World Masterpiece Theater
SILVER ZERO SUBS
Child Welfare Culture Award Winner
http://silverzerosubs.blogspot.com/
Edited by JPET
Theme song "To hear the words of a song" Lyrics - Kishida Eriko Composed and Arranged - Miyoshi Akira
Kikoeru kashira
Do you hear? Hooves beating
Original story by Lucy Maud Montgomery
AKAGE NO ANNE
Hizume no oto
A carriage glides over the gentle hills
Yuruyakana oka wo nutte
Kaketekuru basha
It lifts me up, It lifts me up
Mukae ni kuru no mukae ni kuru no ne
And it takes me
Dare ka ga
Watashi wo tsureteyuku no ne
Shiroi hana no michi he
To the avenue with white flowers
To where the wind comes from
Kaze no furusato he
It takes me
Tsureteyuku no ne
It takes me.
Tsureteyuku no ne
Nippon Animation
Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprised
In the month of June, during the 19th century,
on a boat in Canadian waters heading towards Prince Edward Island
a red-haired girl
prepares for her new life with a hopeful heart.
The story takes place on this island (Prince Edward Island)
when an elderly man and his sister in "Green Gables"
decide to adopt a young boy.
The older brother Matthew Cuthbert is neatly attired
driving the carriage to Bright River Station
to pick up the adopted boy.
Matthew gets uncomfortable around strangers,
especially around women and girls!
This is the reason he has been a bachelor for over sixty years.
Similarly, Matthew's sister Marilla is a spinster,
assisting her brother to mantain Green Gables.
They live a peacefully life.
Marilla is working hard to prepare for the adopted boy's arrival.
When Mrs. Rachel Lynde saw Matthew's carriage passing by
she ran up to Green Gables to ask Marilla what was happening.
What? Adopting a young boy?!
Yes, that's right, Rachel!
But Marilla, what on earth put such a notion into your head?
You never mentioned anything to me before about this!
Rachel, we've been thinking about it for some time.
Ever since last christmas when we knew
Mrs. Spencer was to adopt a girl from the orphan asylum.
But have you need for this?
You are both already advanced in age.
Rachel, that is precisely the reason!
Matthew is getting on in years, you know.
So if we adopted a teenage boy,
not only can he help with brother's work,
we can also give him the warmth and proper education of a home.
Will he arrive today?
Yes.
We have gotten Mrs. Spencer's telegram notice.
The train is arriving.
Bright River!
Stationmaster...
Then wait patiently here for someone to fetch you!
Yes, Mrs. Spencer!
Mrs. Spencer, thank you!
Lily stay well!
Goodbye, and be a good girl!
Well, Marilla, I'll just tell you plain...
I think you're doing a mighty foolish thing, that's what.
You're bringing a strange child into your house and you don't know a single thing about him.
I worry about that too.
But Mrs. Spencer is a reliable person
and my brother felt warmly on this matter.
But don't you let your guard down.
I heard of a case over in New Brunswick,
where an orphan asylum child put strychnine in the well
and the whole family died in dreadful agony.
Only, in that instance, it was a girl.
Well, we're not getting a girl.
I'd never dream of taking a girl.
It really does seem as if I must be dreaming.
Well, I'm sorry for that poor young one and no mistake.
Marilla and Matthew don't know anything about children...
but are adopting one.
The five-thirty train...
You must be Mr. Cuthbert!
How late you are...
The five-thirty train has been in and gone half an hour ago.
I cannot return home for dinner because I needed to wait for your arrival!
T-then...
Your guest has been waiting for you.
Look, she's sitting out there on the shingles.
I asked her to go into the ladies' waiting room,
but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside.
There was more scope for imagination, she said.
She's a case, I should say.
A girl? You must be mistaken!
I'm not expecting a girl!
Actually, Mrs Spencer...
That's right. Shes the one Mrs. Spencer asked me to take care of.
I don't understand... It's a boy I've come for.
Guess there's some mistake,
you'd better question the girl.
