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You get used to it when you've been out East a bit.

Cholera, the Plague, strikes white men and native.

Men, women and children, they die by the thousands, the cholera makes no distinction.

For a long while nobody knows who's dead and who got away to the hills.

Nobody knows but the vultures, circling, waiting.

Mostly this is what you have afterward, an empty place with no breathing soul.

It's not England, Barney. I venture to say that you'll get used to it.

- You haven't been here long enough. - I have.

Sadee and her husband, no children identified.

I had tea on this verandah once

John Lennox, Mrs John Lennox.

If I've been a Captain or better they have asked me again.

Remember Barney I told you the cholera makes no distinction.

- Who are you? - I might ask Miss, who are you?

My name is Mary Lennox and you haven't answered my question.

Where's my servant? Where's cook?

Sadee said my servant was ill and then Sadee never came back.

- Are you a relative of the Lennox's? - I told you my name was Mary Lennox.

My father is Mr John Lennox and my mother is Mrs John.

They went away, they're always going away.

Your servants, some of your servants became very ill.

They, they died.

The others were frightened, they ran away to the hills.

I knew it, I knew they didn't all die.

Mother is right, she says you can't trust natives.

She ran away, didn't I tell you.

He's a silly looking man, isn't he?

With a silly looking hat.

- They was identified sir. - Well, be certain.

- Mr & Mrs John Lennox. - Check it again.

They died at the hospital sir, no mistake.

- What's up sir? What's in there? - Their little girl.

I never knew they had any children.

- Who's he? - He's my orderly, his name is Barney.

Why does he look so funny?

You need to stand up, you're an officer, aren't you?

You better stand

I'm not supposed to be in here at all you know

if Mama should catch me, oh...

You never come in here Mary?

Of course not, children aren't permitted in the front of the house.

- Don't you know anything? - I came here once.

- I didn't see you, is that why? - Of course it's why.

She'll never see those,

I never even knew Mrs Lennox had a little girl.

- Has she any more children? - No, well can't you see

- I'm the only one here in the house. - Oh, I meant home in England perhaps?

Have you a grandmother? Somebody else home in England?

Haven't you any aunts or uncles?

What's wrong with that man?

He's a common soldier, he should be standing at attention.

- Barney... - Yes sir?

- He looks funny. - Never mind about Barney.

There's something I got to tell you.

I shan't be very good at it. So you'll, you'll have to forgive me.

You see, I knew your mother. She was a very beautiful woman.

I knew your father too, he was fine man.

But, what I'm trying to say is. You must trust me.

- They're dead too. - Please...

Mama didn't go away, she died.

- I know how you loved her. - Stop talking.

- I know how she must've loved you. - Stop talking about her, she's dead.

And who's going to take care of me.

This is good of you Nurse.

Looking after so many of them the whole long voyage to England.

Oh, they looked after themselves they became great friends.

Poor things, all of them orphans.

Say goodbye Muriel darling.

- Goodbye Muriel. - Bye Goodbye, bye...

Her Grandmother hasn't got any money, I heard Nurse say so.

I hope my aunt is half a nice as Muriel's grandmother.

Your Aunt probably hasn't got any money either

I'm going to live with my uncle in a great house in Yorkshire.

It has a hundred rooms.

And I shall have acres and acres of gardens and a great many servants.

My uncle is Mr. Archibald Craven and he has a great deal of money.

- Your uncle is a hunchback. - He's Not.

- He is, he is, he is. - He isn't, he isn't.

- I heard Nurse say so. - I'll cut out your gizzard.

No, not just as we saying goodbye.

- Can I help you? - These are the orphans from India I presume.

- Which one is Mary Lennox? - Are you Mrs Medlock?

- Yes. - This one.

Unattractive, isn't she?

Oh, I wouldn't say that Mrs Medlock, it's just her manner.

I'm your uncle's housekeeper. We a long journey, come along.

Have you no luggage?

Unattractive, I call her.

Oh God.

Children, children.

Mrs Medlock, are we crossing the moors?

A bad night Mrs Medlock.

Bad indeed Charles, a long and nasty journey.

- Is Mr Pitcher about? - Yes ma'am.

Fetch him, will you?

Wait here a minute child.

Good evening Madam.

Something amiss?

Oh, no sir, it's just the children on the boat said that you are a hunchback.

- He doesn't want to see her. - So long as I know what's expected of me.

What's expected of you Mrs Medlock is that he doesn't see what he doesn't want to see.

- Well and good Mr Pitcher? - He's leaving for London late tomorrow.

Her rooms are ready.

Good night Miss Mary.

Come along.

- Why I thought he was my uncle. - Mr Pitcher?

He's just Mr Craven's man, rules the roost like the high and mighty I might add..

No better than me.

Well?

What's down there? The hundred rooms?

Never you mind what's down there, come along.

Here's where you play, there's where you sleep.

You might have a bright word. Tore out everything for you, he did.

Painting, furnishing, trips to London for clothes and such.

I had my hands full, I can tell you.

You might say, you're thankful.

What's down that hall?

Now let things be understood, you play here and you sleep there.

Down the stairs on the right is the kitchen and the outdoors.

All that you're welcome .but don't you go poking about the house.

Why didn't my uncle want to see me?

I came all the way from India and his lights on.

And is the queerest house I ever seen in all my life and he doesn't want to see me.

- Well, you might say he's the queer one. - Well, I don't want to see him.

You're a queer one too.

I heard somebody crying.

- I told you, no gadding about the house. - I wasn't gadding about.

I heard somebody crying, I'm sure I heard somebody crying.

