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Man: YOU GET USED TO IT
WHEN YOU'VE BEEN OUT EAST A BIT.

CHOLERA, THE PLAGUE--IT STRIKES
WHITE MEN AND NATIVES.

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 AFTERWARDS--

AN EMPTY PLACE
WITH NO BREATHING SOUL.

IT'S NOT ENGLAND,
BARNEY.

I'D VENTURE TO SAY
YOU'LL GET USED TO IT.

YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HERE
LONG ENOUGH. I HAVE.

[CLUCKING]

SEDIE AND HER HUSBAND.
NO CHILDREN IDENTIFIED.

I HAD TEA
ON THIS VERANDA ONCE.

JOHN LENNOX,
MRS. JOHN LENNOX.

IF I'D BEEN
A CAPTAIN OR BETTER,

THEY'D HAVE
ASKED ME AGAIN.

REMEMBER, BARNEY,
I TOLD YOU,

THE CHOLERA MAKES
NO DISTINCTIONS.

[CHILD SINGS SOFTLY]

[CHILD SINGING SOFTLY]

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?

SEDIE SAID
MY SERVANT WAS ILL,

AND THEN SEDIE
NEVER CAME BACK.

ARE YOU A RELATIVE
OF THE LENNOXES'?

I TOLD YOU MY NAME
WAS MARY LENNOX.

MY FATHER
IS MR. JOHN LENNOX,

AND MY MOTHER IS
MRS. JOHN LENNOX.

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'S RIGHT.
SHE SAYS YOU CAN'T
TRUST NATIVES.

THEY RAN AWAY.
DIDN'T I TELL YOU?

HMM!

HE'S A SILLY-LOOKING
MAN, ISN'T HE?

SUCH A SILLY-LOOKING HAT.

THEY WAS
IDENTIFIED, SIR.

WELL, BE CERTAIN.
MR. AND 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?

SHOULDN'T HE
STAND UP?

YOU'RE AN OFFICER,
AREN'T YOU?

YOU'D BETTER STAND.

I'M NOT SUPPOSED
TO BE IN HERE
AT ALL, YOU KNOW.

IF MAMA SHOULD
CATCH ME--OOH!

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.

THERE. 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.

WELL, I MEANT...
HOME IN ENGLAND, PERHAPS?

WITH YOUR 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'VE 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 A FINE MAN.

WELL, 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 HAVE LOVED YOU.

STOP TALKING
ABOUT IT!
SHE'S DEAD!

AND WHO'S GOING TO
TAKE CARE OF ME?!

[CRYING]

[STEAM WHISTLE BLOWING]

IT WAS 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.

Woman: POOR THINGS,
ALL OF THEM ORPHANS.

SAY GOOD-BYE,
MURIEL, DARLING.

BYE, MURIEL.
BYE, MURIEL.

BYE.
BYE.
BYE.

BYE.
BYE.
BYE.

HER GRANDMOTHER
HASN'T GOT ANY MONEY.
I HEARD NURSE SAY SO.

I HOPE MY AUNT'S
HALF AS 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'S
A HUNCHBACK!

HE IS NOT!

HE IS! HE IS!
HE IS!

HE ISN'T!
HE ISN'T!

I HEARD
NURSE SAY SO.

I'LL CUT OUT
YOUR GIZZARD!

[CHILDREN SHOUTING]

NO, NOT JUST AS WE'RE
SAYING GOOD-BYE.

CAN I HELP YOU?

THESE ARE
THE ORPHANS

FROM INDIA,
I PRESUME?

WHICH ONE IS
MARY LENNOX?

ARE YOU
MRS. MEDLOCK?

YES.

THIS ONE.

HMM. UNATTRACTIVE,
ISN'T SHE?

I WOULDN'T SAY THAT,
MRS. MEDLOCK.

IT'S JUST
HER MANNER.

I'M YOUR UNCLE'S
HOUSEKEEPER.

WE'VE
A LONG JOURNEY.
COME ALONG.

HAVE YOU
NO LUGGAGE?

UNATTRACTIVE,
I CALL HER.

OH, GOLLY.

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

Nurse: CHILDREN!
CHILDREN!

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

MRS. MEDLOCK.

HMM?

ARE WE CROSSING
THE MOORS?

A BAD NIGHT,
MRS. MEDLOCK.

BAD INDEED, CHARLES.
A LONG AND NASTY JOURNEY.

[LOCKING BOLT]

MR. PITCHER
ABOUT?

HE IS THAT.

FETCH HIM,
WILL YOU?

WAIT HERE
A MINUTE, CHILD.

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

[WIND HOWLING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

GOOD EVENING,
MARY.

OH...HELLO.

IS SOMETHING AMISS?

[NERVOUSLY]
OH...OH, NO.

IT'S JUST THAT
THE CHILDREN
ON THE BOAT

SAID THAT YOU
WERE A HUNCHBACK.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

HE DOESN'T
WANT TO SEE HER.

SO LONG AS I KNOW
WHAT'S EXPECTED OF ME.

Pitcher: 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.

OUR ROOMS ARE READY.

GOOD NIGHT,
MISS MARY.

Medlock:
COME ALONG.

WHY, I THOUGHT
HE WAS MY UNCLE.

MR. PITCHER? HE'S JUST
MR. CRAVEN'S MAN.

RULES THE ROOST LIKE
A HIGH-AND-MIGHTY,
I MIGHT ADD.

NO BETTER THAN ME.

[DOOR CREAKS]

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 AT YOUR 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 LIGHT'S ON,

AND IT'S
THE QUEEREST HOUSE

I'VE EVER SEEN
IN ALL MY LIFE,

AND HE DOESN'T
WANT TO SEE ME.

WELL, YOU MIGHT SAY
HE'S A QUEER ONE.

WELL, I DON'T
WANT TO SEE HIM.

HMM. YOU'RE
A QUEER ONE, TOO.

[WIND HOWLING]

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
WUTHERING ROUND THE HOUSE,

AND YOU TALK ABOUT
SOMEONE CRYING.

GOOD NIGHT.

[KEY TURNS
IN LOCK]

[DOOR OPENS]

HEY, THOU ART AWAKE.

WHO ARE YOU?

WHY, I'M MARTHA.

HA HA HA!

WHAT DOES THOU THINK
OF THY ROOM?

I HATE IT.

HA HA HA!

WHAT'S SO FUNNY?

WELL, IF YOU
DON'T LIKE IT,

THEN LOOK
OUT A WINDOW.

LOOK
AT THE MOORS.

I HATE THEM.

WELL, YOU'VE NONE
SEEN THEM YET.

THOU SAYS THAT
BECAUSE THEY'RE

BARE AND LONELY
WITH THE WINTERTIME.

YOU WAIT TILL IT'S
SPRING AND SUMMER

AND THE GRASS
AND THE HEATHER

ARE SMELLING HIGH
WITH HONEY

AND THE SKYLARK'S
MAKING NOISES.

WHAT KIND OF LANGUAGE
ARE YOU TALKING?

YORKSHIRE, MISS.

