Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story Page #5

you, my dear,

are a terrible opportunist.

I wrote

this book.

And don't you dare think

of publishing these galleys...

or anything else of mine,

or I'll see you in court.

He submitted it.

His name goes on it.

Good day, sir.

Uh, yes, good

day to you.

Anne.

You hypocritical swindler.

What?

What did you call this business?

Packaged goods?

You're all nothing better

than a bunch of pirates.

He's going to publish

it with only your credit.

You're out

of your contract.

Anne.

Anne, wait.

They can't publish it.

I won't allow it.

You're making...

A big mistake.

The only mistake I made

was seeing stars

in my eyes when

I agreed to this charade.

Yes, it was a charade.

I wanted to work with you.

I admire your work.

I'm in love with you.

There.

If it never gets published,

at least I've preserved

some dignity.

I just don't know

what to tell you.

Nothing.

I have to ask myself,

how could I have been so naive?

Because you're always going off

so impulsively,

trying to be somebody

other than yourself.

But I love you

for all your unpredictability.

When I said that I'd get

used to it here, I meant it.

I won't let you down.

I'll find something else.

Anne,

you're never going to find

another job

in any publishing company

in New York once this gets out.

What is so blessed funny?

Oh, come on, Anne.

This is not

the end of the world.

I'm never going to be the

renowned physician they'd

like to make of me at Bellevue.

I'm happy being a good doctor.

That's all.

Let's go home.

Really?

Oh!

Anne, there's Diana.

I'm just going to grab a paper.

Diana.

200 men just signed up today.

Where were you?

Just stepped off

the ferry.

You can step back

defend your country

if you're worth your salt.

Fred, good

to see you.

I see you were accosted too.

Sign of a coward.

Those dames are trying

to incite fellas to enlist.

Where are they taking them?

The old quarantine hospital

up the coast has been converted

to a convalescent home

for the boys

lucky enough to be sent back.

I should drive up,

see if they need a hand.

You're not going

anywhere,

Gilbert Blythe...

you and your

bride and

I have business

to discuss.

Best to choose your battles with

these new-fangled

businesswomen, Gil.

Well, will you look at that.

Mr. Harrison's gone

and sold the place.

Please go.

Aren't you even

the least bit curious?

No,

what are you smiling at?

You, you silly goose.

Why?

Gilbert's gone and bought

the place for you.

With a little help

from Fred's bank.

That is the most loving

and generous thing

that anyone's ever done for me.

It makes up for

every unfulfilled dream

I ever contemplated.

Thank you.

Just let me go in alone,

just for a moment.

Ok.

I think you may be

a kindred spirit after all.

I'll try

and do anything

and be anything you want

if you'll only

keep me, miss Cuthbert.

If I were very beautiful and

had nut-brown hair, would you

keep me?

You might be

of good to her.

Always be your Anne,

Anne of Green Gables.

I can drive back and forth

until the weather gets bad.

Then I'll board

and come home on the weekends.

Don't sacrifice

your education for me.

You blessed girl.

Everything all right?

I'm home now.

This is

my house.

We'll be back for you

in a couple of hours.

Diana said I could stay

with them until the wedding.

And that way you can live here.

You won't have to board in town.

Oh, I get to do

all the work, I see.

I didn't mean it like that.

Oh, God.

We did the right thing,

didn't we?

Sure, we did.

What is it?

Nothing.

I was just thinking

about Dr. Powell.

My leaving was

an awful setback to him.

We did the right thing.

Well, we can't always take

the most obvious road in life.

Our gains have been substantial,

ladies and gentlemen.

For every 100 men who stood

beside our king at flanders,

over 200 enemy have fallen.

And if this trend continues...

Gil.

Moody.

Good to see you.

Josie.

We heard you were setting up

an office at Green Gables.

So far no one's come

for as much as a toothache.

Well, there are

more crucial events abroad

that need safekeeping

more than Green Gables.

I know that, Josie.

Moody, Josie,

how lovely.

Anne.

Isn't it sad

how few people

our age have

stayed in Avonlea?

Yes, everybody's

left.

Look at here...

carmody here has

become such a booming city now.

But it's good to see

you're staying.

Well,

congratulations

are in order.

I hear Diana Barry's

having the reception.

Yes, I hope you'll honour us

with your presence.

Will you be getting married

in uniform, Gil?

Gil's setting up to serve

the community here.

And the papers say the war is

going to be over in a few weeks.

Well, I suppose it's

not your fault

if the American papers

never report things accurately.

It's nothing less

than a disaster.

My three brothers have left.

I mean, even pa's gone

as a civilian.

All able-bodied

men feel

a responsibility to

protect our empire.

Able-bodied men are

needed at home, too.

Look at Doc. Stuart running

the convalescent home

for casualties...

Gil's volunteering there.

Doc. Stuart's near retirement.

No one in this town

will be seen by a doctor

not prepared

to serve his country.

Josie, Moody.

Well, I can see her tongue

has grown by yards

since we've been away.

That was practically a threat.

She's always been jealous

of you and me.

For heaven's

sake.

If the only medical

help left are

the Doc. Stuarts,

this island needs

all the help

it can muster.

I should pay Doc. Stuart a visit.

Whoa!

I'm going to see how much

assistance I can be here.

I won't be long.

I've got lots to keep me busy.

Gil.

Do you think it's as bad

as they say overseas?

I'm worried a war of this size

isn't going to be over

in weeks or months, Anne.

What's at the

other end can't be

glorious at all.

I'll do everything I can...

For now.

We'd be grateful for even a few

hours of your time each week.

My practice isn't

very busy yet.

'Morning, Jim.

Look at that.

Jim.

Your brother Harry

used to play hockey with me

on the Avonlea avengers.

I lost

track of him.

Uh, Dr. Blythe.

I don't think Harry made it.

Three weeks on a ship coming

home with no care whatsoever.

This one's lucky to be alive...

If the gangrene doesn't get him.

Now let's get

a look at those dressings.

There's shrapnel in there

that won't let it heal.

We could operate right away

if you have anything

to knock him out with.

May.

Let's take Jim inside.

There's not much morphine.

Any supplies that you can track

down would be appreciated.

But they don't even patch them

up before they ship them home.

They'd have

a better chance

if someone took

the time

on the

battlefield.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

They're in the

ballroom at

the white sands.

Well, actually, we had something

a little different in mind.

Well, what about

setting up

a beautiful white silk tent

in the garden for the reception.

We were thinking of

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