The wind off the moors, withering around the house.

And you talk about someone crying, good night.

- Hey, that awake? - Who are you?

Why, I'm Martha.

- What does thy think of thy room? - I hate it.

What's so funny?

Well, if you don't like it then look out a window.

- Look at the moors. - I hate them.

Why you non seen them yet.

Don't say that because they're bare and lonely with the winter time.

You wait until it's spring and summer...

and the gorse and the heather smelling high with honey and the Skylarks making noises.

- What kind of language are you talking? - Yorkshire Miss.

Whom Mrs Medlock she say I'll be a servant ever what with Yorkshire...

drooling from my tongue like rancid butter.

Rancid butter.

Say but the good Lord knows, I'll never speak a proper language.

Are you my servant?

Well there aye, you might say I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant and then...

then you might say that Mrs. Medlock's. Mr. Craven's servant and thee are...

thy are Mr. Craven's niece, so in a manner of speaking I'm thy servant.

- Aye. - What's so funny?

I'm always laughing.

- Martha. - In a minute.

- Martha. - In a minute.

Hey, hey that's thin.

My pillow is on the floor, pick it up.

What thy needs is exercise. Fresh air, good food and exercise a plenty.

That's what my mother says will do for the skinniest...

and she should know, my mother, she was raising 10 of us.

I said my pillows on the floor, pick it up.

Oh, pick it up by yourself and have a bit of exercise for start thee.

I want another servant, in India it's the custom for servants to do as they're told.

And she doesn't laugh. My servant never laughs, never.

I hate you..

My uncle doesn't want to see me and nobody will do as I say. I can't go anywhere.

- Dreadful. - Get away from me, go away.

There, there now, there feels strange here and lonely.

After they had thy porridge and got thy self dressed, thy can go out and play.

My brother Dickon will be coming up to see thee.

- Your brother? - Aye, Dickon, thou will like Dickon.

What a wonder he is for growing things and the animals.

Half lives on the moors he does, almost like an animal himself.

My mother told him to go and play with that poor child, she said...

all by herself, up in that great lone house.

That will be a right fond of Dickon.

I never saw such a servant.

Does thoust think I play with thy brother. I mean do you think I play with your brother?

I hate him, I hate him, I hate you.

- Go away. - Aye.

Get thee self dressed.

Wait a minute.

- Aren't you going to dress me? - What?

- Well in India is the custom. - Thy can not dress thyself?

Of course I can, is just...

I do not eat porridge.

- I said I do not eat porridge. - It's breakfast.

I don't want any breakfast Mrs. Medlock, I'm going for a walk in the garden.

Well don't be so cocky about it.

Go away, go away, go away.

That's frightened him.

Now be the most quiet.

- Come on, did she frighten you. - Come on then, Come on.

- Thou must be the one from India. - I'm Mary Lennox.

Aye, I'm Dickon.

My sister Martha swore they be black, at least dark brown.

That's frightened him.

What you doing here? Where did you come from?

I came to the moor place.

I watched you go about the garden.

- There's no way in. - In where?

The Secret Garden.

He locked the gate long years ago.

- Who locked the gate? - The master, Mr Craven. Thy uncle.

- What you know about? - I know what's said.

He locked the gate and buried the key and never a souls been in there since.

I don't believe you.

You know why I don't believe you, because there isn't any gate.

- I looked. - Yeah, so have I.

Come on, come on, come on then.

- You know everything, don't you? - Only what's said.

- Who cares about an old garden, I don't. - Tat's why thee run about it so often?

What were you doing, hiding in the bushes watching me

I came to play with thee.

- My mother said thy might be lonely. - Well, I'm not.

And I don't play with any servant's brother, I never heard of anything so ridiculous.

That can just go home, I mean you can just go home.

Thou must learn not to frighten animals.

My mother sends thee a skipping rope.

- A what? - A skipping rope.

That can play with a skipping rope.

Dickon, I...

Hey, for a young lady that took no porridge for...

breakfast are suddenly making up at tea time.

I'm not hungry I'm just eating.

Give me another biscuit.

The rate thou going thy will soon resemble something lovelier than a slat.

Hey, what's that?

A skipping rope, any fool knows that.

So thy saw Dickon. Did thy ever meet such a lad?

No I haven't.

- So that's what you do with it. - Of course.

Any fool knows that.

You mean to tell me in India, they have no skipping ropes?

Very undignified. Can you hand me another biscuit?

- Aye. - Martha?

Why would someone lock up a garden and bury the key?

- So Dickon told you? - I was just wondering.

How long it's been locked up?

I'm just a servant maid, I have no head for such matters

Martha...

I heard somebody crying last night when I went to bed. I'm sure I heard somebody cry.

It was the scullery maid. Aye it was last night.

Yes, she had a toothache.

What a fearful row.

Mrs. Medlock said it was the wind.

Oh, She did?

Martha, has my uncle left the landing yet.

He leaves tonight Miss, why thou ask?

I'm going to see my uncle. I don't care whether he wants to see me or not.

You'll speak to Mrs. Medlock.

This is the funniest house I ever seen in all my life.

Gardens locked up, rooms you can't go into, people crying and nobody will say anything.

- I'll make my uncle explain things. - Child, thy does not know thy uncle.

Mary.

Mary..

Mary...

Mary?

Martha.

Martha...

You.

- What you doing here, what you want? - I want to go back to my room.

Next time you'll stay where you belong.

Mrs. Medlock, I...

- What was in that room? - Go to bed.

- Where have you been? - No where.

Your uncle wants to see you, he's leaving for London.

- I don't want to see him. - Mary, your uncle wants to see you.

