Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story Page #7

only dream of doing, Anne.

Will you be all right?

We're moving in with

mom next week.

The house

sold, then?

It's all right.

We were never

happy there anyway.

Come and live at green

gables till I come back.

I feel better knowing

you were there.

Germans will eat humble pie

for sinking the lusitania,

now that the yanks

have joined up.

It's about time.

Bar-le-duc next.

We're getting off

at that field hospital.

Then we'll catch the next train,

meet up at ypres in the morning.

Why isn't the

train stopping?

The town must be under siege.

I'm going. My husband may

be at the field hospital.

Stand back!

It's far too dangerous.

I have to get off!

I have to get off!

Give me your hand!

Here! Reach! Here!

Give me your had!

Anne Shirley?

What?

It's a joke.

Close the door!

Get back!

Open it!

My husband may be back

there, please!

There's

nothing left,

even if you

could get off!

What happened

back there?

When the jerries

started trying

to level

the town,

British minefields

went off everywhere.

Field hospital's about

the only thing

left standing.

How can I get back?

It's a cesspool.

Not many civilians

make it this far.

I'm tracking my husband

for months.

If he's there, I've missed

my only chance

to get off the train.

Life is full of missed

opportunities.

Ha... What are you doing here?

I've been working as a war

correspondent back and forth

between London and Belgium

for a year.

Putting the name Jack Garrison

to good use?

Hasn't hurt.

American papers

love the sensational.

I'm sure they do.

What now?

Did we hit

something?

The Germans have

ambushed the line.

Open the door.

What in God's name is going on?

Pipe down...

we'll get

shot because

of you.

Here...

Down the trench.

Hurry.

We got no choice but hide

here till morning.

I must find a way to return

to the field hospital

at bar-le-duc.

Maybe it's the only safe place,

as long as it's been cleared.

Get rid of

that uniform.

Why?

Jerries will shoot you on sight,

like those poor wretches.

Why?

They were with the red cross.

Red cross

volunteers

equals supplies.

Jerries are in worse shape

than the limeys right now.

They'll kill you if they

think you got morphine.

Colette?

Anne Shirley.

Anne Blythe.

Anne, this is Colette.

Hello.

She doesn't

speak English.

Her family's scattered.

I planned on getting

them to safety,

but plans changed for worse.

Tu dors maintenant...

Cherie, tu dors.

...everything was lost.

How old is

the baby?

Barely a year.

I never thought I'd live

to see he day

I'd thank you, Jack Garrison.

Colette,pour le bebe...

Pour vous.

Here,pour vous.

Pour LA manger.

Merci, madame, merci.

Jack.

No, thank you.

Anne, remember what

I said back in New York...

I wanted to help you.

Your life has obviously gone

in one sweeping direction

and mine in another.

I meant what I said, too.

Mr. Garrison.

Mr. Garrison.

It's a German horse to boot.

Maybe we can hitch it to a wagon

and help us get back

to the field hospital.

Anne, Anne.

They're blowing up

the train back there.

Come back.

You can't be sane, Anne, Anne!

Are you hurt?

That's the train

they're blowing' up.

Hell of a way to come up

with a story material,

huh, Mrs. Blythe?

We'll hitch the horse to

the wagon and move out at dawn.

It's clear, move.

They've broken through, captain.

They gassed us;

They broke through.

Fix your bloody

bayonets, officers.

We've got

to help.

No, Anne, wait!

Cover the babe. Anne, wait.

Those fumes are toxic.

Couple of whiffs of this stuff,

and you won't get up.

I can't move with them

around here any more.

What are

you saying?

See you at the field hospital.

What?

If I don't

show up...

Where are

you going?

Get Colette and the baby

to this address in London.

What are you

talking about?

I have an apartment there.

I keep it as an office.

It's paid for.

I can't leave France,

while you run off

to get yourself a good story.

I wish it were that simple.

This war must end.

And I have my part in it.

Field hospital's down

in the valley.

Ho, sergeant!

Sergeant, general pershing

on that train?

I need to talk to him!

Wait, damn it!

American soldiers.

Courage, but nothing upstairs.

Madame Blythe vous protege

tous les deux.

She's a good woman.

Non, ca suffit, ca suffit.

Au revoir.

Au revoir,big guy.

Amene-moi

avec toi.

Wait! Wait!

You are despicable!

If I ever get my hands on you...

He'll live, if we can

find a quiet truck

for him that doesn't shake.

Picked up a whole company

half an hour ago, doctor.

No one noticed them missing till

the gas attack this morning.

And general Spence has orders

that we move to neufchateau

by this afternoon.

We'll never get all

casualties from the field.

Bring back those that

we have a hope of treating;

not these poor souls that are

gone by the time we get them.

If we're overrun,

they'll capture this

hospital for supplies.

Just give them all a good dose

of morphine in the trucks

so they can sleep...

my orders stand.

Right.

Dope them up.

I'll be outside.

Dr. Blythe,

colonel Marshall wants you

to head up to

the clearing station.

Headquarters has been shelled.

They're up to their eyeballs

in fatalities.

You can take this ambulance.

Let me take this.

No, no, no, it's all right.

Please help me.

This woman's exhausted.

It's all right.

My husband might be here.

I'll get food.

Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm looking for

Dr. Gilbert Blythe.

He's my husband.

Up there, love.

Gil!

Gil!

Colette.

Please, please,

take the baby, please.

Help me!

No time

to spare.

We're being

bombed... round up

all available

drivers.

Lay her down there.

It's all right

Colette, it's ok.

It's all right now, Colette.

It's going to be all right.

Promettez... Promettez...

Promettez-moi... Promettez.

Mon bebe...

Promettez.

I promise.

Garde-le.

I promise.

Garde-le.

I promise.

We need every able-bodied

driver, madam.

If you're Mrs. Blythe, you can

meet him at the next station.

She's gone.

Step this way, dear.

What about

this baby?

Field nurses should

look after it.

Follow me.

What about

the girl?

Stretcher bearer's duty, dear.

Maps and whatever supplies

are in the canteen up front.

Get moving.

This place is going

to be destroyed.

Cripes, that was close.

Here, let me take him.

What's his name?

Dominic.

Thank God you can drive, miss.

When them shell-shocked

stretcher-bearers get

behind the wheel, lord.

Avoid mud holes at all costs.

Abigail, do navigate for her.

What will happen to him?

Maybe find a home... if the

next church isn't

blasted to smithereens.

The field hospital's

through there.

Unload these trucks

as quickly as possible.

Little tyke's bloody hungry, he is.

Here, looks like

he's yours from now on.

I'll get you fed.

I'll try and find some food.

Merci, mon pere.

Soyez prudente.

C'est un miracle,

le petit qui a survi.

Et qu'est devenue LA maman?

Ellest morte.

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