[♪]
Strike two!
Nice pitch Izzy.
No batter, here.
He can't hit, Izzy!
Can, too!
Belt it, Davey! !
Strike three! !
You're out!
Who taught you battin'?
Your sister?
Take that back!
Simmer down!
The two of you! !
He lept at me!
Ain't my fault he swings at nothing!
Cut it out!
For Petesake, Davey!
A little razzing is part of the game.
Learn to take your lumps or you won't
make it on to the senior team.
Alright, practice is through.
Game tomorrow.
Be at the diamond on time ... who's gonna beat Carmody! ?
We are! !
Davey ... just remember ... Don't swing at every pitch.
Oh, for Petesake.
[♪]
Don't take it so bad, Davey.
You'll show 'em all tomorrow.
[♪]
Merciful providence, Davey.
Do you think you can eat all this?
Keep a ladling 'er on, Mrs. Lynde.
I need all the fuel I can get for today's game.
Well, here you be.
And get that blessed ball glove off my breakfast table.
Godless Yankee-ism.
What an unholy stench!
That stink would just about knock a gull off a garbage scow.
What did you do with those fish you caught on Saturday?
Didn't I say those bottom- feeders weren't fit to eat
and you should bury them?
I did!
Some dog musta dug them up.
Well, where did you put them?
In the compost heap.
You better not have ruined my good compost!
Young man, there will be no baseball for you until you dig
out what's left of those fish out of my compost,
take them down wind and bury them!
But I have to go to a baseball
Davey Keith, I swear by all
providence, you will be the death of me, yet.
[♪]
Whoops.
Davey Keith! !
Sorry ... I'm almost done my job.
You came one inch from beaning my Rhode Island Red,
and now there is glass allover the chicken coop!
Can I still go to the ball game?
It's real important I don't be late and I promise I'll hit you
a home run if I can just go!
You keep your promises to yourself, Davey Keith!
There's no wayan this green earth you're going
to a ball game!
Mrs. Lynde ...
You march right into that hen house and clean
out every splinter and straw!
And you forget all about baseball today!
Did I show you how Becky Lester taught me
how to mesmorize a chicken?
You just point at her beak, and when she's looking at the tip of
your finger, you turn it real slow, like this ...
It worked for Becky.
Cheer up, would you?
Look, I'll help you clean out the coop..
Dora, would you do it for me?
I'll do your chores for a week.
You promise me?
I promised and I swear by the blood of a thousand deaths!
Don't be so disgusting.
Here.
Just go.
[♪]
Come on team!
You can do it!
Easy out!
[♪]
Davey, behind you!
[♪]
Good luck, Davey.
Darn your hide, Felix King.
You shoulda sent me in to pinch hit.
I couldn't do that to Davey.
Everybody knows he'll swing at anything.
Time!
No Felix, I promise I'll be careful.
I can do it.
For Petesake, don't swing at every ball.
Let the pitcher walk you.
[♪]
If you ever want to play again, Davey, you do as you're told!
Davey Keith! !
[♪]
Go to second!
Go to second! !
[♪]
RUN!
[♪]
Home!
Go home!
[♪]
SAFE!
[cheering]
Davey!
What a boy!
[cheering]
You can't stay angry with them for long.
Ah, Hetty, sometimes little boys learn best
from hard lessons and experience.
That is if they survive the lesson.
.. Look!
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Cluck!
Gracious providence!
You boys get down from there this instant!
If I have to come up.
We're not hurting anything.
Wiley!
Davey!
Down!
Rachel!
Merciful ... Rachel!
Fetch Dr. Snow!
Quickly!
Stand back!
Stand back, the bunch of you.
Stand back!
Rachel, Rachel.
Get a blanket from inside ...
Rachel ...
[♪]
She's suffered a stroke.
A stroke ...
The severity of it I can't completely gauge.
I'll check on her again in the morning.
Doctor, will she ... is she likely to improve?
Again, it's too soon to tell.
with complete rest, many patients recover most if not all
of their normal function.
Others ... Watch her very closely during
these next critical hours ...
I would stay but I must see to Mrs. Kelsey's new baby.
I will not leave her side, I assure you.
I'll show myself out.
Miss King?
If Mrs. Lynde any family, they should be instructed to get here
as soon as possible, just in case, alright?
[♪]
I'm here, Rachel.
I'll not leave your side.
My right arm.
