Script: Part 6
OFFICER: Passeport, madame? Non, desole. Il est interdit aux femmes de voyager. All foreigner women must be registered for travel. No good, very sorry.
ELSIE JAMES: Geeze, those honest-to-God American girls look so great to me.
MARGARET BUSH: Yeah, but you know what? These God-forsaken uniforms are driving me nuts.
ELSIE JAMES: Youíre telling me.
MARGARET BUSH: You know when I came over here I still had my silk stockings?
ELSIE JAMES: Yeah, I remember that.
MARGARET BUSH: You remember where itís going now?
ELSIE JAMES: Mud.
MARGARET BUSH: Mud.
ELSIE JAMES: Mud.
MARGARET BUSH: Mud
ELSIE JAMES: And more mud.
ANNE: Excuse me, but I couldnít help but notice youíre from Stateside. Are you with the YWCA?
ELSIE JAMES: [laughs] God, no.
MARGARET BUSH: No, I donít think so.
ELSIE JAMES: Weíre actresses. Weíre under contract.
MARGARET BUSH: For the boys.
ELSIE JAMES: For the boys.
MARGARET BUSH: Yeah, weíre on our way to the front, but the French military wonít let any more women than necessary into the danger zone, so we got stuck wearing these duds.
ELSIE JAMES: Iíve threatened to turn all of France into a danger zone if they try keeping us from our duty any longer.
ANNE: Are you registered to travel across the front?
MARGARET BUSH: No, actually, we spent the last eight days stuck in Paris trying to explain to the government how come weíre exempt from all these bloody rules.
ELSIE JAMES: Yeah, weíve got our registration papers. Why? Where are you going?
ANNE: Iím going to Brussels and to Liege, hopefully, if I can get through.
ELSIE JAMES: Why donít you stick with us? We can get you in.
MARGARET BUSH: Yeah, weíd love a challenge.
ELSIE JAMES: Yeah.
MARGARET BUSH: Weíd have to get her a different get-up. Maybe the Red Cross or Sally Anne.
ELSIE JAMES: Yeah.
ANNE: Um, no, itís all right. Thank you.
OFFICER: [to girls] Vous permits, síil vous plait. [looking at Anneís papers] Allez-y.
ELSIE JAMES: Hey! Whoíd you knock off to get your hands on that get-up? [laughs]
ELSIE JAMES: So, I do imitations. I dance a little. I tell stories. You know, like this big Baldwin locomotive pulls up into a shed with four thousand Yanks. I jumps up on the platform, doing a handspring to boot, no less. ďHey boys, are we downhearted?Ē I yells and I hear this ear-splitting, ďHell, no!Ē [laughs] I tell you, it is the biggest show on earth. This war has gotten me hook, line, and sinker. Never knowing which songís your last kind of spurs you on.
ANNE: I envy you.
ELSIE JAMES: What are you talking about? Youíre acting your blessed heart out right now.
ANNE: You bring happiness into peopleís lives.
ELSIE JAMES: Happiness, oh, geeze. Have another nip there, Sister Anne.
ANNE: I donít even know who the devil I am anymore. Weíve all been swept up in some tidal wave, keeping on the surface for fear weíll drown.
ELSIE JAMES: And you do drown. You do drown. Along comes some nineteen-year-old Jimmy Something-or-other from Tulamassoo, Idaho, to pay a call and tell you about his latest loves, oh, and he vows how no one can hold a candle to you. And Psst. Gone. Killed before the same hour the next day. Sometimes I canít stop bawling. I only manage to keep singing my songs by looking over their heads and not into their faces.
MARGARET BUSH: Yeah, well, sheís got a bullet from every guy she ever fell for.
ELSIE JAMES: Yeah, there ainít a blank one in the bunch. Look. I keep them alive in here. [the train stops] What was that?
SOLDIER: Vous avez vu líenfant?
OFFICER: Dans le compartiment.
SOLDIER: Ah, bon.