We're keeping him waiting.

Miss Mary sir.

Come closer.

- Closer. - Yes sir.

- I hoped you might be beautiful. - No sir.

You're welcome in this house.

I shall be leaving for London in a few minutes...

I spend as little time here myself as possible, you'll be alone.

You'll find my being away of no great loss to you,

I'm not amusing, I keep to myself. I have my books...

I drink.

I hoped you might be beautiful.

- Is anything particular you want? - No sir.

Is there anything you care to ask me? I shall be gone a long time.

- Yes sir, just... - Just what?

Who's the Lady in the picture?

My wife, she's dead. She died 10 years ago.

This is an excellent house for bitterness, for regret, for anger against the gods.

It's a poor house for children Mary.

But perhaps you're equal to it, I'm not, good night.

One.

One.

Bother...

Hello, I'm Mary Lennox back from India, who are you?

I'm Ben Weatherstaff and I'm the head gardener...

and I come from here about.

- What was thou doing beside the wall? - The wall, what wall?

Oh, I was just skipping rope, I'm always skipping rope.

- Let's see thee skipping. - Oh, I don't feel like it right now.

Mr Weatherstaff, what kind of bird is that?

Him? A Raven.

- Has thee never seen a raven before? - Well, in India we have lots of other birds.

Oh, look at you.

- Why, he likes me. - Thay might say it comes natural.

That and me, we have faces like pickles.

He likes me, he likes thee.

- Does he live on the other side of the wall? - Aye, Perhaps.

Have you ever been on the other side of the wall Mr. Weatherstaff?

Why does that ask?

Oh, I was just wondering, have you?

Perhaps.

- In the old days. - How long it's been locked up?

Ten years, come summer.

- Ten years? - What of that?

Oh, nothing, my uncle just happened to mention.

We're having a little talking and he said that Mrs. Craven...

Gee told thee about it?

Not exactly.

Let him tell thee the rest of it.

Be off, both of thee.

Well, well, good day Mr. Weatherstaff.

Stop following me, go away.

It's alright as long as you don't make yourself so conspicuous.

Bound to be a gate somewhere.

You're disgusting.

Well, I suppose we all have to eat sometimes.

They could've walled-up so there isn't any gate.

Why should he want to do that?

No, I'm not going to look, I saw what you did last time.

I'm not going to help you.

I, I, I was just digging for worms.

- He was hungry. - What's in that pocket?

Oh, oh, my skipping rope, that's all, just my skipping rope.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine...

- You're a ghost. - I'm not at all a ghost.

- Are you? - No I'm Colin Crane and who are you?

- I'm Mary Lennox, Mr. Craven is my uncle. - He's my father.

- Your father? - Right.

So I have a cousin.

But you can't be the one who was making all that noise.

- When? - The night Mr. Craven left for London.

Oh. Oh, yes. That's all, just my skipping rope.

A tantrum? Why that's ridiculous.

- Not at all. - It is.

I had dozens of tantrums and I never made that much noise.

Course not.

Doctor Griddlestone says I have the worst tantrums south of the Scottish border.

It's 85 miles from the Scottish border, I looked it up on the map.

- Well, I never... - You may ask Doctor Griddlestone.

- Why hasn't anyone ever told me about you? - Oh, they're not allowed to talk about me.

Who won't allow it? Your Father?

No, I won't allow it. They've to do what I say.

I don't like to be looked at either.

A lady looked at me she said once...,

said poor child and put her face not that far from mine.

- What did you do? - I barked like a dog and she ran away.

Well I never, all my life...

- Why don't you liked to be looked at? - Because I'm a cripple.

Of course you didn't know.

Yes I'm a cripple as wood, cripple. Don't you hate it?

Well I never really thought about it, I really...

I can't move my legs.

I can't move them an inch.

I'll tell you something else.

I live to grow up, I got a hump on my back.

Horrid isn't it?

- Well, I really... - It's alright, I shan't live to grow up.

How do you know?

Oh everybody says so, even though I'm listening...

I keep my eyes closed so they think I'm sleep.

That's what they say

- I'll never live to grow up. - I don't believe you.

- Well I don't, how does anybody know? - I don't know whether I like you or not.

And I don't believe you're going to get a hump on your back.

- Don't say that. - Well I don't.

If you're going to get one, where's it?

Don't you dare talk like that, sometimes I almost feel it.

Go away. I don't want ever see you again never, never.

No, stay here.

I swear to goodness, I never met anyone like you in all my life.

Didn't you? Honestly?

Doesn't anyone ever come to see you?

Oh, my father. He doesn't like to see me though, he doesn't come very often.

Why doesn't he like to see you?

Oh he knows when I grow up I'll be just like him.

He hates me because I shan't live to grow up. He knows that too.

You know what I think you are? I think you're crazy.

I do, you and your father.

- What was your mother like? - I don't know, died when I was born.

- Then you're ten years old. - How did you know?

- Well, your father said that, well... - What?

Oh nothing, just that she died ten years ago.

Colin, do you know anything about a secret garden?

A garden that's been all locked up and no one is been into for, ten years?

I never go outdoors, I detest going outdoors.

- Well, have you ever heard anyone say... - That's silly.

If there was any such place I made them show it to me.

- But, what happened to your mother? - She was killed.

You're a very dull person.

- Colin, what you mean she was killed? - A tree fell down or a limb or something.

It's an accident, that's her over there.

Pull the curtain.

Beautiful isn't she?

Have you ever seen anyone so strong looking?

That's enough, close the curtains.

People must do as I say, I said close the curtains.