There, there.
Rest easy.
[♪]
I'm sorry Mrs. Lynde.
I didn't mean it.
Please, get better.
[♪]
That's my girl.
Eat up your porridge now.
I've made it nice and thin so it won't choke you.
Salt.
Tastes like wallpaper paste.
Rachel, don't even try.
No, Rachel, don't.
You'll just upset yourself ...
I'm useless.
My right side.
I'm no good.
Good morning, Mrs. Lynde.
Uh ... Aunt Hetty,
I sent that cable from the white Sands yesterday.
This reply came this morning.
It's from your son in Saskatoon, Mrs. Lynde.
Robert?
'DON'T WORRY. STOP.
ARRIVING TRAIN, WEDNESDAY NEXT. STOP.
WILL TAKE YOU IN. STOP. PLEASE BE READY. STOP.
PACK LIGHT. STOP.'
You see.
There's nothing to worry about.
Robert's a good son, Rachel.
And you like that girl he married, don't you?
Lovely little thing - what was her name -
from over by Summerside.
You'll get to see your grandchildren ...
Don't Rachel . . .
there's nothing to cry about.
Saskatoon ... the other end of the world.
It will work out.
Just you wait.
You'll be fine.
I'm sure of it ...
Thank you Felix.
Now you two, I think you'd best understand Mrs. Lynde's illness
is very serious.
She isn't gonna live, is she ...
Davey Keith, what a thing to say.
Of course she'll live.
And she'll get better too, you mark my words.
She needs time is all, how much time, no one knows really.
At any rate, her son, Robert, is coming here soon to take you
all back to live with him out there in the western territory.
Saskatoon, it's called.
Out west?
You mean, we're gonna be roughing it on the range with
cowboys and the like?
No doubt there will be all manner of wild goings-on,
Davey Keith.
You're sure to fit in just fine.
Yah - HOO !
Mr. Robert Lynde will be arriving in precisely
one week's time ... but until he does, I am in charge.
Now what you need, what children need is a firm schedule and to
that end ... I have prepared a roster of household chores one
for each of you.
You're making me do housework?
Mr. Harrison does work around Green Gables, why not you?
Why should Dora get stuck with all the drudgery?
It cant serve this world to produce yet another man who
needs waiting on hand and foot.
Chores are chores, my boy, and what wants doing ...
will be done.
Whaddya think Saskatoon will be like?
I don't know.
Different.
Maybe I can learn to ride my own horse and shoot a six-gun.
That's only in stories Davey.
Saskatoon's a city.
It has a railroad.
I'm gonna miss Avonlea.
Won't you?
I guess.
But at least we'll be together.
And we can take care of Mrs. Lynde.
I know.
Don't worry, Dora.
Everything will turn out all right.
You'll see.
[♪]
You excited about going west, Davey?
I'll say.
No offense, but your Aunt Hetty is a slave driver.
Well here we are at Green Gables.
There they are ... Are you the fella that's taking us out west
to be cowboys?
Robert, you probably haven't met your mother's wards.
This is Davey Keith and his sister Dora.
Marilla Cuthbert's wards ya mean.
Well, maybe we should go inside?
Felix, why don't you stay outside with the children?
C'mon Davey, let's go we'll bat a few around the back yard.
My things ... Fine china.
That's right, Rachel.
And don't you worry, we're packaging it up properly.
Rachel, a few items to remind you of home,
I understand, but this?
Oh, Momma ...
We think she's doing very well, Robert.
Oh yes, very well.
What's all this?
Oh, your mother wanted a few things with her ...
mementos really.
We haven't got the room.
We've a small place in Saskatoon, and you already have
four grandchildren and a fifth on the way ...
I knew about the children, sure, but I never dreamed you
expected us to take them in, too.
I thought there was some relation - an uncle?
Oh, Robert ...
Davey and Dora's uncle has never shown the
slightest interest in them.
Leave the children ... ?
Robert ...
Mum ... please.
How can I ask Eileen to tend Mother and two kids more?
No, Robert.
We see your bind.
What about Billy, then?
Billy's a single man, for heavensakes, living in the
warden's quarters at the jail.
He can't take mother and two kids to live in a prison.
There must be something we can do ... wait a minute.
Maybe Rachel and the children don't need to leave at all?
Perhaps they could stay?
We could ... well, somehow ...
You'll have to think of something else
to do with these kids.