SOLDIER: Mesdames. Allez, passeports. Allez, allez, vos papiers.
ELSIE JAMES: All right. All right. Here. Here. Here.
MARGARET BUSH: Here. [she drops her paper] Sorry.
SOLDIER: Et le bebe?
ANNE: Cíest un orphelin.
SOLDIER: Bush, eh, Busch? Eh, cíest un nom allemand ca? Espion allemand peut-etre, hmm?
MARGARET BUSH: German? Iím Yankee Doodle. Busch? Can you believe he thinks Iím some kind of German beer?
SOLDIER: Cíest quoi ca? [takes Anneís hand] Imposteur anglais, huh?
ANNE: No. [he takes the baby]
ELSIE JAMES and MARGARET BUSH: Hey!
ANNE: Give me my baby! [he hits her, knocking her out]
MARGARET BUSH: Anne! Oh, God. Anne!
ELSIE JAMES: Anne! Hey, what are you doing? Oh, geeze.
MARGARET BUSH: [the soldier grabs her] Anne!
ANNE: Whereís Dominic?
ELSIE JAMES: I donít know. They threw Mag in the clink. The jerks. With her bloody names, and these blasted German-colored uniforms, and your accent-they think weíre a bunch of spies.
ANNE: Spies? Oh, my Lord!
ELSIE JAMES: Theyíre going to kill us at dawn. Thatís why theyíve taken the kid away. [Anne pulls on the boards] Forget it; the doors are barred.
ANNE: Theyíre going to do no such thing.
ELSIE JAMES: What are you doing?
ANNE: How fast can you dig?
ELSIE JAMES: What are you doing? What?
ANNE: Come on, come on. Dig!
ELSIE JAMES: What? All right.
ELSIE JAMES: All right!
ANNE: Dig! Dig faster!
ELSIE JAMES: All right. What are you doing?
ANNE: I donít know.
ELSIE JAMES: How?
ANNE: Iím not sure yet. Fill it with coal. Hurry!
ELSIE JAMES: Here! Here!
ANNE: Give me your shells.
ELSIE JAMES: No, no, not my boys.
ANNE: Give me your shells. I just want the gunpowder; you can keep the shells.
ELSIE JAMES: Not my boys. All right, all right. Here.
ANNE: Okay. Look, at this point, itís their way of saying thanks.
ELSIE JAMES: Here.
ANNE: You got a match?
ELSIE JAMES: Yeah, sure.
ANNE: And your flask, while your at it.
ELSIE JAMES: Oh, geeze. Whisky doesnít work unless youíre having a good time. Here.
ANNE: Okay, okay. Stand back! [their makeshift bomb blasts a hole in the wall] Yes! Come on!
ANNE: Oh, God. Elsie, run for the woods.
ELSIE JAMES: No, no. I canít. I canít go without Maggie. Donít worry about us. You just keep on treading water. Go! Go! [Anne runs from the authorities. Meanwhile, Jack shows up at the train station looking for Anne.]
WOMAN: Mais ou va-t-elle avec cet enfant? Ou allez-vous?
[Anne runs through the woods]
MAN: Cíest ca. Cíest ca. Et cíest bien. Viens, mon viuex. Voila. Voila. Comme-ci. Comme-ca. Viola.
JACK: Je cherche une petite soeur, uh, avec bebe.
MAN: Je suis desole. Je ne líai pas vue. Non, non, je suis desole.
JACK: Youíre sorry.
ANNE: [seeing a cart go by] Arretez! Arretez! Je cherche le Manoir de Bonne Esperance, le chateau de Madame Kitt Garrison.
MAN: Oui, on y va au manoir. Venez, ma soeur.
ANNE: Merci. Merci.
MAN: Quíest-ce qui se passe?
JACK: Anne! Anne! Why didnít you wait at the station? Anne! Trust you to find your own way. Let me see your face. Dominic. My boy. My boy. Itís all right. Yeah.
ANNE: Oh, we made it. I think we made it.
