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The Secret Garden (1949)
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You get used to it when you've been out East a bit. the Cholera, the Plague it strikes white men and native Men, women and children, they die by the thousands. The cholera makes no distinction. For a long while nobody knows who's dead and who got away to the hills. Nobody knows but the vultures circling . . . waiting Mostly this is what you have afterwards An empty place with no breathing soul . . . It's not England, Barney. I venture to say that you'll get used to it. You haven't been here long enough I have . . . . Sadea and 'er husband, no children identified. I had tea on this verandah 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. Who are you? I might ask, miss, who are you? My name is Mary Lennox and you haven't answered my question. Where's my servant ? where's cook ? Sadee said my servant was ill and then Sadee never came back. Are you a relative of the Lennox's? I told you my name was Mary Lennox My father is Mr John Lennox and my mother is Mrs John 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. She ran away, didn't I tell you. Humph !! . . he's a silly looking man, isn't he? . . with a silly looking hat. They was identified Sir. Well, be certain Mr & Mrs John Lennox check it again They died at the hospital Sir. No mistake What's up Sir? what's in there? Their little girl. I never knew they had any children. Who's he? Well he's my orderly, his name is Barney. Why does he look so funny? You needn't 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, oh .... You never come in here Mary? Of course not. Children aren't permitted in the front of the house. Don't you know anything? I came here once I didn't see you. Is that why? Of course it's why. She'll never see those . . . I never even knew Mrs Lennox had a little girl. Has she any more children? No well can't you see I'm the only one here in the house. Oh I meant home in England perhaps? Have you a Grandmother ? Somebody else home in England? Haven't you any Aunts or Uncles? What's wrong with that man? He's a common soldier, he should be standing at attention. Barney..... Yes Sir! He looks funny. Never mind about Barney. There's something I've . . . . . . . got to tell you. I shant 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. But w. w.. what I'm trying to say is You must trust me They're dead too Ma ma 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 her, she's dead! and whos going to take care of me! On the boat to England This is good of you, Nurse looking after so many of them the whole long voyage to England. Oh they looked after themselves they became great friends. Poor things, all of them orphans Say goodbye Muriel darling "Goodbye Muriel" ! Bye . .goodbye . . . bye... goodbye.. goodbye . . bye. . Her Grandmother hasn't got any money I heard Nurse say so I hope my aunt's half a nice as Muriel's grandmother Your Aunt probably hasn't got any money either I'm going to live with my Uncle in a great house in Yorkshire It has a hundred rooms . . and I shall have acres and acres of gardens and a great many servants My Uncle is Mr. Archibald Craven and he has a great deal of money. Your Uncle'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! No, not just as we are saying goodbye Can I help you? These are the orphans from India I presume? Which one is Mary Lennox? Are you Mrs Medlock? Yes This one Hmmm. . . Unattractive, isn't she? Oh .......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 God! Children. . children Mrs Medlock Mmgh... Are we crossing the moors? A bad night Mrs Medlock Bad indeed Charles, a long and nasty journey Is Mr Pitcher about? Yes Maam Fetch him will you? Wait here a minute child Good Evening Madam Something amiss? Oh. . oh . . No sir, it's just the children on the boat said that . . . you were a hunchback. He doesn't want to see her. So long as I know what's expected of me. What's expected of you Mrs Medlock is that he doesn't see what he doesn't want to see. Well and Good Mr Pitcher He's leaving for London late tomorrow. Her rooms are ready Good night Miss Mary Come along Why I thought he was my uncle Mr Pitcher? He's just Mr Craven's man. Rules the roost like the high and mighty I might add. No better than me. Well? What's down there? The hundred rooms? Never you mind what's down there. Come along Here's where you play, there's where you sleep. You might have a bright word Tore out everything for you, he did. Painting, furnishing Trips to London for clothes and such I had my hands full, I can tell you. You might say, you're thankful . What's down that hall? Now let