good night, mom.

Good night.

Good night,

sweetie.

'Night.

Come along then.

They do so prefer their father.

It's such a

delicious evening.

Let's have our tea

in the garden.

This house is so

conducive to writing.

If you stay for the summer,

just think what fabulous

ideas you'd compose.

That's a big if.

Diana, I don't

feel right

intruding on

your family.

What's

the matter?

We have everything.

But he doesn't even kiss me

good night any more.

I'm sorry

well, haven't

you tried

speaking

about it?

Oh, Fred was never

a big conversationalist,

even when

we first got married.

It's a different kind

of silence now, though.

He's so preoccupied

with the war.

That's the

thing about

staying engaged.

You and Gil

never change.

That's probably because

we never see each other.

If you put off your

wedding any longer,

you're going to be

an old maid, Anne.

Actually, when Gil

finishes his term

at bellevue hospital in August...

August?

You can't deny me the pleasure

of planning your wedding?

Let me finish.

I didn't say we're

getting married in August.

We're going to choose a date...

oh, Anne,

don't be coy.

Oh... You can

move back right away.

Anne, life is going to be

just the way it was

when we were girls.

Sara!

Shouldn't we...

Sara!

Consult Gilbert.

Anne and Gil Blythe

are getting married!

And it's not going to be

some shoddy affair either.

And Fred will help too.

Oh, oh... Please let him.

It'll be a project

for the three of us.

Just one thing

at at time.

We need to slow down

and consult Gilbert too.

No, you let me talk to Gilbert.

First, we'll send

him a telegram.

No.

Oh, how I've missed you

all summer, Gil.

With perfect memories

of days passed.

Ha, ha, that'll be fine.

There.

...and memory of perfect

summer days of old.

Our past, our friends.

Are you

all right?

Nothing broken

or bent, I hope.

Ha, ha, only my pride.

Oh, Gil, help me up.

I am, I am truly blind

and a fool to boot.

Oh, if I were blind,

I should never forget

the contours of your face.

Why didn't you let me know?

I wanted to see you

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