JACK: Youíve done something more important than you can imagine. Youíre very brave, Anne. Very, very brave.
KIT GARRISON: Anne Shirley, my dear. Youíve never looked saintlier, and youíve brought our Dominic home.
ANNE: Are we safe?
KIT GARRISON: Well, theyíve killed the animals, bayonetted the furniture, and poured two hundred pots of jam into my grand piano, but this war is over.
JACK: The kaiser abdicated. This war is going to end. Dominic will be very safe here with Aunt Kitt.
KIT GARRISON: Oh, letís get you all inside.
JACK: Welcome to one of my fatherís many extravagances: an impossibly large chateau in the middle of no-manís-land for summer holidays.
KIT GARRISON: This is where the children play after their lessons and before bed. This is Regine and this is Dominic. Will you take him under your wing? Heís going to stay for a while with us.
JACK: He reminds me of Colette. Thank you.
KIT GARRISON: Oh, Anne. You look as though youíve been dragged through the mud. Let someone look after you for a change. [revealing gems hidden in Anneís clothes] Each of these would save hundreds of lives and medical supplies. It would otherwise be impossible to procure now. And assist Jack. Bring this blessed war to an end.
KIT GARRISON: You neednít worry about this young fellow anymore. Heís safe here. Bye-bye. As long as I live. [Anne and Jack get in the car] Bye! Wave, Dominic, wave.
ANNE: I never thought it was going to feel like this.
ANNE: Giving him up for good.
JACK: Donít worry. [he puts his arm around her] Youíll see Dominic again.
ANNE: I keep thinking about Gil and all the reasons that I came here. I donít want to go to Germany if he doesnít exist. Please. tell me the truth, Jack.
JACK: Truth? Open my bag.
JACK: Open the bag! Look in the file. Not that one, the other one. See the signature?
ANNE: Where? Wait. What? Where did you get this?
JACK: I sprang a P.O.W. a couple of months ago. Found that medical certificate and his gear.
ANNE: A month ago?
JACK: Unfortunately, the little group Iím with has its work cut out. Weíre assigned to bribe certain German officials into a meeting in France. So, the Allies can conclude an armistice. I have every intention of doing whatever I can to help you, Anne.
ANNE: Keep going.
ANNE: We canít stop. We have to keep going.
JACK: The city is under siege. The German troops have walked away from the front with their coats rotting on their backs. Theyíre looting because no one can stop them. Because theyíre afraid, not of the Allies, but of the Communists. I have a contact in here that can help us. Come on.
JACK: There were no other records of any Canadian or American Dr. Blythes in any of the hospitals or camps. Maybe he was moved.
ANNE: You showed me the paper. You told me you had contacts. You let me put your own son in danger.
JACK: Iím trying to help legions of others. Donít you want to be part of this now?
ANNE: I came here for one reason, and one reason only, and I am not leaving until I have turned up every single floorboard to find out whatever I can about my husband.
JACKíS ASSOCIATE: We convene at the station at 1600 hours.
JACK: If I have to scour every barracks in the city, Iíll keep on trying.
JACK: You see him? In a day, these men will be free. Theyíll be walking away because these Germans canít be bothered keeping them. Come on. British troops are already being released all over the city.
ANNE: [looking at the hospital logs] He was here. His name. His name is here. Itís dated October.
JACK: Yes, he was here for several months.
ANNE: And what did she say?
JACK: Every day the Germans brought him here from the camp to work. Then one day, they took him away. He never came back.
ANNE: Where did she say they took him?
JACK: Anne, they donít ask questions.
ANNE: Did she say he was dead? I need proof. [to the nurse] Do you keep a record of people who die? [she lunges at her]
JACK: Anne. This is anarchy. Thereís no authorities here to make out a certificate. He might have got away.
ANNE: And if he didnít? [the hug]
JACK: I said something to you a long time ago. I meant it. We can take Dominic. We con go back to the U.S. of A. We can be a family.