- Don't you want to look at her? - No, I hate her.

- You're shocked because I hate my mother. - I am not.

No? Most people are shocked. After all she was my mother and she's dead.

- What's that? I hate mine. - Really?

She never let anyone see me because I wasn't pretty.

You needn't think hating your mother is so special.

So wicked for you, after all your mother isn't dead.

- Oh yes, she is. - She is? Really?

You must tell me about yourself someday.

- Well... - Not now.

Colin, Colin you don't know where it was that your mother was killed?

You act as if you know something that I don't.

I don't like people who know things I don't know.

I don't like secrets.

It was somewhere on the grounds, that's all I know

I'm sleepy, you may come and play with me tomorrow.

You know what you remind me off? A young Rajah.

A Rajah?

That's a kind of king, isn't it? In India.

I like that, a Rajah.

- What you say your name is? - Mary.

You may sing me to sleep Mary.

It's strange song, I must ask you about it some day.

- Are you Dickon's mother? - I am, thou must be Mary Lennox.

Oh, thank you so much for the skipping rope, Mrs. Sowerby.

Do you think if I spoke to Dickon, Dickon would speak to me?

Thou might try and see. He's caring for the little one.

- Oh, what's that? - A fox cub, his name is Captain.

- Is now you're still angry with me? - When was I ever angry with thee?

Oh, good.

Well Dickon, I got so many secrets, I'm dying, I'm just dying.

They're seems most healthy

I don't mean that kind of dying, it's just that.

Oh Dickon, I need you terribly, terribly...

All you have to do is listen to me.

What good is a secret if there's no to tell it to.

- First you must swear. - I swear.

- Oh good, there's a secret boy you know. - A what?

A secret boy, he lives in one of those hundred rooms.

Nobody ever gets to see him, he's 10 years old and he doesn't go anywhere.

And he's Mr. Craven's son

Colin, the one that can't walk.

Well, I thought it was a secret.

Well Mary, I never seen him but he's no secret.

My sister Martha cares him some.

Why, I was never so disappointed in all my life

- I hate you, I hate you. - What's that?

That knows everything.

Not a great deal, I don't.

- The Garden. - The Secret Garden.

- You found the gate? - No, not yet.

Dickon, wait for me, wait for me.

It's bound to be behind those bushes.

What if there's no gate? What if he sealed the wall up with stone?

If he done that, then why bury the key? That's not sensible.

Look there, he's always working behind those bushes.

It's the only place I haven't had a chance to look.

Good Morning.

Go away.

What ails thee?

You know what...

I'm afraid they sealed the door.

Dickon.

Oh, Dickon.

That?

Ah, thou, is dinner time.

The key Dickon.

Oh, open it up Dickon, please.

Grand me Mary, and none else seen in 10 years.

How that old bush would bloom with a bit of pruning.

Why, you could groom it Dickon, no one will know, except us.

Lilacs.

- Such Lilacs. - What are Lilacs?

Has never seen Lilacs?

Mary, in India thy never spied a lilac bush in bloom?

Thy will see Lilacs.

Dickon.

Dickon look, something is coming up already.

Daffodils.

I can't tell you what a daffodil is like, except it's yellow.

Oh Dickon, we can take care of them.

- Aye. - We can come here everyday.

We can dig around them and get rid of all those weeds.

We can make it just the way it used to be and nobody would know, just us.

- Oh, what a secret? - Aye.

Get that...

Two?

Colin said his mother had an accident, that a tree fell on her or a limb or something.

- You don't suppose? - Aye.

Just the two of them. They were taking their tea.

Mr. Craven over there.

Oh, how dreadful.

He locked up the garden and left things just as they were.

Could be.

I always heard was her garden.

And none came here but just herself and the master and old Ben Weatherstaff.

- Ben? - Aye, he tended it.

Just the two of them, taking their tea and then...

the limb of the tree, falling from nowhere,

Poor Mr. Craven, what a terrible accident.

Dickon..

Mary...

I just didn't want to look at it any longer.

Aye.

But he couldn't have,

Colin said how his father loved her, and it he loved her...

it must've been an accident, it just must have.

Aye.

A man, let's say, who done a bad thing, he not leave his axe for all to see.

Of course he did lock up the garden and bury the key, but...

Well, all the same, the master, have non seen him...

but from all I heard tell, he is a shy and a crippled man.

Sounds make you Mary.

Would that say he was the sort of a man to, to...

I don't know Dickon

Mary, it's ten long years and I can't put my mind on dead things in the spring time.

I'm not going to think about it either, I'm not going to think about one bit.

Thou is not such a bad looking lass at that.

Why, thou is blushing like a beet.

Now we need a hoe. Two hoes, one for you and one for me.

You might make a list of what we need.

We have to had something cut away all that dead stuff, I hate dead stuff, don't you?

- Thou's an odd one Mary. - Why, I'm not odd one bit.

I don't know what you're talking about. It's lunchtime and I'm hungry.

I'll meet you here at two o'clock.

Dickon, did you really mean what you said about that I'm not so bad looking?

There they were, lions all around me.

- I'll finish the story some other time. - Mary Lennox...

I told Martha that if you didn't tell me stories this afternoon, I have a tantrum.

- But if Mrs. Medlock should find out... - Don't bother Mrs. Medlock.

She has to do what I say, everybody has to do what I say. Now you finish that story.

- Well, the lions attacked me of course. - And the elephants?

Oh, the elephants were tame, they were helping me.

- What you do? - Well, I hid behind the tree like this.

And the elephants all lined up in front of me like this...

The lions were over there, and they all roared like this.