MRS. MEDLOCK--SHE SAYS
I'LL BE A SERVANT EVER,

WHAT WITH THE YORKSHIRE
DROOLING FROM MY TONGUE
LIKE RANCID BUTTER.

HA HA HA!
RANCID BUTTER. HA HA HA!

[SNIFFLES]

HEY, BUT
THE GOOD LORD KNOWS,

I'LL NEVER SPEAK
A PROPER LANGUAGE.

ARE YOU
MY SERVANT?

WELL, UH...I--

WELL, YOU MIGHT SAY I'M
MRS. MEDLOCK'S SERVANT,

AND THEN YOU MIGHT SAY

THAT MRS. MEDLOCK'S
MR. CRAVEN'S SERVANT,

AND THEE ARE...THOU
ARE MR. CRAVEN'S NIECE,

SO IN A MANNER
OF SPEAKING,

I'M THY SERVANT,
AYE. HA HA HA!

WHAT'S SO FUNNY?

I'M ALWAYS LAUGHING.

HA HA HA!

MARTHA.

IN A MINUTE.

MARTHA!

IN A MINUTE.

YES? MARY, BUT
THOU ART THIN.

MY PILLOW'S
ON THE FLOOR.
PICK IT UP.

WHAT THOU NEEDS
IS EXERCISE--

FRESH AIR,
GOOD FOOD,

AND EXERCISE
APLENTY.

THAT'S WHAT
MY MOTHER SAYS

WILL DO FOR
THE SKINNIEST,

AND SHE SHOULD
KNOW, RAISING
10 OF US.

I SAID MY PILLOW'S
ON THE FLOOR.
PICK IT UP.

WELL, PICK IT UP
THYSELF

AND HAVE A BIT
OF EXERCISE
FOR STARTING.

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!

[SOBBING]

I HATE YOU!

AYE.

MY UNCLE DOESN'T
WANT TO SEE ME,

AND NOBODY
WILL DO AS I SAY,

AND I CAN'T GO
ANYWHERE.

AYE, IT'S DREADFUL.

GET AWAY!
I SAID GO AWAY!

THERE, THERE, NOW.

THOU FEELS STRANGE
HERE AND LONELY.

AFTER THOU'S
HAD THY PORRIDGE

AND GOT
THYSELF DRESSED,

HEY, THOU CAN
GO OUT AND PLAY.

MY BROTHER DICKON
WILL BE COMING UP
TO SEE THEE.

YOUR BROTHER?

AYE. DICKON.

THOU'LL LIKE DICKON.
WHAT A ONE HE IS

FOR GROWING THINGS
AND THE ANIMALS.

HALF LIVES ON THEM
MOORS, HE DOES,

ALMOST LIKE
AN ANIMAL HISSELF.

MY MOTHER TOLD HIM
TO GO AND PLAY

WITH THAT POOR
CHILD, SHE SAID,

ALL BY HERSELF
UP IN THAT GREAT
LONE HOUSE.

GUESS THOU WILL
BE RIGHT FOND
OF DICKON.

I NEVER SAW
SUCH A SERVANT.

DOES THOU THINK I'D
PLAY WITH THY BROTH--

I MEAN, DO YOU
THINK I'D PLAY
WITH YOUR BROTHER?

I HATE HIM!
I HATE HIM!

I HATE YOU!
GO AWAY!

AYE. GET
THYSELF DRESSED.

HA HA HA!

WAIT A MINUTE.
AREN'T YOU GOING
TO DRESS ME?

WHAT?

WELL, IN INDIA,
IT'S THE CUSTOM.

THOU CANNOT
DRESS THYSELF?

HA HA HA!

OF COURSE I CAN.
IT'S JUST--

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]

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.

[SERVANTS LAUGHING]

[RAVEN CAWING]

[RAVEN CAWING]

WELL, DON'T BE
SO COCKY ABOUT IT.

GO AWAY.

GO AWAY. GO AWAY.

Boy: THOU'S
FRIGHTENED HIM.

NOW BE THY MOST QUIET.

CAW. CAW.

COME ON. DID SHE
FRIGHTEN YOU?

COME ON, THEN.
COME ON.

THOU MUST BE
THE ONE FROM INDIA.

I'M MARY LENNOX.

AYE. I AM DICKON.

MY SISTER MARTHA
SWORE THY'D BE BLACK,

AT LEAST DARK BROWN.

HMM!

[RAVEN CAWS]

THOU'S
FRIGHTENED HIM.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

I CAME
BY THE MOOR PATH.

I'VE WATCHED THEE
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 DO YOU
KNOW ABOUT IT?

I KNOW WHAT'S SAID.

HE LOCKED THE GATE
AND BURIED THE KEY,

AND NE'ER A SOUL'S
BEEN IN THERE SINCE.

I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
DO YOU KNOW WHY
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU?

BECAUSE THERE ISN'T
ANY GATE. I LOOKED.

HEY, SO HAVE I.

CAW.

COME ON. COME ON.
COME ON, THEN.

[RAVEN CAWS]

YOU KNOW
EVERYTHING,
DON'T YOU?

ONLY WHAT'S SAID.

WHO CARES ABOUT
HIS OLD GARDEN?
I DON'T.

THAT'S WHY THOU RAN
ABOUT IT SO OFTEN?

WHAT WERE YOU DOING,
HIDING IN THE BUSHES
WATCHING ME?

I CAME TO PLAY
WITH THEE.

MY MOTHER SAID
THOU MIGHT BE LONELY.

WELL, I'M NOT,
AND I DON'T PLAY

WITH ANY SERVANT'S
BROTHER.

I'VE NEVER HEARD
OF ANYTHING
SO RIDICULOUS.

THOU CAN JUST
GO HOME.

I MEAN, YOU CAN
JUST GO HOME.

[RAVEN CAWS]

THOU MUST LEARN NOT
TO FRIGHTEN ANIMALS.

MY MOTHER SENDS THEE
A SKIPPING ROPE.

A WHAT?

A SKIPPING ROPE.

THOU CAN PLAY
WITH A SKIPPING ROPE.

DICKON, I--

[RAVEN CAWING]

FOR A YOUNG LADY
THAT TOOK NO PARTY
TO BREAKFAST,

THOU'S CERTAINLY
MAKING UP
AT TEATIME.

I'M NOT HUNGRY.
I'M JUST EATING.

GIVE ME
ANOTHER BISCUIT.

AT THE RATE
THOU'S GOING,

THOU WILL SOON
RESEMBLE SOMETHING

LOVELIER
THAN A SLAT.

HA HA HA!

SAY, WHAT'S THAT?

A SKIPPING ROPE.
ANY FOOL KNOWS THAT.

OH. SO THOU
SAW DICKON.

DID THOU EVER
MEET SUCH A LAD?

NO. I HATE HIM.

SO THAT'S WHAT
YOU DO WITH IT.

OF COURSE.
ANY FOOL KNOWS THAT.

DOES THOU MEAN
TO TELL ME,

IN INDIA THEY HAVE
NO SKIPPING ROPES?

IT'S VERY
UNDIGNIFIED.

YOU MAY HAND ME
ANOTHER BISCUIT.

