Original subtitles

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY TURNER ENTERTAINMENT GROUP AND U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION

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.

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