And the elephants all went with their trunks like this.

What time is it?

It's only three o'clock. What, what happened then?

Never mind what happened then?

You're not going to go? What happened then?

Well I ran home, the last I heard, the elephants were fighting the lions.

- Your story doesn't come out very well. - Well, is true story.

If it doesn't come out well, I can't help it

I forbid you to leave until you make the story come out better.

You forbid me?

Or you want to play with me instead, whichever you choose

I'll play with you some other time, I have to meet Dickon.

- Who's Dickon? - Oh, a boy I know.

I don't like him.

- You don't like anything... - I do.

I want you to stay here and play with me.

Oh Colin, I don't want you to be angry with me but I promised Dickon.

- Like it not, some common, dirty little boy. - He's not.

- Common dirty, common dirty. - Don't you talk that way about Dickon.

Why, he's the most wonderful, the most, I'm leaving.

Here I am ill, I can't walk and you won't stay and play with me.

- Oh, Colin, please stop crying. - I can't help it if I cry, I'm not happy.

I want somebody to play with me.

You won't play with me, you don't like me.

- Oh, stop it, I do like you. - You don't, you don't, you don't.

I can't walk like other boys, I'm ill.

You don't care, you don't even care if I'll ever live to grow up.

Oh stop it, you'll live as long as I will.

- I won't, I won't. - You will, you will..

- And in future... - Get out of here,

Get out of here. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

So I don't want ever see you again.

Make her go away, no one asked her here, I can't make her go away.

You good for nothing little scamp.

Why I could cut off your head.

You frightful child, can't you see that he's ill?

- But Mrs. Medlock... - Get out of this room.

I told you to stay away, if ever I find you here again I'll have to talk to your uncle.

You understand me? You're only living here by your uncle kindness.

- Did you hear what I said? - Yes Mrs. Medlock.

Oh, I'm so ill Mrs. Medlock.

What a wretched child.

I'll die Mrs. Medlock, I want to die.

There, there, I got dear Doctor Griddlestone to see you.

She wouldn't go and I couldn't get out of bed.

Poor boy...

our poor helpless boy.

We'll never let this happen again.

Will we Mrs. Medlock?

- Never. - Never.

Poor boy...

Now, have you been taking all the medicine I left you last time?

Oh yes, Doctor Griddlestone.

And I'm sure that you kept the windows closed...

and the irons.

- You kept the irons on the legs constantly? - Oh yes doctor.

The pulse is a trifle weak.

My garden, my very own garden.

Hello, Dickon will come back soon, his spelling isn't very good but he'll come back.

Then we'll help all we can.

Maybe it live and grow and have a flower.

Just the way we like them, Dickon and I.

- We may need another hot water bottle. - Hurry, hurry.

- It's a daffodil. - I know.

But you don't understand, I never seen a daffodil before.

Thou unfeeling child.

Did not hear the noise that's being going on since this morning?

That's a tantrum.

- Lord have mercy, he'll die of it. - He will never die of a tantrum.

I know.

Get out, get out, get out.

I hate you.

You're doing all the wrong things.

The nerve,

I only said you're doing all the wrong things.

Go away child, he's hysterical, do you hear? Hysterical.

Why, of all the nonsense.

- You act like the children. - If you're so clever, go in there yourself.

Why, I would.

Mary, Mary Lennox stop where you are.

You're the one that started him off, your recklessness.

Ever since I found you in his room, he's been getting worse and worse.

But Mrs. Medlock...

And now he says he can feel the bump on his back.

- And whose fault is that? - Stop shaking me Mrs. Medlock.

I'll let your uncle know. You'll be sent away.

- You're making me angry Mrs. Medlock. - I'm making you angry?

Why, you cold hearted little animal.

What you did to that poor boy?

Breaking into his room, taunting him, teasing him.

But Mrs. Medlock, he likes me.

- He wouldn't let me go. - And now you can't even tell the truth.

- No, no, no. - I'm in charge of this case.

- Get out. - I won't get out.

Push your head off, see if I care.

- If I have to... - Get out...

I hate you..

Why?

You lied to Mrs. Medlock, you don't care what you say.

You only care about yourself, you're mean and selfish.

Stop being so proud of yourself, I'm worse than you are.

- I hate you, I hate you. - I hate you.

- Everybody hates you. - Get out, get out, get out, get out.

You're mean.

Go on, yell your head off.

- Get out. - Scream..

Scream.

I can scream louder than you can.

I told you so.

Nurse, Mrs. Medlock.

And don't start that crying again. I can scream louder than you can.

And I can cry harder too although I'm not going to.

Why, you never met anyone as bad as I am.

You don't care how I'll never live to grow up.

Oh stop it, you'll live as long as I will.

You just say that to make people do as you say.

I will die, don't you dare say that I won't die.

Well, you're proud that you're going to die.

It makes you feel more special, it makes you feel important.

- You're proud. - Nurse.

Don't you think I don't know all the tricks.

I was worse the day I was born than you are this very minute.

And don't start that crying, I won't listen.

- I do want to die Mary, really I do. - You shouldn't.

- It's a bump on my back. - I don't believe it.

There is, I could feel it this morning.

- Well it isn't there now. - It is.

My father always said...

Oh Mary, I don't want to live to grow up.

Nurse?

- Show me his back. - No, I don't want anybody to see.

- There. - No, please.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Now there's a good boy, just a minute. There we are.

Now turn over, come along now.

Why, there isn't a bump as big as a pin.

It's just backbone lumps and I had those, everybody had.

And if you ever say there is a bump coming up, if you ever once say it.

Well I'll laugh and laugh and laugh...