AYE.

MARTHA, WHY
WOULD SOMEBODY

LOCK UP A GARDEN
AND BURY THE KEY?

OH, SO DICKON
TOLD THEE?

I WAS JUST
WONDERING.

HOW LONG HAS IT
BEEN LOCKED UP?

I'M JUST
A SERVING 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 CRYING.

IT WAS
THE SCULLERY MAID.

AYE, IT WAS
LAST NIGHT.

SHE HAD
A TOOTHACHE.

HA HA HA!
WHAT A FEARFUL ROW.

MRS. MEDLOCK SAID
IT WAS THE WIND.

OH, SHE DID?

MARTHA, HAS MY UNCLE
LEFT FOR LONDON YET?

HE LEAVES TONIGHT, MISS.
WHY'D THOU ASK?

I'M GOING TO SEE
MY UNCLE.

I DON'T CARE
WHETHER HE WANTS
TO SEE ME OR NOT.

YOU MUST SPEAK
TO MRS. MEDLOCK.

THIS IS
THE FUNNIEST HOUSE

I'VE 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, THOU DOES NOT
KNOW THY UNCLE.

[DISTANT CRYING]

MARY!

MARY!

MARY!

Martha: MARY!

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

[DISTANT CRYING]

[CRYING GROWS LOUDER]

MARTHA!

MARTHA!

AAH! OH!

[DOOR OPENS]

[CRYING GROWS LOUDER]

YOU? WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I WANT TO GO
BACK TO MY ROOM.

NEXT TIME,
YOU'LL STAY
WHERE YOU BELONG.

MRS. MEDLOCK,
I...PLEASE...

WHAT WAS
IN THAT ROOM?

GO TO BED.

WHERE HAVE
YOU BEEN?

NOWHERE.

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.

[KNOCKS SOFTLY]

MISS MARY, SIR.

COME CLOSER.

CLOSER.

YES, SIR.

I'D 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'D HOPED
YOU MIGHT BE BEAUTIFUL.

IS THERE ANYTHING
IN PARTICULAR YOU WANT?

NO, SIR.

IS THERE ANYTHING
YOU'D 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 REGRETS, 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.

1, 2, 3.

1--

1...

2...

3.

OH!

BOTHER!

[RAVEN CAWING]

OH!

HELLO.
I'M MARY LENNOX.
I'M FROM INDIA.

WHO ARE YOU?

I'M BEN WEATHERSTAFF,
AND I'M THE HEAD GARDENER,

AND I COME
FROM HEREABOUTS.

WHAT WAS THOU DOING
BESIDE THE WALL?

THE WALL? WHAT WALL?

OH. OH, I WAS
JUST SKIPPING ROPE.

I'M ALWAYS
SKIPPING ROPE.

LET'S SEE
THIS SKIPPING.

WELL, I DON'T
FEEL LIKE IT
RIGHT NOW.

[RAVEN CAWS]

MR. WEATHERSTAFF,
WHAT KIND OF BIRD
IS THAT?

HIM? A RAVEN.
HA HA HA!

HAS THOU NEVER SEEN
A RAVEN BEFORE?

WELL, IN INDIA,
WE HAVE LOTS
OF OTHER BIRDS.

OH, LOOK AT HIM!

[CAW]

WHY, HE LIKES ME.

YOU MIGHT SAY
IT COMES NATURAL.

THOU 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 THOU ASK?

OH, I WAS JUST
WONDERING.

HAVE YOU?

PERHAPS...
IN THE OLD DAYS.

HOW LONG HAS IT
BEEN LOCKED UP?

10 YEARS
COME SUMMER.

10 YEARS?

WHAT OF THAT?

OH, NOTHING.

MY UNCLE
JUST HAPPENED
TO MENTION--

WE WERE HAVING
A LITTLE TALK,

AND HE SAID THAT
MRS. CRAVEN--

HE TOLD THEE
ABOUT IT?

NOT EXACTLY.

LET HIM TELL THEE
THE REST OF IT.

[RAVEN CAWS]

BE OFF!

BOTH OF THEE!

WELL, GOOD DAY,
MR. WEATHERSTAFF.

[CAW]

[CAW]

STOP FOLLOWING ME!
GO AWAY!

[RAVEN CAWING]

IT'S ALL RIGHT,

AS LONG AS YOU
DON'T MAKE YOURSELF
SO CONSPICUOUS.

THERE'S BOUND TO BE
A GATE SOMEWHERE.

[RAVEN CAWS]

YOU'RE DISGUSTING.

WELL, I SUPPOSE
WE ALL HAVE TO
EAT SOMETIME.

HE COULD HAVE
WALLED IT UP

SO THERE ISN'T
ANY GATE.

WHY SHOULD HE
WANT TO DO THAT?

[RAVEN CAWING]

NO, I'M NOT
GOING TO LOOK.

I SAW WHAT
YOU DID LAST TIME.

I'M NOT GOING TO
HELP YOU.

I WAS JUST
DIGGING FOR WORMS.

HE WAS HUNGRY.

WHAT'S
IN THAT POCKET?

OH, MY SKIPPING ROPE.
THAT'S ALL.

JUST MY SKIPPING ROPE.

1, 2, 3

4, 5, 6, 7

8, 9--

[DISTANT CRYING]

AAH!

YOU'RE A GHOST.

I'M NOT AT ALL
A GHOST.

ARE YOU?

NO. I'M COLIN CRAVEN.
WHO ARE YOU?

I'M MARY LENNOX.
MR. CRAVEN'S MY UNCLE.

HE'S MY FATHER.

YOUR FATHER?

WELL...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.
I WAS HAVING
A TANTRUM.

A TANTRUM? WHY,
THAT'S RIDICULOUS.

NOT AT ALL.

IT IS. I'VE HAD
DOZENS OF TANTRUMS,

AND I'VE NEVER MADE
THAT MUCH NOISE.

OF COURSE NOT.
DR. GRIDDLESTONE SAYS

I HAVE THE WORST TANTRUMS
SOUTH OF THE SCOTTISH BORDER.

IT'S 85 MILES
TO THE SCOTTISH BORDER.

I LOOKED IT UP
ON THE MAP.

WELL, I NEVER.

YOU MAY ASK
DR. GRIDDLESTONE.

WHY HASN'T ANYONE
EVER TOLD ME
ABOUT YOU?

THEY'RE NOT ALLOWED
TO TALK ABOUT ME.

WHO WON'T ALLOW IT?
YOUR FATHER?

NO. I WON'T ALLOW IT.
THEY HAVE TO DO
WHAT I SAY.

I DON'T LIKE TO BE
LOOKED AT, EITHER.

A LADY LOOKED AT ME
SEASIDE 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
IN ALL MY LIFE.

WHY DON'T YOU LIKE
TO BE LOOKED AT?

BECAUSE I'M A CRIPPLE.
OF COURSE, YOU DIDN'T KNOW.

YES, I'M A CRIPPLE.

I HATE THE WORD "CRIPPLE."
DON'T YOU HATE IT?

WELL, I NEVER
THOUGHT ABOUT IT.
I REALLY JUST--

I CAN'T MOVE
MY LEGS.