Maybe they were out of boys of the brand you wanted.
I dare say she'll be able to explain.
I have something else on!
Please wait, I...
I suppose you are Mr. Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables?
It really was you. I'm very glad to see you.
I was beginning to be afraid you weren't coming for me,
and I was imagining all the things that might have happened to prevent you.
I had made up my mind that if you didn't come for me tonight,
I'd go down to that big wild cherry-tree and climb up into it to stay all night.
I wouldn't be a bit afraid,
and it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white
with bloom in the moonshine, don't you think?
You could imagine you were dwelling in marble halls.
I was quite sure you would come for me in the morning
if you didn't tonight.
I'm sorry I was late,
give me your bag.
Oh, I can carry it.
I've got all my worldly goods in it, but it isn't heavy.
And if it isn't carried in just a certain way the handle pulls out.
Look!
That's why I'd better keep it because I know the exact knack of it.
This way?
Oh, I'm very glad you've come...
Even if it would have been nice to sleep in a wild cherry-tree.
But thank you anyway.
We've got to drive a long piece, haven't we?
I'm glad because I love driving.
Oh, it seems so wonderful that I'm going to live with you...
and belong to you.
I've never belonged to anybody,
not really.
Is that the one?
I dislike the orphan asylum.
It's terrible there...
because there is so little scope for the imagination.
Only just in the other orphans.
To imagine that perhaps the girl who sat next to you was really the daughter of a
belted earl, who had been stolen away from her parents in her infancy by a cruel nurse
who died before she could confess.
It was pretty interesting to imagine things about them.
I used to lie awake at nights and imagine
things like that, because I didn't have time in the day.
I guess that's why I'm so thin. I am dreadful thin, ain't I?
There isn't a pick on my bones.
I do love to imagine I'm nice and plump, with dimples in my elbows.
Can we set off?
Yes! Please.
I will make myself look like a lady.
Let's go!
The girl didn´t seem to need to rest, so she kept talking in the journey.
And Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself.
He had never expected to enjoy the company of a little girl.
What does make the roads red?
Well now, I dunno.
It's all right. That is one of the things to find out sometime.
It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything...
There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?
Am I talking too much?
Would you rather I didn't talk?
If you say so I'll stop.
I can stop when I put my mind to it...
although it's difficult.
Oh, you can talk as much as you like. I don't mind.
Oh, I'm so glad.
I know you and I are going to get along together fine.
I'm always told that children should be seen and not heard.
And people laugh at me because I use big words.
But if you have big ideas you have to
use big words to express them, haven't you?
Well now, that seems reasonable.
Mrs. Spencer said your place was named Green Gables.
I asked her all about it. And she said there were trees all around it.
I was happier than ever. I just love trees.
There were only a few poor trees in the asylum with little whitewashed
cagey things about them. They just looked like orphans themselves.
I used to say to them...
Oh, you poor little things!
If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all around you
had little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook
not far away and birds singing in your branches, you could grow.
I felt sorry to leave them behind this morning.
Is there a brook anywhere near Green Gables?
I forgot to ask Mrs. Spencer that.
Well now, yes, there's one, right below the house.
Fancy.
It's always been one of my dreams to live near a brook.
I never expected I would, though.
But now my dream has come true.
Just now I feel pretty nearly, perfectly happy.
I can't feel perfectly happy because...
Well, what colour would you call this?
It's red, ain't it?
Yes, it's red...
Now you see why I can't be perfectly happy.
I don't mind the other things, the freckles and the green eyes and my skinniness.
I can imagine them away.
I can imagine that I have a beautiful
rose-leaf complexion and lovely starry violet eyes.
But I cannot imagine that red hair away.
I think to myself...
Now my hair is a glorious black, black as the raven's wing.
But all the time I know it is just plain red
and it breaks my heart.
It will be my lifelong sorrow.
I read of a girl once in a novel who had a lifelong sorrow,
but it wasn't red hair.
Her hair was pure gold rippling back from her alabaster brow.