things be understood, You play here you sleep there Down the stairs on the right is the kitchen and the outdoors All that, youre welcome But don't you go poking about the house. Why didn't my uncle want to see me? I came all the way from India and his lights on and 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 the queer one Well I don't want to see him Hmm you're a queer one too I heard somebody crying I told you, no gadding about the house I wasn't gadding about I heard somebody crying I'm sure I heard somebody crying The wind off the moors , wuthering around the house and you talk about someone crying Goodnight Herrr . . . Thar awake? Who are you? Why . . . I'm Martha What does thy think of thy room ? I hate it What's so funny? Well eh If you don't like it then look out a window Look at the moors I hate them Why you've non seen them yet Don't say that . . because they're bare and lonely with the winter time You wait until it's Spring and Summer and the gorse and the heather are smelling high with honey and the Skylarks making noises . . ah What kind of language are you talking? Yorkshire Miss Whom Mrs Medlock she say I'll be a servant ever what with Yorkshire drooling from my tongue like rancid butter ha ha ha ha rancid butter Say but the good Lord knows, I'll never speak a proper language Are you my servant? Well there ... Aye, you might say I'm Mrs. Medlocks servant and then .. then you might say that Mrs. Medlocks Mr. Cravens servant and thee are ..... . . thy are Mr. Cravens niece . so in a manner of speaking I'm thy servant. Aye ! What's so funny? I'm always laughing Martha In a minute Martha! In a minute! Wait . . . eh but thars thin My pillow's on the floor, pick it up! What thy needs is exercise Fresh air , good food and exercise a plenty That's what my mother says will do for the skinniest and she should know, my mother, she was raising 10 of us I said my pillows on the floor, pick it up. Oh pick it up by yourself and have a bit of exercise . . for start thee I want another servant! In India it's the custom for servants to do as they're told. and she doesn't laugh! My servant never laughs ... never! I hate you !! My Uncle doesn't want to see me and . . nobody will do as I say. I can't go anywhere Aye . . dreadful Get away from me! GO AWAY !! There there now ... Their feels strange here After thy've had thy porridge and got thy self dressed Thy can go out and play My brother Dickon will be coming up to see thee Your brother ? Aye . . . . . Dickon . . . thy like Dickon What a wonder, for growing things and the animals Half lives on the moors he does almost like an animal himself My mother told him to go and play with that poor child, she said all by herself , up in that great lone house Thay'll be a right fond of Dickon I never saw such a servant Does thoust think I play with thy brother I ..I mean do you think I play with your brother ? I hate him I hate him I hate you! Go away! Aye . . Get thee self dressed Wait a minute Aren't you going to dress me? What! Well in India it's the custom Thy canna dress thyself ? Of course I can, it's just . . . . I do not eat porridge I said, I do not eat porridge It's breakfast I don't want any breakfast, Mrs. Medlock, . . . I'm going for a walk in the garden Well don't be so cocky about it Go away go away GO AWAY That's frightened him Now be the most quiet Com on, did she frighten ye Com on then com on Thou must be the one from India I'm Mary Lennox Aye I'm Dickon My sister Martha swore they'd be black at least dark brown Hmmph!! That's frightened him What are you doing here? Where did you come from? I came to the moor place I've watched you go bout the garden There's no way in In where? The 'Secret Garden' . He locked the gate long years ago Who locked the gate ? The master . . . Mr Craven Thy Uncle What you know about I know what's said He locked the gate and buried the key and neer a souls been in there since I don't believe you you know why I don't believe you, . because there isn't any gate . . . I looked Yeah so ave I Com on com on com on then You know everything, . don't you? Only what's said Who cares about an old garden, I don't That's why thee run about it so often ? What were you doing, hiding in the bushes watching me I came to play with thee My mother said thy might be lonely Well I'm not and I don't play with any servants brother I've never heard of anything so ridiculous Thar can just go home . . . . I mean you can just go home Thou must learn not to frighten animals My mother sends thee a skippin rope A what? A skippin rope Tha can play with a skippin rope Dickon, I ..... Hey for a young lady that took no porridge for breakfast, are suddenly making up