I CAN'T MOVE
THEM AN INCH.

I'LL TELL YOU
SOMETHING ELSE.

IF I LIVE
TO GROW UP,

I'LL GET A HUMP
ON MY BACK.

HORRID, ISN'T IT?

WELL, I REALLY--

IT'S ALL RIGHT.
I SHAN'T LIVE
TO GROW UP.

HOW DO YOU KNOW?

OH, EVERYBODY
SAYS SO.

THEY DON'T KNOW
I'M LISTENING.

I KEEP MY EYES CLOSED,
SO THEY THINK I'M ASLEEP,

BUT 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!

IF YOU'RE GOING
TO GET ONE,
WHERE IS IT?

DON'T YOU DARE
TALK LIKE THAT!

SOMETIMES I CAN ALMOST
FEEL IT. GO AWAY!

I DON'T WANT TO EVER
SEE YOU AGAIN! 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?

HE KNOWS WHEN I GROW UP,
I'LL BE JUST LIKE HIM.

HE HATES ME.
OF COURSE, I SHAN'T
LIVE TO GROW UP.

SO HE KNOWS
THAT, TOO.

DO 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.
SHE DIED WHEN
I WAS BORN.

THEN YOU'RE
10 YEARS OLD.

HOW DID YOU KNOW?

WELL, YOUR FATHER
SAID THAT, WELL...

WHAT?

OH, NOTHING.
JUST THAT SHE DIED
10 YEARS AGO.

COLIN...

DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING
ABOUT A SECRET GARDEN,

A GARDEN THAT'S
BEEN ALL LOCKED UP

AND NO ONE'S BEEN INTO
FOR, OH, 10 YEARS?

I NEVER GO OUTDOORS.
I DETEST GOING OUTDOORS.

HAVE YOU EVER
HEARD ANYONE SAY--

THAT'S SILLY.
IF THERE WAS
ANY SUCH PLACE,

I'D HAVE MADE THEM
SHOW IT TO ME.

BUT...

WHAT HAPPENED
TO YOUR MOTHER?

SHE WAS KILLED.

YOU'RE A VERY
DULL PERSON.

COLIN, WHAT DO YOU
MEAN SHE WAS KILLED?

OH, A TREE FELL DOWN
OR A LIMB OR SOMETHING.

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
THAT'S HER OVER THERE.

PULL THE CURTAIN.

Colin: SHE'S 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 IS DEAD.

WHAT'S THAT?
I HATE MY MOTHER.

REALLY?

SHE NEVER LET
ANYONE SEE ME

BECAUSE
I WASN'T PRETTY.

YOU NEEDN'T THINK
HATING YOUR MOTHER
IS SO SPECIAL.

IT ISN'T 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.

BUT I WANT TO--
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 KNOW.

I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE
THAT 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.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT
YOU REMIND ME OF?
A YOUNG RAJAH.

A RAJAH?

THAT'S A KIND
OF A KING,

ISN'T IT,
IN INDIA?

I LIKE THAT.
A RAJAH.

WHAT DID YOU SAY
YOUR NAME IS?

MARY.

HMM...

YOU MUST SING ME
TO SLEEP, MARY.

[SINGING IN HINDI]

THAT'S
A STRANGE SONG.

I MUST ASK YOU
ABOUT IT SOMEDAY.

[HUMMING]

UH! OH.

ARE YOU
DICKON'S MOTHER?

I AM. THOU MUST BE
MARY LENNOX.

OH, THANK YOU
SO MUCH

FOR THE SKIP ROPE,
MRS. SOURBY.

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?

Dickon: A FOX CUB.
HIS NAME'S CAPTAIN.

OH...

OH, HA HA HA.

DICKON, ARE YOU
STILL ANGRY WITH ME?

WHEN WAS I EVER
ANGRY WITH THEE?

OH, GOOD.
OH, DICKON, I'VE GOT

SO MANY SECRETS,
I'M JUST DYING.

THOU SEEMS
MOST HEALTHY.

I DON'T MEAN
THAT KIND OF DYING.
IT'S JUST THAT--

OH, DICKON,
I NEED YOU TERRIBLY.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS LISTEN TO ME.

WHAT GOOD'S A SECRET
IF THERE'S NO ONE
TO TELL IT TO?

BUT FIRST
YOU MUST SWEAR.

I SWEAR.

OH, GOOD, DICKON.
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,

AND 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?

WHY, I THOUGHT
IT WAS A SECRET.

WELL, MARY,
I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM,
BUT HE'S NO SECRET.

MY SISTER MARTHA
TENDS HIM SOME.

I WAS NEVER
SO DISAPPOINTED
IN ALL MY LIFE.

I HATE YOU.
I HATE YOU.

WHAT'S THAT?

THOU KNOWS
EVERYTHING.

NOT BY A DEAL,
I DON'T.

THE GARDEN!

THE SECRET GARDEN.

THOU FOUND
THE GATE?

NO. NOT YET.

DICKON! DICKON!

WAIT FOR ME!

[SHEEP BLEATING]

IT'S BOUND TO BE
BEHIND THOSE BUSHES.

WHAT IF THERE
IS NO GATE?

WHAT IF HE SEALED
THE WALL OFF
WITH STONE?

IF HE HAD DONE THAT,
THEN WHY SHOULD HE
BURY THE KEY?

THAT'S NOT SENSIBLE.

THAT MAN, HE'S ALWAYS WORKING
AROUND THOSE BUSHES.

IT'S THE ONLY PLACE
I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO LOOK.

[RAVEN CAWS]

GOOD MORNING.

[CAW]

GO AWAY.

GO AWAY. GO ON.

WHAT AILS THEE?

YOU KNOW WHAT--

CAW. CAW.

[RAVEN CAWS]

Dickon: I'M AFRAID
HE'S SEALED IT OFF.

DICKON!

OH, DICKON, WE--

THERE. HA HA HA!

AYE, THE TRUTH.
'TIS DINNERTIME.

HA HA HA!

THE KEY, DICKON.

OH. OPEN IT UP,
DICKON, PLEASE.

[CREAK]

THOU AND ME, MARY,

AND NONE ELSE
IN 10 YEARS.

ROSES.

HOW THAT OLD BUSH
WOULD BLOOM WITH
A BIT OF PRUNING.

WHY, YOU COULD
PRUNE IT, DICKON.

NO ONE WOULD KNOW
EXCEPT US.

LILACS.

SUCH LILACS.

WHAT ARE LILACS?

THOU HAS NEVER
SEEN LILACS?

MARY, IN INDIA,
THOU NEVER SPIED

A LILAC BUSH
IN BLOOM?

THOU WILL SEE
LILACS.

DICKON!

DICKON, LOOK.

SOMETHING'S
COMING UP ALREADY.

DAFFODILS.

I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT
A DAFFODIL'S LIKE,
EXCEPT IT'S YELLOW.

OH, DICKON, WE CAN
TAKE CARE OF THEM.

AYE.

WE CAN COME HERE
EVERY DAY.

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.

DICKON.

2.