I'll take the children, Rachel.
Of course I will.
Don't give it another thought.
I'll take care of them.
Same as you would.
I swear to you, I will.
Oh, Hetty King ...
[♪]
I'll get better and I'll come back to you.
Understand?
[♪]
You promise me, don't ya?
You promise me! ?
Davey, come along, now.
She's not coming back.
[♪]
Dora, sit down and be careful with that.
Yes, Miss King.
Here you are Davey.
A nice bowl of chocolate pudding.
Davey, chocolate's your favourite.
Well nevermind, perhaps you'll want it later?
No, I won't!
I'll never want it!
Just leave me alone!
Eat up child.
[♪]
Dora!
You're like a shadow.
You needn't follow me so closely dear.
Just sit yourself down and we'll have a nice bite to eat,
shall we?
Davey?
Come on, join us for a sandwich and a glass of lemonade.
If it's all the same to you, Miss King,
I'd rather take my sandwich and eat it elsewhere.
Elsewhere?
How do you mean?
Go off on a picnic?
I'd just rather be on my own.
Help yourself then.
[♪]
Davey, my what a good job you've done.
Alright children, listen up.
A postcard arrived for you.
From out west.
From Mrs. Lynde?
What's the picture?
Broncho busters?
Not exactly ... no.
The Knox Presbyterian church, Saskatoon?
'Dear Children: Feeling better.
Hope you are behaving for Miss King ... Rachel.
Davey? Aren't you happy to hear from Mrs. Lynde?
That's not her hand writing.
She didn't write this.
Oh ... well, someone must have written it for her then ...
her son, Robert probably.
She isn't getting better.
It's a lie.
Now Davey, these things take time, you know.
They'd never have written it if it weren't true.
I've gotta go split some more kindling.
Wait, I think you've done quite enough work for one day.
What would you say to a rousing game of checkers'?
Hmm?
That'd be fun, wouldn't it?
No, thanks.
I'd rather go finish my chores.
I'll play with you.
I'm sure you will, dear.
There you are.
Hello, Montgomery.
I've an idea, Dora, why don't you take young Montgomery
here and help out Mrs. Dale by keeping an eye on him?
Take him around the back of the house and play.
Watch him closely now.
That a girl.
Thank you, Dora.
Heavens to Molly I'm at my wits end.
Oh now, Hetty ... her clinginess will pass.
It's not Dora I'm worried about.
I'd give my right limb to have ten minutes alone to myself.
.. No, it's the boy that concerns me.
Davey?
He's so quiet around me, Olivia.
Not himself at all ... he won't say boo to a goose.
Oh Hetty.
Children have moods, just as adults do.
I know about children's moods, Janet.
This is quite different.
I worry about the boy.
The boy worries me.
He won't look me in the eye.
He won't stay in the same room with me.
He spends every waking moment alone, he does.
Hetty don't make something out of nothing.
No Hetty, I'm sure he just has to settle into Rose Cottage.
And he has to get used to you too, Hetty.
I'm sure that's all it is.
Oh yes.
My goodness.
Want to talk about moods: let's talk about Felicity ...
Now Janet.
She's improved.
Davey - I just made up my bed.
You're getting it all wrinkled.
So what.
Afraid of what Miss King'll say?
Why can't you be nice to Miss King?
I think she's all right.
Bully for you.
Davey - what do you think would happen to us if Miss King
turned us out?
We'd be fine, Dora.
Nobody to worry us and we wouldn't have to bother about
anybody else.
There'd be just the two of us.
I don't want us to be alone, Davey.
Land sakes, child, I practically stepped on you.
I'm sorry Miss King.
Dora, what is it, what's the matter?
Come on, sit down.
Look child.
You're perfectly welcome to stay here, as long as you like.
Yes, ma'am.
I just need to make sure.
Of what?
That you'll be here too.
Of course I'll be here.
Rose Cottage is my home.
And now it's your home, too.
That's what Marilla said about Green Gables,
and Mrs. Lynde . . .
It's not been easy for you child, not for Davey.
One thing is for certain,
Avonlea will always be home to you.
Do you understand that?
I think so, Miss King.
Nobody will send us away.
No, no one.
Not ever.
[♪]
Hey!
Hey, Wiley!
Where'd you get that rain barrel?
What's it to ya?
You better not have snitched it off Green Gables!
Shove off.