Make everybody go away.

Mary, I'm tired.

Good night.

Go to sleep.

My father always said that some day I'd be like him.

He likely believes it. Grownups can be awfully silly.

But let's not think about him.

It's been so awfully long since I seen you.

Tell me a story Mary.

Tell me a story about what you been doing.

- I can't Colin. - Please.

Well, it's a secret. Dickon and I have a secret.

I never see anybody. I don't have any secrets.

Could I meet Dickon someday?

Why of course, I'll bring him to see you tomorrow.

Tell me some kind of story Mary.

Well, once upon a time It isn't a true story of course.

But once upon a time...

There was a secret garden.

Oh, was a lovely garden, with walls all around.

With vines and flowers...

And grown-ups never came there, only children.

It was just like the make believe garden, only it wasn't make believe.

The Lilacs and the Tulips...

and the Daffodils with the most beautiful flowers of all the world.

And no one could see them, just the children.

Oh, and the children were so happy.

They were never mean and they never quarreled.

Sometimes we wished, all the children in all the world...

could have a secret garden.

Just like this...

Hello, this is Dickon.

- Hello. - Hello.

She wants a bit of breakfast, she is very starving.

It was mean not to feed her sooner but I thought that might like to feed her.

Yeah, that's right, just like a baby.

What's that?

It's a fox cub, Dickon found it on the moors, his name is Captain.

He's what you might call a volunteer.

Colin, can you keep a secret?

But you got to swear it on blood or something.

What secret?

Here, swear on this key that you'll never, never tell.

- Tell what? - Well, how can I tell you unless you swear.

How can I swear unless I know what I'm swearing about?

We can tell him Mary.

Is just about an old garden and that's the key.

Our own garden.

Full of things in bloom and lovely smells.

And no one has been in it for ten whole years.

- But just Mary and me. - The Secret Garden?

Mary I thought it was just a story you were making up.

Why, I dreamt about last night.

Aye and Mary and me, we dreamed of naught else, since we first found it.

We dreamed how fine it could be.

And the weeds all gone and the roses pruned.

- And none but us to see it. - We must take you there so thou may see it.

Oh that's Dickon, he's always talking Yorkshire then he gets me talking.

- Must thou talk Yorkshire? - No, you don't have to do anything.

Just swear that you won't tell and then we'll show the garden to you.

I never go outdoors. Servants look at me and...

Anyway that stupid old Doc Griddlestone is coming this morning.

He's bringing another Doctor from London and they'll probably say I'm worse.

Oh, don't pay any attention to any old doctors.

And about the servants, all you have to tell them is to keep out of the garden.

They have to do what you say, you do us a big favor.

- Don't say anything. - Swear.

I swear.

My wig, my wig...

My wig, give me my wig, my wig.

I'm Doctor Fortescue.

You'll pardon me my boy but I practice in London.

Is all this customary on a rural call?

I'm beginning to understand why your father thought Dr Griddlestone needed a little help.

And if you're the patient and I presume you are.

I wonder if you'll live to such a ripe old age.

- And what are these for? - I can't walk.

I can believe you my boy.

If I had to live in this house, I want to stay safe in bed too.

You're old enough, why don't you just retire?

Doctor Fortescue, I'm so ashamed.

- What did you lose? - What?

- I thought you said this boy was ill. - I beg your pardon sir?

Why don't you sell that stuff to the rag and bone man?

What are you trying to do? Build a bridge?

You speak most unprofessionally sir.

If you think that what happened this morning to poor Dr Griddlestone...

has ever happened before, you're wrong. Never in this house.

I assumed such things never happened before, if they had he'd be a different boy.

If I speak unprofessionally Dr it's because I haven't the slightest hope of influencing you.

It's my safe assumption though that the walls have ears

and that the walls can understand what you cannot.

What kind of doctor is this? He's mad.

- I shall report your conduct to Mr. Craven. - You will and he'll back you up, not me.

I diagnosed this case, accurately I believe, when I met the father.

Examining the child was a formality.

How dare you say such things in front of the patient.

I speak in front of the patient with purpose.

Fear is a disease, fear can waste muscles, destroy men, paralyze nations.

You're not the first my boy, nor the last.

I prescribe fresh air, exercise, wild animals and children.

And take off those irons.

I write the prescription on the wind.

You, terrible children.

The irons stay on.

You can rest assured Doctor, I take my orders from you.

Thank you Mrs. Medlock.

Tis of course for Mr. Craven to decide, I'll report the whole matter to him,

Doctor Griddlestone...

- I'm going outdoors. - You're not, you'll catch cold.

You'll allow me to go outdoors Mrs Medlock or I can make myself quite difficult.

You'll tell the servants to stay in the house.

Dickon will wheel me.

Tell Ben Weatherstaff and the gardeners to work in the green houses

- I'll have no one about. - Doctor Griddlestone?

In India Mrs. Medlock it's the custom to do as you're told.

- That wretch. - Let him have his way.

Poor boy, he's had a difficult time of it.

I may say I had a difficult time of it myself,

I'm good, thank you.

Oh Dr Griddlestone, I assure you that this will never happen again.

- Good day. - Good day Mrs. Medlock, good day.

Oh no, not again.

Is right in there behind those bushes.

Dickon, right now.

- Before thy goes in? - I want to know right now.

Colin...

Go away Ben.

Go to the green houses Weatherstaff, you were told to work in the greenhouses.

You were wonderful Colin.

I hoped I might walk in.

- Could you wheel me? - Aye.

I was so frightened the first time, I could hardly turn the lock.

These are roses,

Those are Lilacs.