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 2 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
IT WAS HER GARDEN

AND NONE CAME HERE
BUT JUST HERSELF
AND THE MASTER

AND OLD BEN
WEATHERSTAFF.

BEN?

AYE.
HE TENDED IT.

JUST THE 2 OF THEM,
TAKING THEIR TEA,

AND THEN...
THE LIMB OF A TREE

FALLING
FROM NOWHERE.

POOR MR. CRAVEN.

WHAT A TERRIBLE
ACCIDENT.

DICKON!

OH!

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 IF HE
LOVED HER...

IT MUST
HAVE BEEN
AN ACCIDENT.

IT JUST
MUST HAVE.

AYE.

A MAN, LET'S SAY,
WHO'D DONE A BAD THING--

HE'D NOT LEAVE HIS AX
FOR ALL TO SEE.

OF COURSE, HE DID
LOCK UP THE GARDEN
AND BURY THE KEY.

WELL, ALL THE SAME,
THE MASTER--
I'VE NOT SEEN HIM,

BUT FROM ALL
I'VE HEARD TELL,

HE'S A SHY
AND A CRIPPLED MAN.

THOU HAS
MET HIM, MARY.

WOULD THOU SAY HE WAS
THE SORT OF A MAN

TO...TO...

I DON'T KNOW,
DICKON.

MARY, IT'S
10 LONG YEARS,

AND I CAN'T
PUT ME MIND

ON DEAD THINGS
IN THE SPRINGTIME.

I'M NOT GOING TO
THINK ABOUT IT,
EITHER.

I'M NOT GOING TO
THINK ABOUT IT
ONE BIT.

THOU'S NOT SUCH
A BAD-LOOKING
LASS AT THAT.

WHY, THOU'S BLUSHING
LIKE A BEET.

NOW, WE'LL NEED
A HOE. 2 HOES--

ONE FOR YOU
AND ONE FOR ME.

YOU MIGHT
MAKE A LIST
OF WHAT WE NEED.

WE HAVE TO
HAVE SOMETHING

TO CUT AWAY
ALL THAT DEAD STUFF.

I HATE DEAD STUFF.
DON'T YOU?

THOU'S
AN ODD ONE, MARY.

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 2:00.

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

IF YOU DIDN'T
TELL ME A STORY
THIS AFTERNOON,

I'D HAVE A TANTRUM.

BUT IF MRS. MEDLOCK
SHOULD FIND OUT--

BOTHER MRS. MEDLOCK.
SHE HAS TO DO
WHAT I SAY.

EVERYBODY HAS TO
DO WHAT I SAY.

NOW YOU FINISH
THAT STORY.

THE LIONS ATTACKED
ME, OF COURSE.

AND THE ELEPHANTS?

THE ELEPHANTS WERE TAME.
THEY WERE HELPING ME.

WHAT DID YOU DO?

I HID BEHIND A 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.

[ROARING]

AND THE ELEPHANTS ALL
WENT WITH THEIR TRUNKS
LIKE THIS.

WHAT TIME IS IT?

IT'S ONLY 3:00.
WHAT HAPPENED THEN?

NEVER MIND
WHAT HAPPENED THEN.

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GO?
WHAT HAPPENED THEN?

I RAN HOME.
THE LAST I HEARD,

THE ELEPHANTS WERE
FIGHTING THE LIONS.

THE STORY DOESN'T
COME OUT VERY WELL.

IT'S A 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 MIGHT
PLAY WITH ME INSTEAD.
WHICHEVER YOU CHOOSE.

I'LL PLAY WITH YOU
SOME OTHER TIME.
I HAVE TO MEET DICKON.

WHO'S DICKON?

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.

COLIN, I DON'T WANT YOU
TO BE ANGRY WITH ME,
BUT I PROMISED DICKON.

LIKE AS NOT,
SOME COMMON,
DIRTY LITTLE BOY.

HE IS NOT!

COMMON! DIRTY!

DON'T YOU DARE 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!
I CAN'T WALK
LIKE OTHER BOYS.

I'M ILL.
YOU DON'T CARE.

YOU DON'T EVEN CARE
IF I NEVER LIVE
TO GROW UP!

STOP IT! YOU'LL LIVE
AS LONG AS I WILL!

I WON'T!

YOU WILL!

GET OUT OF HERE!

I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!

I DON'T
WANT TO 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.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

YOU'RE ONLY LIVING HERE
BY YOUR UNCLE'S KINDNESS.

DID YOU HEAR
WHAT I SAID?

YES, MRS. MEDLOCK.

I'M SO ILL,
MRS. MEDLOCK.

WHAT
A WRETCHED CHILD.

I'LL DIE,
MRS. MEDLOCK.
I WANT TO DIE.

THERE, THERE.
I BROUGHT

DEAR DR. 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

THAT I LEFT YOU
LAST TIME?

OH, YES,
DR. GRIDDLESTONE.

AND I'M SURE THAT YOU'VE
KEPT THE WINDOWS CLOSED,

AND THE IRONS...

YOU'VE KEPT THE IRONS
ON THE LEGS CONSTANTLY?

OH, YES,
DOCTOR.

THE PULSE IS
A TRIFLE WEAK.

MY GARDEN.
MY VERY OWN GARDEN.

[RAVEN CAWING]

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 YOU'LL EVEN GROW
AND HAVE A FLOWER.

THAT'S THE WAY WE LIKE THINGS,
DICKON AND I.

[COLIN CRYING LOUDLY]

HURRY! HURRY!

WE MAY NEED ANOTHER
HOT WATER BOTTLE.

HURRY! HURRY!

[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

OH!

IT'S A DAFFODIL.

I KNOW.

BUT YOU DON'T
UNDERSTAND.

I'VE NEVER SEEN
A DAFFODIL BEFORE.

THOU UNFEELING
CHILD.

DOES THOU NOT
HEAR THE NOISE

THAT'S
BEEN GOING ON
SINCE MORNING?

WHAT? THE TANTRUM?

LORD HAVE MERCY,
HE'LL DIE OF IT.

NO ONE EVER DIED
OF A TANTRUM.

HA HA HA!

I KNOW.

[CRASH]

OH, BOTHER!

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Colin: GET OUT!
GET OUT! GET OUT!

OUT!

OUT!

I HATE YOU!

[CRASH]

GET OUT!

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 CHILDREN.

IF YOU'RE
SO CLEVER,

GO IN THERE
YOURSELF.

I WOULD, BUT--

MARY LENNOX,
STOP WHERE YOU ARE.

YOU'RE THE ONE
THAT STARTED IT OFF,

YOU WORTHLESS
LITTLE SCAMP.

EVER SINCE I FOUND
YOU IN HIS ROOM,

HE'S BEEN GETTING
WORSE AND WORSE,

AND NOW HE SAYS
HE CAN FEEL A BUMP
ON HIS BACK,

AND WHOSE FAULT
IS IT?

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 ASKED ME.

HE WOULDN'T
LET ME GO.

AND NOW YOU CAN'T
EVEN TELL THE TRUTH.

MARY LENNOX!

I'M IN CHARGE
OF THIS CASE.

GET OUT!