at tea time I'm not hungry I'm just eating Give me another biscuit The rate thou going thy'll soon resemble something lovelier than a slat Hey . . . . What's that? A skipping rope . . . any fool knows that So thy saw Dickon Did thy ever meet such a lad? No I haven't So that's what you do with it Of course . . Any fool knows that . . . Do you mean to tell me in India, they have no skipping ropes? very undignified Can you hand me another biscuit Aye . . . . Martha? Why would someone lock up a garden and bury the key? So Dickon told you? I was just wondering How long it's been locked up ? I'm just a servant maid, I have no head for such matters Martha I heard somebody crying last night when I went to the ... I'm sure I heard somebody cry It was the scullery maid Aye it was last night Yes she had a toothache What a fearful row Mrs. Medlock said it was the wind Oh . . . . She did? Martha Has my Uncle left the landing yet He leaves tonight Miss Why thou ask? I'm going to see my Uncle. I don't care whether he wants to see me or not. You'll speak to Mrs. Medlock This is the funniest house I ever seen in all my life Gardens locked up, rooms you can't go into People crying and nobody will say anything I'll make my Uncle explain things Child, thy does not know thy Uncle Mary! Mary !! Mary !!! Mary ? Martha ! Martha!!! You ! What you doing here, what you want? I want to go back to my room Next time you'll stay where you belong Mrs. Medlock . . . . . . . I What was in that room ? Go to bed Where have you been ? No where Your Uncle wants to see you. He's leaving for London. I don't want to see him Mary ! Your Uncle wants to see you We're keeping him waiting Miss Mary, Sir. Come closer Closer Yes Sir I hoped you might be beautiful No Sir You're welcome in this house I shall be leaving for London in a few minutes, I spend as little time here myself as possible You'll be alone You'll find my being away of no great loss to you . . . . I'm not amusing, . . . I keep to myself, . . . I have my books, I drink I'd hoped you might be beautiful Is anything particular you want ? No Sir Is there anything you care to ask me? I shall be gone a long time Yes Sir, Just . . . Just what ? Who's the Lady in the picture? My wife, she's dead. She died 10 years ago. This is an excellent house for bitterness for regret for anger against the Gods! It's a poor house for children Mary. But perhaps you're equal to it I'm not, goodnight . . . One One Bother !!! Oh ! . . . Hello I'm Mary Lennox from India Who are you? I'm Ben Weatherstaff and I'm the head gardener and I come from here abouts What was thou doin beside the wall ? The wall . . er what wall ? Oh, oh I was just skipping rope, I'm always skipping rope. Lets see thee skippin Oh I don't feel like it right now Mr Weatherstaff, what kind of bird is that ? Him? A Raven Has thee never seen a raven before ? Well in India we have lots of other birds Oh Look at you . . Why he likes me ! Thay might say it comes natural Thar 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 thar ask ? Oh I was just wondering Have you ? Perhaps In the old days How long has it been locked up? Ten years, . . come Summer Ten years ? What of that ? Oh Nothing My Uncle just happened to mention We were having a little talking and he said Mrs. Craven .... Gee told thee about it ? N. n.. not exactly Let him tell thee the rest of it Be off !!! Both of thee !! Well . . well good day Mr. Weatherstaff . . . Stop following me . . . . go away ! It's alright as long as you don't make yourself so conspicuous Bound to be a gate . . somewhere You're disgusting Well I suppose we all have to eat sometimes They could have walled it up, so there isn't any gate Why should he want to do that ? No I'm not going to look, I saw what you did last time. I'm not going to help you I . I . I was just digging for worms He was hungry What's in thar pocket ? Oh . oh . My skipping rope That's all, just my skipping rope One . . . . two . . . . three . . . . four five . . six . . . seven . . . eight . . nine . . . You're a ghost ! I'm not at all a ghost Are you ? No I'm Colin Crane and who are you ? I'm Mary Lennox Mr. Craven's my uncle He's my father Your father ? Right So I have a cousin But you can't be the one who was making all that noise. . . When ? The night Mr. Craven left for London Oh . . Oh yes 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 Course not Doctor Griddlestone says I have the worst tantrums south of the Scottish border. It's 85 miles from the Scottish border I looked it up on the map Well I never . . You may ask Doctor Griddlestone Why hasn't anyone ever told me about you ? Oh they're not allowed to talk about me Who won't allow it? Your