JACKíS ASSOCIATE: The German delegation will be taken by train to LaCapelle and meet at the Villa Paques. Then I will drive them to the ChimayÖ [Germans shouting in the background] LaCapelle Road, where they will present themselves.
ELSIE JAMES: Hello, my fine boys!
MARGARET BUSH: Weíre coming!
ELSIE JAMES: Hello, boys! My favorite. Oh, what a gentle bunch.
MARGARET BUSH: Weíre here.
ELSIE JAMES: Weíre here.
MARGARET BUSH: Theyíre fighting. I think we should sing a song. All right, weíre going to sing a song for you boys.
ELSIE JAMES: All right.
JACKíS ASSOCIATE: [continuing] After that, Marechal Foch has arranged that they be escorted by a security train to a secluded spot in the Compiegne forest.
[Elsie James and Margaret Bush sing]
JACK: The isolation should hide them from any rebel aircraft.
JACKíS ASSOCIATE: [continuing] President Wilson wants our team to be part of the delegateÖ
ELSIE JAMES: Hey! Whatís the matter with you?
MARGARET BUSH: Sing a song.
[Elsie James and Margaret Bush sing a new song]
ELSIE JAMES: [seeing Anne] Oh.
MARGARET BUSH: Look, whoís here!
ELSIE JAMES: Anne!
ANNE: Youíre safe! Youíre safe. You made it. Oh!
MARGARET BUSH: Oh, we missed you.
ANNE: What are you doing here?
ELSIE JAMES: We are now the villainous vamping lady spies!
MARGARET BUSH: Those French soldiers was so convinced we was German, they shipped us across the border. And now the Germans are convinced itís over so weíre having a ball!
ELSIE JAMES: We are doing way better, by George. This place is better than no-manís-land. Hey, whereís the little kid?
MARGARET BUSH: Hey, Annie, why donít you come up and sing a song with us?
ELSIE JAMES: Oh, yes! Oh, please. Come on, come on. You can do this. Get up.
MARGARET BUSH: No, you canít say no to us. We wonít let you. Come on, you can look into their faces now. Come on. You know the rules.
ELSIE JAMES and MARGARET BUSH: [singing] Let me call you Sweethearts,
MARGARET BUSH: Sing!
ELSIE JAMES and MARGARET BUSH: [singing] Iím I love with you.
ELSIE JAMES: Come on!
MARGARET BUSH: Donít be shy. Come on.
ALL THREE: [singing] Let me hear you whisper, that you love me, too. Keep your love light shining in your eyes so true.
MARGARET BUSH: You sing.
ELSIE JAMES: Come on, Anne.
ANNE: [singing] Let me call you Sweetheart, Iím in love with you.
MARGARET BUSH: Beautiful!
ELSIE JAMES: One more time.
ALL THREE: [singing] Let me call you Sweetheart, Iím in love with youÖ
[Anne sees Gilbert]
ANNE: Oh! Oh, my love!
GILBERT: I thought you were a dream.
JACK: Officer Blythe.
ANNE: You remember Jack Garrison. He helped me look for you.
JACK: Weíve got to move very quickly. Thereís going to be a truce.
ANNE: Jack and his friendís with Allied forces. Theyíre going to get us out of here quickly.
JACK: We havenít much time. Iíll see what we can do.
JACK: My associate and I are to escort you and your delegation to the Eastern front.
GILBERT: [after Jack offers him a cigarette] No.
JACK: I expect you find it tough, to pick up where you left off from. Especially after all the inhumanity youíve seen.
GILBERT: I take it one step at a time. Weíll be fine.
ANNE: I bribed the attendant with the watch you gave me, Gil.
GILBERT: Itís never been put to better use.
ANNE: What were you two talking about?
GILBERT: Oh, just what fine men we have met who have sacrificed so much.
ANNE: Gil. Jack, will you have some tea?
JACK: No, no. I need to find Saunders. [he leaves]
GILBERT: Do you know that every day I would pick a different memory I had of you, and I would play it over and over and over again in my mind, until ever detail, every hair, every freckle, every part of you was exactly as I remembered.