I WON'T GET OUT!
GO AHEAD!

SCREAM YOUR HEAD OFF!
SEE IF I CARE!

Colin: GET OUT!
GET OUT! GET OUT!

I HOPE YOU DIE!
I HOPE YOU DIE!

GET OUT!

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!

AAH!

EVERYBODY HATES YOU!

GET OUT! GET OUT!
GET OUT!

GET OUT! GET OUT!

I WON'T! I WON'T!
I WON'T!

GET OUT!

YOU'RE MEAN,
AND NOBODY LIKES YOU!

MRS. MEDLOCK!

AND GO ON!
YELL YOUR HEAD OFF!

GET OUT!

SCREAM!

AAH!

SCREAM! SCREAM!

I CAN SCREAM LOUDER
THAN YOU CAN!

AAH!

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.

YOU NEVER MET ANYONE
AS BAD AS I AM.

YOU DON'T CARE
HOW I'LL NEVER
LIVE TO GROW UP.

YOU'LL LIVE
AS LONG AS I WILL.

YOU JUST SAY THAT
TO MAKE PEOPLE
DO WHAT YOU SAY.

I WILL DIE!
DON'T YOU DARE SAY
HOW I WON'T DIE!

YOU'RE PROUD THAT
YOU'RE GOING TO DIE.

IT MAKES YOU FEEL
A LITTLE 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.

[CRYING SOFTLY]

I DO WANT TO DIE,
MARY. REALLY, I DO.

YOU SHOULDN'T.

THERE'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 IT!

THERE, 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.

THAT'S IT.

Mary: WHY, THERE
ISN'T A BUMP
AS BIG AS A PIN.

JUST BACKBONE LUMPS,
AND I HAVE THOSE.
EVERYBODY HAS.

AND IF YOU EVER SAY
THERE'S A BUMP COMING,

IF YOU EVER
ONCE SAY IT,

WHY, I'LL LAUGH
AND LAUGH AND LAUGH.

MAKE EVERYBODY
GO AWAY.

Colin: MARY.

I'M TIRED.
HOLD MY HAND.

GO TO SLEEP.

MY FATHER ALWAYS
SAID THAT SOMEDAY
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'VE SEEN YOU.

TELL ME
A STORY, MARY.

TELL ME
A STORY ABOUT WHAT
YOU'VE 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, IT WAS
A LOVELY GARDEN

WITH WALLS
ALL AROUND IT

AND VINES
AND FLOWERS,

AND GROWNUPS
NEVER CAME THERE,
ONLY CHILDREN.

IT WAS JUST LIKE
A MAKE-BELIEVE GARDEN,

ONLY IT WASN'T
MAKE-BELIEVE.

THE LILACS AND THE TULIPS
AND THE DAFFODILS

WERE THE MOST
BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS
IN ALL THE WORLD,

AND NO ONE
COULD SEE THEM
EXCEPT THE CHILDREN.

OH, AND THE CHILDREN
WERE SO HAPPY.

THEY WERE NEVER MEAN,
AND THEY NEVER QUARRELED,

BUT SOMETIMES
THEY WISHED

ALL THE CHILDREN
IN ALL THE WORLD

COULD HAVE
A SECRET GARDEN
JUST LIKE THEIRS.

[RAVEN CAWING]

[SHEEP BLEATING]

[FOX BARKS]

HELLO.
THIS IS DICKON.

HELLO.

HELLO. SHE WANTS
A BIT OF BREAKFAST.

SHE'S FAIR STARVING.
IT WAS MEAN NOT TO
FEED HER SOONER,

BUT I THOUGHT
THOU MIGHT LIKE
TO FEED HER.

HERE.

THERE NOW.
THAT'S RIGHT.

JUST LIKE
A BABY.

WHAT'S THAT?

Mary: IT'S A FOX CUB.
DICKON FOUND IT ON THE MOORS.

Dickon:
HIS NAME'S CAPTAIN.

HE'S WHAT YOU MIGHT
CALL A VOLUNTEER.

COLIN, CAN YOU
KEEP A SECRET?

BUT YOU'VE GOT TO
SWEAR IT ON BLOOD
OR SOMETHING.

WHAT SECRET?

HERE. SWEAR ON THIS KEY
THAT YOU'LL NEVER, NEVER TELL.

TELL WHAT?

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.

IT'S JUST ABOUT
AN OLD GARDEN,

AND THAT'S
THE KEY.

AN OLD GARDEN FULL
OF THINGS IN BLOOM
AND LOVELY SMELLS,

AND NO ONE'S BEEN IN IT
FOR 10 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 IT LAST NIGHT.

AYE, AND MARY AND ME,
WE'VE 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.

WE MUST
TAKE THEE THERE
SO THOU MAY SEE IT.

OH, THAT'S DICKON.
HE'S ALWAYS TALKING
YORKSHIRE,

AND HE GETS ME
TALKING IT.

MUST I 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.

THE SERVANTS
LOOK AT ME AND...

ANYWAY, THAT STUPID OLD
DR. GRIDDLESTONE

IS COMING THIS MORNING.

HE'S BRINGING
ANOTHER DOCTOR FROM LONDON,

AND THEY'LL PROBABLY
SAY I'M WORSE.

DON'T PAY
ANY ATTENTION
TO ANY OLD DOCTORS.

AND ABOUT
THE SERVANTS,

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS TELL THEM TO KEEP
OUT OF THE GARDENS.

THEY HAVE TO DO
WHAT YOU SAY.

IT WOULD DO US
A BIG FAVOR.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

DON'T SAY ANYTHING.

SWEAR.

I SWEAR.

[RAVEN CAWING]

OH!

OH!

AAH! OOH!

HA HA HA!

NEVER IN ALL MY LIFE
HAVE I--

OH! OH!
CALL HIM OFF!

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

OH! OH! OH!

MY WIG!
MY WIG!

MY WIG!
GIVE ME MY WIG!

GIVE ME--OH!
MY WIG!

MY WIG! MY WIG! MY WIG!

[SHEEP BLEATING]

HA HA HA!

[COUGHS]

I'M DR. 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.

IF YOU'RE THE PATIENT,
AND I PRESUME YOU ARE,

I WONDER YOU'LL LIVE
TO SUCH A RIPE OLD AGE.

HA HA HA!

WHAT ARE THESE FOR?

I CAN'T WALK.

I DON'T BLAME
YOU, MY BOY.

IF I HAD TO LIVE
IN THIS HOUSE,

I'D WANT TO STAY
SAFE IN BED, TOO.

YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST RETIRE?

DR. 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, DOCTOR,

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 A 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.

Medlock: YOU
TERRIBLE CHILDREN!

THE IRONS STAY ON.

YOU CAN REST
ASSURED, DOCTOR,

I'LL TAKE
MY ORDERS
FROM YOU.

THANK YOU,
MRS. MEDLOCK.

IT IS, OF COURSE,
FOR MR. CRAVEN TO DECIDE.

I'LL REPORT THE WHOLE MATTER
TO HIM WITHOUT PREJUDICE.

