Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story Page #4

You're insane.

Good night.

I'll jump unless you agree.

No, you won't, no, you won't.

No, don't, no, don't.

Anne, you have talent,

and I need a book.

I'll guarantee you

it gets published

if you let me handle

the whole thing with Winfield.

Besides, it's a wonderful book.

It will free me

from the final spectre

of the Windfields

once and for all

and get you the reading public

you so richly deserve.

The honour would be

entirely mine.

It will take me forever

to finish the book.

I...

That's only my first draft.

Let me be

your editor.

And we'll submit

it within a month.

All right.

I'll finish this draft

and send it to you.

Good night, Mr. Garrison.

I'm in trouble. I need help.

Well, it is

probably

the most

absurd scheme

you've ever

attempted.

Thanks for you vote

of confidence, Gilbert Blythe.

This chance,

is once in a lifetime.

And what successful

writer has ever

written with

a pinch hitter.

All writers have editors.

I gave him my new daft.

What if he doesn't like it?

And now I've been invited

to a reception

at his family's estate.

I feel like a lamb being led

to the slaughter.

No, don't desert me, please.

Take a deep breath.

Believe in your own ability.

Mrs. Lynde did say I had

the nerve of a canal horse.

I'm looking forward to meeting

this Garrison phenomenon.

Thank you.

You know, I trot

Jack out whenever

I want to attract a crowd.

We've raised $2,000

for my hospital overseas

for war orphans.

If we Americans

join the allies at war

with the same kind

of enthusiasm, we'll put

an end to the blessed mess.

I understand the book

that you and Jack

are collaborating on

concerns an orphan.

Yes.

When it's reviewed,

I'd like to host

a charity ball for our manoir,

using the novel as the theme.

I can't imagine my book

as a setting

for a charity fundraiser.

You must be

Dr. Blythe.

Mr. Garrison.

How are you? I've been looking

forward to meeting you.

The subject of such devotion.

You are fortunate to hold this

young woman's intense esteem

and adoration...

a writer is often

only married

to the art of language.

I predict enormous happiness

for you both.

Well, uh,

thank you.

Anne.

Aunt kit, Dr. Blythe

is one of the senior

staff members at Bellevue.

Oh.

We have a number of guests here

involved in fundraising

I'm sure you'd like to meet.

Miss Shirley and I have a bit of

business to complicate things.

My nephew looks

quite taken

with your

fiancee.

Well, Anne isn't

easily influenced

when it comes to her writing.

I don't think he understands

what he's up against.

Well?

It's not awful.

It's just not good enough.

I beg

your pardon.

You changed everything

that was genuine,

all the innocence.

I don't know what happened,

but you better burn this.

Burn this?

Start over.

I'm trying to write

the way you wanted me to.

I've exhausted myself

making this work.

If you don't

want to keep

at it, go back

and teach.

I can smell when

something isn't working.

You wanted to be considered

a serious writer.

That's why I'm helping you.

No, that's why

I'm helping you.

Anne, you have the gift

of human insight.

When I try to do better,

I fail miserably.

Stop trying to write

a best-seller.

You're the one

who suggested this.

I came to you for

help, Mr. Garrison.

All right, this entire gambit

was a terrible idea.

Either you quit crying about it

or go back to the drawing board.

Anne, it's Jack.

I know you're in there.

I know my comments were

a bit disparaging, I admit.

Thank you.

Harold.

Ah, Mr. Garson.

I'm certainly looking forward

to your next draft.

I'm sorry,

miss Shirley's at lunch.

May I leave a message?

Jack Garrison's notes

seem to be pretty amusing.

You know, no one

can tell you how to write.

Jack's not telling

me how to write.

He's commenting.

Well, you've

been published before.

Why do you need him?

My first book

was small

and not

widely read.

Don't worry...

he's turned out

to be a pretty

good coach.

Really.

Good night.

Heading back to my place.

This is clearly malignant.

I'd prefer to give him

use of his limbs

for what little time

has left... stitch him up.

No.

I think we can

successfully remove it.

It's highly

unlikely.

You can't

discontinue

without some benefit

to this class.

Put it on record that

I have declined to continue

for the safety of the patient.

Dr. Blythe.

Get back in there...

For the sake of the residents

in the gallery

who aspire to be you.

I'm not about to

perform to enhance

the prestige of

this institution.

I'm sorry.

Gil!

The politics of this

organization are

more than I ever bargained for.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't feel right that

I should feel so excited, then.

Read it.

You're done.

We're submitting

it tomorrow.

It's the best of everything

you've ever written.

Yes!

Oh!

Are you certain?

So much so that I have

no idea why you're

going to allow him to put

his name on it alongside yours.

Because I couldn't have done it

without him.

And you, too.

Oh.

Can I put my name on it too?

What if this is the only chance

I ever have

of getting it published?

Don't sell yourself short.

I'm not.

Jack is submitting it tomorrow

under both our names.

Ok, I can't

stop you.

I just think

you deserve

a proper

credit.

Ah, miss Shirley, Mr. Winfield

would like to see us both

in his office

right away, please.

Send those galleys to the top

five distributors, Nellis

and those demonstration covers,

as well, please.

What?

Oh, that's the cover

of Jack's latest.

It's sensational, isn't it?

The book is

a complete departure.

He's written it just for women.

You did well in coercing him.

Mr. Winfield feels we've hit

pay dirt on this one.

Mr. Owen,

this is my book.

Oh, and, Nellis,

send a personal note from me

as senior editor, please...

thank you very much.

Come along, miss Shirley.

This is my

original work.

This is my...

This is my book.

Now, we'd all like to take

credit for a job well done,

but let's not be absurd.

Hmm.

I've asked you both here

at the request of Mr. Garrison

and his legal counsel,

Mr. Chambers.

How do you do?

There now.

The finest novel

Mr. Garrison ever penned,

don't you agree, Owen?

Sir.

Hmm, however,

Mr. Garrison asserts

that he co wrote it

along with you, miss Shirley.

Mr. Garrison and I haven't

had the opportunity

to re-discuss credit.

But it is my original work, yes.

Unfortunately co-authorships

don't sell.

Your name would

denigrate the

promotability

of Mr. Garrison's.

In any event,

we want out of this contract.

Jack has nothing else

to deliver.

And he has other professional

interests he wants to pursue.

I sincerely doubt

miss Shirley's

claim, sir.

She just hasn't the experience.

Well, since your client is

so anxious to be relieved

of his contract,

these provisions

obligate us no further

than Jack's credit.

But, Mr. Winfield... I pretty

much wrote every word.

Really?

Well, if that's the case,

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