Father ? No . . I won't allow it They have to do what I say I don't like to be looked at either A lady looked at me . . . she said once. . . said poor child and put her face not that far from mine What did you do ? I barked like a dog and she ran away ! Well I never in all my life . . . Why don't you liked to be looked at ? Because I'm a cripple Of course you didn't know Yes I'm a cripple . . . . . as wood, cripple Don't you hate it ? W .. w .. Well I never really thought about it, I really I can't move my legs I can't move them an inch ! I'll tell you something else If I live to grow up . . I've got a hump on my back ! Horrid isn't it ? Well I really | Sor alright I shan't live to grow up . . How do you know ? Oh everybody says so . . . Even though I'm listening I keep my eyes closed so they think I'm asleep That's what they say I'll never live to grow up I don't believe you ! Well I don't . . . how does anybody know ? I don't know whether I like you or not And I don't believe you're going to get a hump on your back Don't say that ! Well I don't . If you're going to get one, where is it ? Don't you dare talk like that !! Sometimes I can almost feel it ! Go away ! I don't want to see you again never! never !! No ! Stay here !! I swear to goodness. . . I've never met anyone like you in all my life Didn't you ? Honestly ? Doesn't anyone ever come to see you ? Oh . . . my father He doesn't like to see me though . . . He doesn't come very often Why doesn't he like to see you ? Oh he knows when I grow up . . I'll be just like him He hates me Course I shan't live to grow up 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 ten years old How did you know ? Well your father said that . . well What ? Oh . .nothing. . . Just that she died ten years ago Colin Do you know anything about a secret garden ? A garden that's been all locked up . . . and no ones been into for . . . Oh . . . ten years ? I never go outdoors I detest going outdoors ! Well, have you ever heard anyone say That's silly, if there was any such place I'd made them show it to me But oh . . 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's an accident That's her over there Pull the curtain ! Beautiful isn't she ? Have you ever seen anyone so . . . strong looking ? That's enough, close the curtains People must do as I say, 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 mine Really ? She never let anyone see me because I wasn't pretty You needn't think hating your mother's so special So wicked for you , after all your mother isn't dead Oh yes she is ! She is ? Really ? You must tell me about yourself someday . . . Well/ Not now . . . Colin ? Colin, you don't know where it was that your mother was killed ? You act as if you know something I don't . . I don't like people who know things I don't know I don't like secrets It was somewhere on the grounds, that's all I know I'm sleepy You may come and play with me tomorrow Do you know what you remind me off ? a young Rajah A rajah ? That's a kind of king, isn't it ? In India. I like that . . a rajah . . . What'd you say your name is ? . . Mary ! You may sing me to sleep, Mary . . . .That's a strange song . . . . . . . I must ask you about it some day . . . Are you Dickon's mother ? I am Thou must be Mary Lennox Oh thank you so much for the skipping rope, Mrs. Sowerby Do you think if I spoke to Dickon, Dickon would speak to me ? Thou might try and see . . He's caring for the little un Oh . . . what's that ? A fox cub . . his name's Captain Is now you're still angry with me ? When was I ever angry with thee ? Oh good Well Dickon, I've got so many secrets, I'm dying, I'm just dying Theyre seems most healthy I don't mean that kind of dying, it's just that . . . . Oh Dickon, I need you terribly, terribly . . . All you have to do is listen to me What good's a secret if there's no to tell it to . . . First you must swear . I swear Oh good There's a secret boy you know A what ? A secret boy. . . .he lives in one of those hundred rooms Nobody ever gets to see him, He's 10 years old and he doesn't go anywhere and he's Mr. Cravens 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, cares him some Why I was never so disappointed in all my life I hate you . . . . I hate you What's that ? Thar knows everything . . . Not a great deal I don't The Garden The Secret Garden . . You found the gate ? No not yet Dickon, wait for me . . .Wait for me ! It's bound to be behind those bushes What if there is no gate ? What if he sealed the wall up with stone ? If he'd done that, then why bury the key ? That's not sensible Look there He's always working behind those bushes It's the only place I haven't had a chance to look