ANNE: Wonít you rest now.
JACK: Want to take the safe road home, aye?
ANNE: I think the road with you would only last so long, Jack.
JACK: Without you, Iíd never have my son, Anne.
ANNE: The road I began with Gil is forever. Iíll never forget what youíve done for me.
JACK: I have a dream-
ANNE: We all have unfulfilled dreams. I gave up Dominic. Iíll always think of him as our son. [she kisses him on the cheek]
ANNE: Sorry to wake you. [a gunshot is heard]
ANNE: Jack! Jack!
JACK: Anne, look at me.
ANNE: Jack, who did this to you?
JACK: Youíre beautiful.
ANNE: Whatís happened?
JACK: What goes around, comes around with outlaws. Keegan must be really scared.
ANNE: No, donít move. Gil! Gil! GIL! GIL!
JACK: Oh, my God!
ANNE: Who did this is going to try and get off the train.
GILBERT: If we get him off this train now, heís going to bleed to death.
ANNE: Youíre going to be all right.
JACK: Whatever happens to me, you take care of my son.
GILBERT: Keep holding this, Iíll go for help.
ANNE: Youíre all right. Oh, no.
GILBERT: Whatís happening? Is the town under attack?
SOLDIER: No more attacks today, monsieur, or any other day. Itís all over. Cíest fini. What weíve all been praying for: the armistice was signed at Compiegne.
ANNE: Whatís all the shooting for, then?
SOLDIER: All the old ammunitions. Ils sont fous. Ils sont fatigues.
ANNE: I canít believe Jack never lived to see the armistice. Please, help me find Dominic.
ANNE: Dominic! Dominic!
GILBERT: Whatís the matter?
GILBERT: Honey. Where can he be?
ANNE: A child doesnít just disappear into thin air.
GILBERT: You said yourself his aunt was looking after him.
ANNE: What if something happened to her?
GILBERT: For all we know, they could be on their way back to New York by now.
ANNE: Gil, when I was in London, I made a promise. I told Jack if anything ever happened to him, I would look after his son.
GILBERT: Well, weíll have to do everything in our power to find him, then. Thatís my promise to you.
GILBERT: Are you going to tell them when we get back?
ANNE: Iím ready now, Gil. Living here this past year with Fred and Diana has made me realize how much things have changed.
GILBERT: Well, the lawyer promised heíd bring all the papers.
MAN: Dr. and Mrs. Blythe. What glorious countryside!
ANNE: Where is he?
MAN: Oh, heís with the station master.
GILBERT: My wifeís worried he wonít recognize her.
MAN: I have all the documents. It seems that Miss Garrison suffered heart failure on her return to New York. The next of kin have no interest in the boy.
ANNE: [hugging Dominic] Iíd never forget you. I got you back. You came back to me. I love you. Oh.
FRED: Dominic! Oh, you promised youíd bring him home.
DIANA: Look! Oh, this must be Dominic. Oh, heís beautiful.
GILBERT: Itís official. We signed the adoption papers today.
DIANA: Oh, we have good news. We looked at a house in town this morning. I think weíve more than overstayed our welcome.
GILBERT: Well, actually.
ANNE: Weíre not going to be spending the rest of the year here.
DIANA: What do you mean?
ANNE: Gil and I talked about it, and we decided that we want you and Fred to keep Green Gables for good.
GILBERT: Iím going to be taking over Dr. Stuartís medical practice in Glen St. Mary, and we drive over to look at a new house tomorrow.
DIANA: You canít give this place up.
ANNE: There isnít anyone who would appreciate it more than you. Weíll come back to visit. We want to start over.
FRED: I donít know what to say.
FRED JR: Aunt Anne! Mommy!
GILBERT: Itís never looked so peaceful.
ANNE: Just the way it was when I first came here as a child. What do you think, Dominic? We have to make a new life, but built on all the old foundations.
ALL THREE: Wee!