Oh, Mr. Cuthbert! Mr. Cuthbert!! Mr. Cuthbert!!!
I guess you're feeling pretty tired and hungry?
But we haven't very far to go now, only another mile.
Oh, Mr. Cuthbert...
that place we came through, that white place, what was it?
Well now, you must mean the Avenue?
It is a kind of pretty place.
Pretty? Oh, pretty doesn't seem the right word to use.
Nor beautiful, either. They don't go far enough.
Oh, it was wonderful!!
It just satisfies me here, it made a pleasant ache...
Did you ever have an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?
Well now, I just can't recollect that I ever had.
I have it lots of time!
Whenever I see anything royally beautiful.
But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue.
I know, why not call it the "White Way of Delight"?
Isn't that a nice imaginative name?
White Way of Delight?
When I don't like the name of a place or a person,
I always imagine a new one and always think of them so.
Mr. Cuthbert, you can call that, the White Way of Delight next time too!
Have we really only another mile to go before we get home?
Well now, yes, just about one more mile!
I'm glad and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry because this drive has been so pleasant,
and I'm always sorry when pleasant things end.
Something still pleasanter may come after
but you can never be sure. And it's so often the case that it isn't pleasanter.
That has been my experience anyhow.
But I'm glad to think of getting home.
You see, I've never had a real home since I can remember.
It gives me that pleasant ache again just to think of coming to a really truly home.
Matthew begins to sober up.
He wishes time could stop
so the girl could never find out the truth.
The girl knows not his inner turmoil
and basks dreamily in the sunset scene.
After the beautiful lake, Matthew finally arrives at Green Gables.
Next episode: Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised.
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[Sub Styler Cyber Zero]
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Producer Motohashi Koichi
Translator
Cyber Zero Silver Dragoon
Production Management
Takakuwa Mitsuru
Planning
Satou Shouji
Timer
Cyber Zero Silver Dragoon
Quality Checker
Cyber Zero Silver Dragoon
Opening translator
M-432
Screenplay
Chiba Shigeki
Takahata Isao
"I won't dream"
Lyrics - Kishida Eriko
Composed and Arranged - Miyoshi Akira
Music Mouri Kuroudo
Hashittemo hashittemo
Layout
Miyazaki Hayao
Scene Composition
Owaranai hana no nami
Mizuumi ha tooku
Animation Director
Kondou Yoshifumi
Character Design
Moeru kumo ha motto tooku
Art Director
Ioka Masahiro
Photographic Supervision
Kuroki Keishichi
Audio Supervision
Urakami Yasuo
Animation Supervision
Maeda Hidemi
Theme song and background music
Lyrics
Kishida Eriko
Composition
Miyoshi Akira
Singer
Oowada Ritsuko
Performer's Voices
Anne
Yamada Eiko
Marilla
Kitahara Fumie
Matthew
Saikachi Ryuuji
Performer's Voices
Mrs Lynde
Asou Miyoko
Mrs Spencer
Tsuboi Akiki
Station Master
Shiomi Ryuusuke
Narrator
Hazama Michio
Animation
Shinohara Masako
Tomizawa Nobuo
Shinkawa Nobumasa
O-Production
Murata Kouichi
Saida Shunji
Tomonaga Kazuhide
Hana no naka de ichinichiha owaru
Finishing Inspection
Koyama Akiko
Backgrounds
Studio Aqua
Shigeo Nishihara
Paint
Studio Robin
Photography
Trans Arts
Hagiwara Ryou
Samenai yume mitai ni
Editing
Seyama Takeshi
Sound Effects
Matsuda Akihiko
Sound Arrangement
Nakatokawa Tsugio
Audio Studio
AVACO Studio
Development
Eastern Development Lab.
Production Assistant
Baba Ken'ichi
Production Desk
Masuko Soujirou
Production Assistant
Terai Seibun
Samenai yume mitai ni
Producer
Nakajiima Juunzou
Endou Shigeo
Production
Takahata Isao
Produced by Nippon Animation
Fuji Terebi Bessho Takaharu