Good Mornin Go away go away . . go away What ails thee ? Do you know what . . I'm afraid they sealed the door Dickon ! Oh Dickon Thar ? Ah true . . . . Tis dinner time The key Dickon ! Oh . . . . Open it up Dickon . . .please Grand me Mary an none else have seen this in 10 years How that old bush would bloom with a bit of pruning Why you could come Dickon, there will be known success Lilacs Such Lilacs What are Lilacs ? Has never seen Lilacs ? Mary. . . In India thy never spied a lilac bush in bloom ? Thy'll see Lilacs Dickon ! Dickon look, somethings coming up already Daffodils I can't tell you what a daffodils like, except it's yellow Oh Dickon we can take care of them Aye, we can come here everyday We can dig around them and get rid of all those weeds We can make it just the way it used to be and nobody would know, just us . . . Oh, what a secret . . Aye ! What . . . two ? Colin said his mother had an accident that a tree fell on her or a limb or something you don't suppose ? Aye . . . Just the two of them . . they were taking their tea . . Mr. Craven over there Oh how dreadful . . He locked up the garden and left things just as they were Could be . . I always heard it was her garden and none came here but just herself and the master and ole Ben Weatherstaff Ben ? Aye . . he tended it Just the two of them . . . . .taking their tea. . . and then the limb of the tree fallen 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 . . and it he loved her . . . it must have been an accident it just must have . . . . Aye A man . . . let's say . . .who had done a bad thing he'd not leave his axe for all to see Of course he did lock up the garden and bury the key Well . . . all the same of the master . . . I've not seen him . . . but from all I've heard tell . . . he's a shy and a crippled man . . Thar's met him Mary would . . thar say he was the sort of a man to . . . . . . to . . I don't know Dickon Mary . . it's ten long years and I can't put my mind on dead things in the Spring time I'm not going to think about it either I'm not going to think about it one bit ! Thou's not such a bad looking lass at that Why, thou's blushing like a beet Now we need a hoe Two hoes, one for you and one for me You might make a list of what we need We have to have something to cut away all that dead stuff I hate dead stuff, don't you ? Thou's an odd one, Mary Why I'm not odd, one bit I don't know what you're talking about It's lunchtime and I'm hungry I'll meet you here at two o'clock Dickon ? Did you really mean what you said about . . . . . .that I'm not so bad looking ? There they were . . Lions all around me ! I'll finish the story some other time | Mary Lennox! I told Martha that if you didn't tell me stories this afternoon, I'd have a tantrum ! But if Mrs. Medlock should find out | I'll fire Mrs. Medlock She has to do what I say, everybody has to do what I say Now you finish that story Well the lions attacked me of course And the elephants ? Well the lions attacked me of course And the elephants ? So the elephants were tame, they were helping me What'd you do ? Well I hid behind the tree like this . . and the elephants all lined up in front of me like this . . . The lions were over there . . and they all roared like this . . and the elephants all went with their trunks like this . . What time is it ? It's only three o'clock What . .what happened then ? Never mind what happened then ? You're not going to go ? What happened then ? Well I ran home, the last I heard, the elephants were fighting the lions Your story doesn't come out very well Well 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 want to play with me instead, whichever you choose I'll play with you some other time. . . I have to meet Dickon Who's Dickon ? Oh a boy I know I don't like him ! You don't like anything I do ! I want you to stay here and play with me Oh Colin, I don't want you to be angry with me . . but I promised Dickon Like a not, some common and dirty little boy! He is not !!! Common dirty common dirty Don't you talk that way about Dickon !! Why he's the most wonderful . . . ..the most... I'm leaving !! Here I am ill, . . I can't walk . . and you won't stay and play with me Oh Colin, please stop crying I can't help it if I cry I'm not happy I want somebody to play with me You won't play with me . . you don't like me !! Oh stop it, I do like you ! You don't ! You don't ! You don't !! I can't walk like other boys, I'm ill . . You don't care, you don't even care if I'll ever live to grow up Oh stop it, you'll live as long as I will ! I won't I won't !! You will, you will !! and in future | Get out of here!!! Get out of here, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I