We're not hurtin' nothing...
It doesn't belong to you!
Davey, don't be such a lame duck.
Yeah, you don't live there no more,
why should you give a care?
Besides, Davey-boy, we're gonna have a bit of fun.
Come on, we're playing daredevil.
You're right.
Why should I care a nickel about Green Gables, anymore?
[♪]
So who is gonna be the dare devil?
Not me ...
I'll do it. I'm not afraid of anything.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
The Avonlea daredevil ...
Davey Keith!
[screaming]
[♪]
Davey!
What on earth?
Are you alright?
Ow!
My wrist Let me see - what have you been up to?
Goodness gracious, lie quiet ...
A goose egg and a mild sprain.
You're a lucky young fella.
You might have given yourself a concussion.
Luck? Whatever possessed you? You could've broken your neck!
All done.
And from now on, you stay out of barrels ...
at least moving ones.
Better yet, stay out of trouble altogether.
You're going to have to straighten him out, Hetty.
[♪]
Gorgeous day, Mr. Campbell.
Aye, that it is, Alec King.
You know, I've been meaning to talk to you, Wellington,
about this old fence.
Some of these rails are worse for wear.
Maybe we should consider replacing the whole thing
with a good wire fence.
Do you not think it'll see us through another season?
Maybe ...
I notice you got yourself a fine new animal.
Shipped in all the way from Cape Breton at some cost but she's
worth every nickel and dime.
She's a beautiful beast, alright.
Will you be showing her at the exhibition?
Bah!
In these paltry, flea-bit local fairs?
No Alec, Dorthea is destined for greater things.
She will be my 'Eve' ... mother to a herd of champions.
So, tell me, have you picked out an 'Adam' for your Dorthea?
[bag pipes]
Good lord!
Gurney MacDonald.
All the way from Carmody?
Mr. campbell, I never thought I'd see the day you'd be
fraternizing with the MacDonalds.
We can carry out a civilized business transaction.
Campbell.
MacDonald.
Hetty?
What on earth are you doing here?
You might say I'm monitoring my investment.
Gurney here required some operating capital.
So now I am now ten percent owner of
'Bruce the Brute of Lock Linnhe.'
Allow me to present, Bruce, whose awe-inspiring virility
has earned him the nickname, 'Sire of the Isle'.
Behold, a bull among bulls.
And legend of P.E. Island!
Well, the proof, as they say, Is in the pairing.
Well, after all, he did have a long walk.
[bag pipes]
Will this Roast beef Romeo ever get to his hooves and do his
bully duty by my poor Dorthea!
I cannot understand it.
Generally a rousing chorus of 'Scotland The Brave' is all it
takes to stir the blood of Bruce the Brute.
Perhaps another reprise.
Now Gurney please, we love the pipes we do,
but everything in moderation.
I should have known better than to trust a MacDonald.
Campbell, you're not about to heap this shame on the
MacDonalds, too?
We can hardly be held responsible!
Then make your bull behave like a bull!
It's no fault of Bruce's!
Who could love that! ?
Quiet!
I cannot claim to be an expert on bovine bliss, but I swear
there is not a beast in God's kingdom that could rouse itself
to amour amidst all this racket!
Has neither of you have a clue about romance?
[♪]
Your swing has improved now that your wrist is better.
Listen, stay clear of Bruce there.
I think Aunt Hetty bought ten percent of a lost cause.
Then me and Bruce have a lot in common.
See you next practice, Thursday.
Bruce?
Hey Bruce!
You alive?
Bru-u-u- uce!
Here, Brucie-Bruce!
Not much to you.
Some bull.
Some brute.
Listen, I'm corning over this fence to take the short cut to
Rose Cottage, and I don't really care what you think about it.
[♪]
Oh-oh ... Holy doodle!
[♪]
It took me an hour to wrangle Bruce back into the pen!
Your foolishness could have had very serious consequences.
You endangered yourself; you endangered our livestock.
Aye, that Bruce is an expensive animal.
Worth his weight in glue.
Around here, we all work very hard for our livelihoods.
Too hard to have it jeopardized by such a reckless stunt.
Why would you do such a thing?
Don't you have anything to say for yourself?
I'm a tolerant man, Davey, but this time
you have gone too far . . .
you are going to learn what hard work is all about.
Am I understood?
Go on.
And wait for me outside.
The lad's a terror, Hetty, to be sure.