See the little lake?

I shall live forever.

I shall live forever...

Send the gentleman in.

- Good evening Doctor Fortescue. - Good evening Mr. Craven.

Sit down.

- Brandy? - No, thank you.

Last spring you went up to my country place to examine my son.

I had your report.

- I resented it. - Naturally.

Now after some months you write me a letter.

Your fee was paid at the time of the examination.

I assumed that you regarded your services as ended.

I resented your report.

- I regard the letter as outrageous. - Naturally.

You persist in regarding me as the patient as well as my boy.

Perhaps I should double my fee.

- Why did you write that letter? - Curiosity

I may tell you Doctor Fortescue...

that when I engaged you, I assumed you were a doctor of medicine.

Would it be impudent sir...

to call a physician of your standing an imposter and a most dangerous charlatan?

It'd be impudent

I'm an impudent man myself Mr. Craven, I could understand.

There is his mother, you asked.

I may tell that our marriage was the one superbly happy experience...

in my less than happy life and if you imply otherwise I shall kill you.

Don't, I believe you.

For ten years Doctor Fortescue, my sanity has been a matter of...

shall we say, touch and go.

I walked the most delicate balance between the Gods and lightning.

Between life and the chasm.

I have buried certain memories with utter care I have vilified others.

I don't enjoy the prospect of going insane.

Your letter Doctor Fortescue has made my balance no easier.

That was it's purpose.

- You are a passionate man Mr. Craven. - You may leave.

That's a fine boy you have up there.

- You ought go and see him once in a while. - I said you may leave.

I'm not too concerned with what happened between you and your wife.

I'm a doctor, not a detective.

I do know though that some kinds of memories won't stay buried.

And so we have to bury the patient.

What does concern me is the boy.

You said in your letter that I wanted him to die.

Did I? Well, I'm not too diplomatic a man, it's a technical point anyway.

I just suggest...

Well, perhaps while you were keeping your...

own balance with such care you transferred your longing to die to your son.

Leave my house. You, you're a normal man.

You know what it is to be ugly? To be cursed and set apart?

To live in fear, to be hated for things you can't help?

To be pitied..

To see your curse in every mirror, prying eyes in every face.

Your son is as normal as I am.

You lie.

Well...

I should be going.

It's been a fascinating case Mr. Craven.

Give my regards to the children when you see them, I enjoy children.

Good night.

Would thou call it an ever last of summer Dickon?

Aye, there's a smell of rain in the air.

What a fine summer it's been.

What with digging and weeding and eating your mother's bread and jam, I'm fat like a pig.

Listen to the way thy talk.

Why, I'm fat too.

I haven't got a single wrinkle left in my stocking.

Perhaps we shouldn't laugh.

Dr Griddlestone is getting suspicious. He keeps asking me what we been doing?

I can hardly get my irons on anymore.

- They aren't big enough. - It's Mrs. Medlock I'm worried about.

First she got suspicious because we ate too much.

And then when we started bringing things from your house and ate hardly anything at home.

Then she got more suspicious.

She's a suspicious woman.

Should I give her the sack?

No, that wouldn't do any good. Your father would just come back from London.

Do you know what I think Colin? I think you should've a tantrum.

A tantrum?

- What if he doesn't feel like it? - He don't have to feel like it.

I don't think I could have a tantrum even if I wanted to.

Colin, not even for our secret?

Just like Dickon says, I don't feel like it.

Miff.

That could have one.

Somebody is to have a tantrum, Dickon is not the sort, that's.

Oh dear...

I don't feel like a tantrum either. Oh, what's wrong with us?

- What's wrong with him? - He's angry.

It must be the coming winter.

There, run and hide.

I can't Dickon, quick.

Open the gate.

I hate him, I hate him. He and the others are discharged.

- You have no right to be here, Weatherstaff. - Nor has thee, get thee back to the house.

Fine, I suppose you'll tell Mrs Medlock.

I've known where thy was all summer and I said naught.

I beg of thee, I beg of thee get back to the house

I'll have no one working here who knows.

I can't tell you what you Dad do if he found me here.

- If who found you here? - The father.

The father is here with some gentleman from London.

Let him not find thee here.

- I beg of thee. - Dickon.

I hate you, I hate everybody.

Dickon.

Heaven help me from coming through the hall and getting lost in this ghost trap.

- Twas easier coming up the vine. - Dickon what's it? What's happened?

- Can thy find a way to Colin's room? - Yes.

Take hold of me hand Mary.

If I get lost in this withering houses I'll show you what a tantrum is.

Mary.

- I thought it was going to be my father. - That hasn't seen him yet?, all this time?

Then I'm not too late.

What are you doing here this time of night? What's happened?

When that sees the father say naught about the garden.

Of course I.

I would just the same, when I tell you Ben's story.

- Ben Weatherstaff came to me. - Ben?

Tonight, and me in bed and the wind howling and it's Ben off the moors.

- Dickon. - Ben, a man so afraid I never seen.

Afraid to tell, yet failing to come to thee or Mary, thou they might not listen.

- So he came to me. - What did he say?

Then was the old table and the broken chair and the axe in the old Oak tree...

their mother.

Mary and me, we knew, never told thee.

Dickon

Ben was there, he told me all.

It was an accident Mary, we were wrong to suspect.

- Suspect what? - Tis of no importance.

Your father loved your mother like none can tell or so Ben says.

Twas her garden and every afternoon they took their tea under the oak.

And none was there but old Ben tending the roses.

And then one day the limb fell.

The men carried your mother back to the house and there she died after thee was born.