DR. 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 GREENHOUSES.
I'LL HAVE NO ONE ABOUT.

DR. GRIDDLESTONE--

IN INDIA, MRS. MEDLOCK,

IT'S A CUSTOM
TO DO AS YOU'RE TOLD.

THAT WITCH!

LET HIM
HAVE HIS WAY.

POOR BOY.

HE'S HAD
A DIFFICULT
TIME OF IT.

I MAY SAY,
I'VE HAD

A DIFFICULT TIME
OF IT MYSELF.

WELL, GOOD DAY TO YOU.

OH, DR. GRIDDLESTONE,
I ASSURE YOU THIS WILL
NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

GOOD DAY.

GOOD DAY, MRS. MEDLOCK.

[RAVEN CAWING]

OH, NO.

NOT AGAIN.

[BLEATS]

IT'S RIGHT IN THERE,
BEHIND THOSE BUSHES.

[SHEEP BLEATS]

DICKON,
RIGHT NOW.

BEFORE THOU
GOES IN?

I WANT TO KNOW
RIGHT NOW.

[SOBS]

COLIN!

GO AWAY, BEN.

GO TO THE GREENHOUSES,
WEATHERSTAFF.

YOU WERE TOLD TO WORK
IN THE GREENHOUSES.

YOU WERE
WONDERFUL, COLIN.

I'D HOPED
I MIGHT WALK IN.

COULD YOU WHEEL ME?

AYE.

[UNLOCKING DOOR]

I WAS SO FRIGHTENED
THE FIRST TIME,

I COULD HARDLY
TURN THE LOCK.

THESE ARE ROSES.

THOSE ARE LILACS.

OH...

SEE
THE LITTLE LAKE?

I SHALL LIVE FOREVER.

I SHALL LIVE FOREVER.

[BELL TOLLING]

SEND
THE GENTLEMAN IN.

GOOD EVENING,
DR. 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 HEARD 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'LL ASSUME 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
HAVE DOUBLED MY FEE.

WHY DID YOU ARRIVE
WITH THAT LETTER?

CURIOSITY.

I MAY TELL YOU,
DR. FORTESCUE,

THAT WHEN I
ENGAGED YOU,

I ASSUMED YOU WERE
A DOCTOR OF MEDICINE.

WILL IT BE
IMPUDENT, SIR,

TO CALL A PHYSICIAN
OF YOUR STANDING

AN IMPOSTOR
AND A MOST DANGEROUS
CHARLATAN?

IT WOULD BE IMPUDENT.

I AM AN IMPUDENT MAN
MYSELF, MR. CRAVEN.

I COULD UNDERSTAND.

THERE IS HIS MOTHER.
YOU ASKED.

I MAY TELL YOU
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 10 YEARS,
DR. FORTESCUE,

MY SANITY HAS BEEN
A MATTER OF...

SHALL WE SAY,
TOUCH AND GO?

I'VE 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
VIVIFIED OTHERS.

I DON'T ENJOY
THE PROSPECT
OF GOING INSANE.

YOUR LETTER,
DR. FORTESCUE,

HAS MADE MY BALANCE
NO EASIER.

THAT WAS
ITS PURPOSE.

YOU ARE
A PASSIONATE
MAN, MR. CRAVEN.

YOU MAY LEAVE.

THAT'S A FINE
BOY YOU HAVE
UP THERE.

YOU OUGHT TO GO
AND SEE HIM
ONCE IN A WHILE.

I SAID
YOU MAY LEAVE.

I'M NOT
TOO CONCERNED

OF 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
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.

DO 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
NEAR THE 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
THOU TALKS.

WHY, I'M FAT, TOO.

I HAVEN'T GOT A SINGLE WRINKLE
LEFT IN MY STOCKINGS.

PERHAPS
WE SHOULDN'T LAUGH.

DR. GRIDDLESTONE'S
GETTING SUSPICIOUS.

HE KEEPS
ASKING ME WHAT
WE'VE 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
HAVE A TANTRUM.

A TANTRUM?

WHAT IF HE
DOESN'T FEEL
LIKE IT?

YOU 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?

'TIS LIKE
DICKON SAYS,

I DON'T FEEL
LIKE IT.

MEN!

THOU COULD HAVE ONE.

SOMEBODY HAS TO
HAVE A TANTRUM.

DICKON'S
NOT THE SORT.

THOU, MARY.

OH, DEAR.

I DON'T FEEL
LIKE A TANTRUM, EITHER.

OH, WHAT'S WRONG
WITH US?

[RAVEN CAWING]

WHAT'S WRONG
WITH HIM?

HE'S ANGRY.

IT MUST BE
THE COMING
OF WINTER.

[CAWING]

Colin: MARY!

RUN AND HIDE!

I CAN'T. DICKON!

Dickon: QUICK!

OPEN THE GATE.

I HATE HIM!
I HATE HIM!

HE HAD HIS ORDERS.
I'LL DISCHARGE HIM.

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT
TO BE HERE, WEATHERSTAFF.

NOR DOES THEE.
GET THEE BACK
TO THE HOUSE.

SPYING ON US.
I SUPPOSE YOU'LL
TELL MRS. MEDLOCK.

I'VE KNOWN WHERE
THOU WAS ALL SUMMER,
AND I'VE 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 WOULD HAPPEN
IF HE FOUND THEE HERE.

IF WHO
FOUND US HERE?

THY FATHER.
THY FATHER'S HERE

WITH SOME GENTLEMAN
FROM LONDON.

LET HIM NOT
FIND THEE HERE,
I BEG OF THEE.

DICKON!

I HATE YOU!
I HATE EVERYBODY!

[WIND HOWLING]

[WINDOW OPENS]

UH!

DICKON.

HEAVEN HELP ME
FROM COMING
THROUGH THE HALL

AND GETTING LOST
IN THIS GHOST TRAP.

IT WAS EASIER
COMING UP THE VINE.

DICKON, WHAT IS IT?
WHAT'S HAPPENED?

CAN THOU FIND A WAY
TO COLIN'S ROOM?

YES.

TAKE HOLD
OF ME HAND, MARY.

IF I GET LOST
IN THIS WUTHERING HOUSE,

I'LL SHOW THEE
WHAT A TANTRUM IS.

Colin: MARY.

I THOUGHT IT WAS
GOING TO BE
MY FATHER.

THOU 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 THOU SEES THY FATHER,
SAY NAUGHT ABOUT THE GARDEN.

OF COURSE
I WOULDN'T.

AYE, BUT JUST THE SAME,
WHEN I TELL THEE BEN'S STORY--

BEN WEATHERSTAFF'S
BEEN 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'VE NEVER SEEN--

AFRAID TO TELL, YET FEARING
TO COME TO THEE OR MARY

BECAUSE THOU
MIGHT NOT LISTEN.

SO HE CAME TO ME.

WHAT DID HE SAY?

THOU KNOWS THE OLD TABLE
AND THE BROKEN CHAIR

AND THE AX
IN THE OLD OAK TREE?

THY MOTHER...
MARY AND ME, WE KNEW.

WE 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.