Ye must take him in hand.
I won't.
If only I knew what to do with him.
As much as I want to keep my promise to Rachel ... maybe ."
maybe, I'm not the right person to look after Davey.
Hetty ... what would become of those children
if you gave them up?
Oh.
My back aches.
Job's still gotta be done, Davey.
This is dumb.
There's a bazillion rocks in this field.
A little less chatter, Master Keith.
A good day's work, and maybe you'll be too tired to get in
your usual shenanigans.
Poor you shut up in a barn ... with nobody to care for you.
I got you a lot of trouble, didn't I, Bruce?
Betcha want to be out roaming the pastures a free bull.
Don't you?
We gotta be friends, not enemies.
I'm sorry that it's come to this.
I'm tired of being humiliated by this stubborn old bag of bones.
He's reached the end of his tether.
You'll apologize to your sister.
She'll get a pair of shoes for her ten percent.
Come on, Bruce.
You're good for nothing but boot leather, now.
We're takin' a trip to the tannery.
The tannery ...
If you can help me get him out on to my wagon, Alec
Wait, don't!
It's all my fault that Bruce got in trouble ...
and if anybody's gonna be punished, it should be me.
He's had a good long life, Davey.
He's outlived his usefulness.
He's been a good bull all these years ... and this his reward?
Why do you have to take him away?
[♪]
Why is it that every friend I ever have, is taken away! ?
Now wait up ...
None of this is Bruce's fault!
Fault has nothing to do with it, Davey.
It's just the way life is ... sometimes you don't bring
hardship on yourself, sometimes it just comes.
You don't know a thing about it!
Davey, look, you've had your share of trouble, but that's not
your fault, either.
It's not your fault that Mrs. Lynde had her stroke . . .
Nobody blames you, Davey.
[♪]
Davey, look.
Go Bas!
Off with you.
You win, Laddie.
An' you got Alec King to thank for it.
If you're set on buyin' him, I won't argue.
It's sure old Bruce has earned some dignity
and rest in his dotage.
Well, you're partners wi' your sister now, Alec and good luck
to ya.
You'll need it.
You bought Bruce the Brute? !
You see they take good care of my Bruce now, lad.
I will.
What's Aunt Hetty gonna say?
Quite a lot, I imagine.
But I'm pretty sure once she understands the circumstances,
she'll feel the same way Davey does about Bruce's retirement.
Now Davey, what about you?
While I've got my scissors limbered up here -
Clean up the front a little, before it gets in your eyes?
Clean up the back?
There we go.
My goodness.
Felix used to have hair like this ... baby still.
I don't mind having my hair cut.
I kinda like it.
Sometimes, Mrs. Lynde used to tug at the comb a bit
but that's not her fault.
I got some unholy things stuck in it.
Marilla was always real gentle.
Hey, Davey, I hear there's gonna be fireworks
at the ball diamond, tonight.
Miss King probably won't let me go.
Hetty's not an ogre.
You should give her a chance.
You've been cared for by quite a number of different people.
Haven't you, Davey.
I guess.
Where's Miss King?
She went to a church meeting.
She said we'd be having supper late.
What are you writing?
A letter to Mrs. Lynde.
Dear Mrs. Lynde, Davey and I are now settled at Rose Cottage.
It was hard at first, everything was so new, and we felt awful
about you being sick.
But Miss King says that Avonlea is our home, no matter if it's
at Green Gables or Rose Cottage, and we'll be right here
when you come back, which we hope is soon.
We miss you and hope you are feeling better.
Want to sign it Davey?
You know, Davey.
I think we're kind of lucky to have so many people wanting to
take care of us.
I know.
Miss King isn't a bad sort.
I just miss Mrs. Lynde, and Green Gables.
I want everything to stay the same.
That's all right Davey.
Miss King understands.
Really she does.
Maybe we should do something nice for her?
Like what?
We'll get supper?
Ourselves?
You know how to make pancakes.
That's all.
She's got recipe books!
How hard can it be?
[♪]
Here.
Davey!
Miss King, please don't be upset about the kitchen.
Won't you come in Miss King?
We made supper.
Yes, so I see.
Thank you, thank you ... thank you.
[♪]
My ... good ... Chewy ...
[♪]
I hope Mrs. Lynde gets better soon.
Me, too.
So do I.
But I think we're going to be alright.
I think we're going to be just fine.