- Why do you have to tell me about? - I must Colin, the garden.

Ben stayed in the garden all that night, he can't say why, he just did.

With the sun not up yet, your father came back.

His eyes were like bloody ghosts from the weeping,

And his mind gone from him and an axe in his hand, the axe.

He tried to chop down the tree, he tried to kill the tree that killed thee mother.

Chopping, chopping, and the tree is stronger than thee father's crippled back.

He couldn't chop it down Colin...

and he fell to the ground with the axe still in the tree.

And the tree not dented.

And he wept like a man crazy and he cursed at Ben when Ben wouldn't finish the chopping.

And then Twas sun up and thee father got up from the ground.

And he was a man different and changed and his eyes were like ice yet burning.

He swore how he lock the garden and bury the key

and if ever a human being laid eyes on it again he'd see the garden destroyed...

forever more.

He tear out the vines, the roses, the lilacs. He see the trees cut down and nothing left.

He mix salt with the earth and blight the dirt, that was what he swore.

Our garden.

Just ten years ago a man can change.

- I can't believe he still do it. - You don't know him.

What kind of a man is it that would kill a growing thing?

A bush of roses, a lily bulb waiting to bloom.

- I can't believe it. - I'm not.

He could, he could I said these things to Ben and Ben said, but he loved her.

And I said, what of that? Is loving somebody a reason to kill?

And Ben said, how old are thee?

Mary.

My father must've loved my mother very much.

Mother...

I suppose.

I mean, I suppose we are not old enough. There must be an awful lot we don't know.

I don't want to know. I don't want to grow up.

Mary,

You told me a story once...

about a secret garden.

That no one but children could see.

And grown-ups never came.

The children were very happy.

It's a long time til we're grown-ups.

We're going to be happy.

Nothing is ever going to happen to our garden.

No one is ever going to know.

My father, hide.

You're awake?

Where were you when I arrived this afternoon? I asked for you, no one knew.

I was out of doors.

I came back as soon as I heard you were here.

Mrs. Medlock tells me you spent much of the summer out of doors, I'm surprised.

The house gets stuffy.

But, what you do? You can't run and play..

I watch the others.

- Mary Lennox and the neighbour boy. - Where you go?

Nowhere father, just out of doors

I'm taking you to Italy for the winter.

- To Italy? - Just you and I.

I've been a wretched father. I shall try to do better.

We'll not come back to England for a long, long time.

I don't want, I mean...

Who's to look after the house?

- And... - So I'm selling the house.

I brought a gentleman up from London with me.

If he likes the house he'll buy it. I shall know in the morning.

Sell the house?

- The gardens, everything? - Of course, why not?

You look at me so strangely, what's the matter Colin?

I don't want you to sell it.

This is absurd, you always hated it. Why do you want to keep it now?

You can't sell it.

Oh stop this nonsense, I'm trying to help you

- I won't leave it I won't. - Colin, Colin I...

I die, I die, you can't sell it, you can't, you can't, you can't...

Stop it...

Oh Colin, my son.

We'll go away, we'll rid ourselves of this place and never come back.

I shared my curse with you and I can no more cure your poor body than you can cure my mind.

But I swear to you, I swear before god we'll be happy together.

While it's still time.

I owe you everything a father can owe a son.

- We'll be very happy Papá. - Thank you.

We'll leave for Italy in a few days.

But I couldn't help wondering while I was poking about.

What stories these old country houses could tell.

Century after century, Generation after generation.

- What tragedies, what comedies they've seen. - Would you say we poked about sufficiently?

Forgive me, I'm a man with a great deal of money and no background whatsoever.

So that makes me a romantic. Yes, I think I poked about sufficiently.

- Shall we go in? - Thank you.

I'll give you my check, our lawyers in town will arrange the balance and the transfer.

Oh, thank you.

It's understood however that the check will be binding.

It's understood.

If you had children you wouldn't want to part with those gardens

I have a son, he's crippled, he can't walk.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I'll take the check.

- What about the garden that's locked up? - You may do with it, whatever you like

I hardly dared to ask but I hoped you might have an outside ghost or something?

You're a man of old family, you lock up your garden just to protect your valuable plants.

I'm a business man and I want a secret garden and ghosts.

If you actually expect valuable plants, you'll be disappointed.

The garden is been locked for ten years, no one is been in it in that time.

- Is inhabited in all probability by weeds. - I beg your pardon?

Why it's as beautifully kept a garden as I ever seen.

- What? - You saw it?

Of course, there was a ladder I climbed the ladder.

You're lying.

I don't know what's the matter with you Mr. Craven...

but is your garden and I tell you it's magnificent.

I tell you nobody is been in it for ten years.

Nobody is been in it for ten years?

- Ben Weatherstaff. - Sir?

Get me Ben Weatherstaff.

- He's somewhere in the grounds, yes sir. - Never mind, that's all.

I'm selling the house Mr. Gromlet to escape if possible, the temptation of madness.

It would seem that the gods arranged for me one last chance.

I've resisted as long as I can.

- Mr. Craven, sir. - Get away.

- You must not go in there. - Get away or I'll kill you.

- The raven Dickon. - Maybe is Ben.

Lock the gate.

You...

Please, please Mr. Craven, we were just leaving.

- Get away from me. - You can't do it again.

- Please, please Mr. Craven. - Colin...

- Colin. - Colin?

Father.

It's our garden, please.

Please, don't hurt our garden.

Papá.

Oh, Colin...

You should've come sooner, you should seen the lilacs.

Thou may see them next year sir.

- They'll be better by far. - Next year?

- Colin will be helping us prune them. - That may help us too.