THY FATHER LOVED THY 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
THY MOTHER BACK
TO THE HOUSE,

AND THERE SHE DIED
AFTER THEE WAS BORN.

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO
TELL ME ABOUT IT?

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 YET UP,
THY FATHER CAME BACK.

HIS EYES WERE
LIKE BLOODY GHOSTS
FROM THE WEEPING

AND HIS MIND
GONE FROM HIM

AND AN AX
IN HIS HAND.
THE AX.

HE TRIED TO
CHOP DOWN THE TREE.

HE TRIED TO KILL THE TREE
THAT KILLED THY MOTHER--

CHOPPING, CHOPPING,
AND THE TREE STRONGER

THAN THY FATHER'S
CRIPPLED BACK.

HE COULDN'T
CHOP IT DOWN, COLIN,

AND HE FELL TO THE GROUND
WITH THE AX 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 SUNUP,

AND THY 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'D LOCK
THE GARDEN AND BURY THE KEY

AND IF EVER A HUMAN BEING
LAID EYES ON IT AGAIN,

HE'D SEE THE GARDEN
DESTROYED FOREVERMORE.

HE'D TEAR OUT THE VINES,
THE ROSES, THE LILACS.

HE'D SEE THE TREES CUT DOWN
AND NOTHING LEFT.

HE'D MIX SALT WITH THE EARTH
AND BLIGHT THE DIRT.

THAT WAS WHAT HE SWORE.

OUR GARDEN.

'TWAS 10 YEARS AGO.
A MAN CAN CHANGE.

I CAN'T BELIEVE
HE'D STILL DO IT.

YOU DON'T
KNOW HIM.

WHAT KIND OF 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 HAVE LOVED
MY MOTHER VERY MUCH.

MOTHER.

I SUPPOSE...
I MEAN, I SUPPOSE

WE'RE 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!

[CRYING]

MARY.

YOU TOLD ME
A STORY ONCE...

ABOUT
A SECRET GARDEN

THAT NO ONE
BUT CHILDREN
COULD SEE...

AND GROWNUPS
NEVER CAME.

THE CHILDREN
WERE VERY HAPPY.

IT'S A LONG TIME
TILL WE'RE GROWNUPS.

WE'RE GOING TO
BE HAPPY.

NOTHING'S EVER
GOING TO HAPPEN
TO OUR GARDEN.

NO ONE'S EVER
GOING TO KNOW.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

MY FATHER.
HIDE!

YOU'RE AWAKE.

WHERE WERE YOU
WHEN I ARRIVED
THIS AFTERNOON?

I ASKED FOR YOU,
AND NO ONE KNEW.

I WAS OUT-OF-DOORS.

I CAME BACK
AS SOON AS I HEARD
YOU WERE HERE.

MRS. MEDLOCK
TELLS ME YOU'VE SPENT

MUCH OF THE SUMMER
OUT-OF-DOORS.

I'M SURPRISED.

THE HOUSE
GETS STUFFY.

BUT WHAT DO YOU DO?
YOU CAN'T RUN AND PLAY.

I WATCH
THE OTHERS--

MARY LENNOX AND
THE NEIGHBOR BOY.

WHERE DO YOU GO?

NOWHERE, FATHER.
JUST OUT-OF-DOORS.

I'M TAKING YOU
TO ITALY
FOR THE WINTER.

TO ITALY?

YES, YOU AND I.

I'VE BEEN
A WRETCHED FATHER.

I'LL 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?

I'M SELLING
THE HOUSE.

I'VE 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'VE ALWAYS
HATED IT.

WHY DO YOU WANT ME
TO KEEP IT NOW?

YOU CAN'T SELL IT!

STOP THIS NONSENSE.
I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU.

I WON'T LEAVE IT!

I'D DIE! YOU CAN'T
SELL IT! YOU CAN'T!

STOP IT!

OH, COLIN, MY SON.
WE'LL GO AWAY.

WE'LL RID OURSELVES
OF THIS PLACE,

AND WE'LL NEVER
COME BACK.

I'VE 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 THERE'S
STILL TIME.

I OWE YOU EVERYTHING
A FATHER CAN OWE A SON.

WE'LL BE
VERY HAPPY, PAPA.

THANK YOU. WE'LL
LEAVE FOR ITALY
IN A FEW DAYS.

[DOOR CLOSES]

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
YOU HAVE 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'VE POKED ABOUT
SUFFICIENTLY.

HMM. SHALL WE
GO IN?

THANK YOU.

I'LL GIVE YOU
MY CHECK.

OUR LAWYERS IN TOWN
WILL ARRANGE

THE BALANCE
OF 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.

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'D 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 BUSINESSMAN,
AND I WANT

A SECRET GARDEN
AND GHOSTS.

IF YOU ACTUALLY
EXPECT VALUABLE PLANTS,
YOU'LL BE DISAPPOINTED.

THE GARDEN'S BEEN
LOCKED FOR 10 YEARS.

NO ONE'S BEEN IN IT
IN THAT TIME.

IT'S INHABITED, IN ALL
PROBABILITY, BY WEEDS.

I BEG YOUR PARDON?

WHY, IT'S AS BEAUTIFULLY
KEPT A GARDEN
AS I'VE 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 IT'S YOUR GARDEN,
AND I TELL YOU,
IT'S MAGNIFICENT.

I TELL YOU,
NOBODY'S BEEN IN IT
FOR 10 YEARS.

NOBODY'S BEEN IN IT
FOR 10 YEARS.

BEN WEATHERSTAFF.

SIR?

GET ME
BEN WEATHERSTAFF.

HE'S SOMEWHERE
IN THE GROUNDS,
SIR. YES, SIR.

NEVER MIND.
THAT'S ALL.

I'M SELLING
THE HOUSE,
MR. BROMLEY,

TO ESCAPE,
IF POSSIBLE,

THE TEMPTATION
OF MADNESS.

IT WOULD SEEM
THAT THE GODS

HAVE ARRANGED FOR ME
ONE LAST CHANCE.

I'VE RESISTED
AS LONG AS I CAN.

[RAVEN CAWS]

MR. CRAVEN, SIR.

GET AWAY.

YOU MUST NOT
GO IN THERE.

GET AWAY,
OR I'LL KILL YOU.

Mary: THE RAVEN,
DICKON.

Dickon:
MAYBE IT'S BEN.

LOCK THE GATE.

YOU.

PLEASE!
PLEASE, MR. CRAVEN!

WE WERE JUST
LEAVING.

GET AWAY FROM ME!

WE WON'T DO IT
AGAIN. PLEASE,
MR. CRAVEN!

COLIN!

COLIN.

FATHER.

IT'S OUR GARDEN.

PLEASE...

PLEASE DON'T HURT
OUR GARDEN.

PAPA.

YOU SHOULD HAVE
COME SOONER.

YOU SHOULD HAVE
SEEN THE LILACS.

Dickon: THOU MAY SEE
THEM NEXT YEAR, SIR.

THEY'LL BE
BETTER BY FAR.

NEXT YEAR?

COLIN WILL BE
HELPING US
PRUNE THEM.

THOU MAY
HELP US, TOO.

OH.

[CAW]

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