don't ever want to 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 I ever find you here again I'll have to talk to your uncle You understand me !? You're only living here by your uncle's kindness Did you hear what I said ? yes Mrs. Medlock Oh I'm so ill, Mrs. Medlock What a wretched child. . . I'll die Mrs. Medlock I want to die There there I've got dear Doctor Griddlestone to see you She wouldn't go . . and I couldn't get out of bed . . Poor boy . . Our poor helpless boy We'll never let this happen again Will we Mrs. Medlock ? Never ! Never . . Poor boy . . . Now . . have you been taking all the medicine I left you last time ? Oh yes Doctor Griddlestone And I'm sure that you'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 Hello Dickon will come back soon His spelling isn't very good but he'll come back Then we'll help all we can Maybe it'll live and grow and have a flower Just the way we like them Dickon and I We may need another hot water bottle . . Hurry Hurry It's a daffodil I know But you don't understand I've never seen a daffodil before Thou unfeelin child Did not hear the noise that's being going on since this morning ? That's a tantrum Lord have mercy, he'll die of it . . . He will never die of a tantrum I know ! Oh Bah ! Get out get out get out !! I hate you You're doing all the wrong things The nerve . . . . I only said you're doing all the wrong things Go away child, he's hysterical do you hear . . hysterical Why of all the nonsense You act like the children If you're so clever, go in there yourself Why I would . . . . Mary . . Mary Lennox stop where you are ! Mrs. Medlock You're the one that started him off your recklessness Ever since I found you in his room, he's been getting worse and worse But Mrs. Medlock. And now he says he can feel the bump on his back And whose fault is that ? Stop shaking me Mrs. Medlock ! I'll let your uncle know You'll be sent away ! Youre making me angry Mrs. Medlock ! I'm making you angry ? Why you cold hearted little animal What you did to that poor boy Breaking into his room . . taunting him . . teasing him But Mrs. Medlock, He likes me He wouldn't let me go And now you can't even tell the truth ! Nay nay I'm in charge of this case ! Get out !!! I won't get out !! Push your head off. . . .see if I care If I have to I'll get out !!! I hate you !! Why ? You lied to Mrs. Medlock You don't care what you say You only care about yourself, you're mean and selfish Stop being so proud of yourself I'm worse than you are I hate you, I hate you !! I hate YOU !! Everybody hates you !! Get out get out !! get out ..... get ooouuuttt !!! . . youre mean ! Go on , yell your head off ! Get out ! Scream !! Scream !! I can scream louder than you can ! I told you so ! Nurse Mrs. Medlock and don't start that crying again I can scream louder than you can and I can cry harder too although I'm not going to . . Why you never met anyone as bad as I am You don't care how I'll never live to grow up Oh stop it, you'll live as long as I will You say that to make people do as you say I will die Don't you dare say that I won't die Well you're proud that you're going to die It makes you feel more special, it makes you feel important. . You're proud ! . . nurse . . Don't you think I don't know all the tricks I was worse the day I was born. . than you are this very minute and don't start that crying I won't listen I do want to die, Mary really I do You shouldn't 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 tis . . . 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 No Please ! I'm not going to hurt you . . Now there's a good boy, just a minute There we are . . . . now turn over . . come along now. . . Why there isn't a bump as big as a pin It's just backbone lumps . . and I had those . . .everybody had and if you ever say there's a bump coming up If you ever once say it Well . . I'll laugh and laugh and laugh . . . . .make everybody go away. . . Mary? . . . . . I'm tired goodnight Go to sleep My father always said that some day I'd be like him He likely believes it Grownups can be awfully silly But let's not think about him It's been so awfully long since I'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 . . . . with vines and flowers . . . . . and grownups never came there . . only children . . It was just like the make believe garden . . . only it wasn't make believe the Lilacs and the Tulips . . . . . and the Daffodils with the most beautiful flowers of all the world . . and no one could see them . . . just the children Oh and the children were so happy . .they were never mean and they never quarrelled Sometimes we wished . . . all the children in all the world . . . . .could have a secret garden . . . . just like this. . . Hello . . . this is Dickon Hello Hello She wants a bit of breakfast She very starving It was mean not to feed her sooner But I thought thar might like to feed her Yeah . . . . . . . that's right . . just like a baby . . What's that ? It's a fox cub . . . Dickon found it on the moors His name'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 ? Well how can I tell you unless you swear How can I swear unless I know what I'm swearing about ? We can tell him Mary It's just about an old garden . . . and that's the key . . and our own garden . . . . full of things in bloom . . and lovely smells . . and no one's been in it for ten whole years . . . . but just Mary and me .. The 'Secret Garden' ? Mary I thought it was just a story you were making up . . why I dreamt about it last night . . Aye and Mary and me , we think of nought else, . . since we first found it We dreamed how fine it could be . . and the weeds all gone . . . and the roses pruned . . . . and none but us to see it. . We must take you there so thou may see it Oh that's Dickon, he's always talking Yorkshire . then he gets me talking . . Must thou talk Yorkshire ? no you don't have to do anything Just swear that you won't tell . .and then we'll show the garden to you ! I never go outdoors . . . Servants look at me and . . . anyway that stupid old Doc Griddlestone's coming this morning He's bringing another Doctor from London and . . . . they'll probably say I'm worse Well don't pay any attention to any old doctors . . and about the servants . . . all you have to tell them is to keep out of the garden They have to do what you say You'd do us a big favour Don't say anything Swear ! I swear Oh ! oh ! . never in all my life . . . . my wig! . .my wig. . my wig . . give me my wig . . my wig! . . I'm Doctor Fortescue You'll pardon me my boy but I practice in London Is all this customary on a rural call ? I'm beginning to understand why your father thought Doctor Griddlestone needed a little help . . and if you're the patient and I presume you are I wonder if you'll live to such a ripe old age. And what are these for ? I can't walk I can believe you my boy . . If I had to live in this house, I'd want to stay safe in bed too You're old enough, why don't you just retire ? Doctor Fortescue, I'm so ashamed What did you lose ? What ? I thought you said this boy was ill ? I beg your pardon Sir ? Why don't you sell that stuff to the rag and bone man? What are you trying to do, build a bridge ? You speak most unprofessionally Sir ! If you think that what happened this morning to . . . . poor Doctor 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 purpose Fear is a disease. . . . fear can waste muscles. . . .destroy men, paralyse nations . . You're not the first my boy, nor the last I prescribe fresh air, . . exercise, . . wild animals and children . . and take off those irons ! I write the prescription on the wind You ! . . terrible children ! The irons stay on You can rest assured Doctor, I take my orders from you Thank you Mrs. Medlock Tis of course for Mr. Craven to decide. I'll report the whole matter to him . . without prejudice Doctor Griddlestone I'm going outdoors . . You're not ! . . you'll catch cold You'll allow me to go outdoors Mrs Medlock or I can make myself quite difficult You'll tell the servants to stay in the house Dickon will wheel me Tell Ben Weatherstaff and the gardeners to work in the green houses I'll have no one about Doctor Griddlestone . . . In India Mrs. Medlock it's the custom to do as you're told That wretch !!! Let him have his way . . . . . poor boy . . He's had a difficult time of it I may say I've had a difficult time of it myself. . . . I'm good, thank you Oh Doctor Griddlestone, I assure you that this will never happen again Good day . Good day Mrs. Medlock . . good day. Oh no . . . Not again ! It's right in there behind those bushes Dickon . . . right now Before thy goes in I want to know right now . . Colin. . . Go away Ben . Go to the green houses Weatherstaff. . . . You were told to work in the greenhouses! You were wonderful Colin I hoped I might walk Could you wheel me ? Aye ! I was so frightened the first time, I could hardly turn the lock . . These are roses .. Those are Lilacs . . See the little lake ? I shall live forever I shall live forever . . . Send the gentleman in . . Good evening Doctor Fortescue Good Evening Mr. Craven Sit down Brandy ? No thank you . . Last Spring you went up to my country place to examine my son I had your report . I resented it ! Naturally Now after some months you write me a letter Your fee was paid at the time of the examination I've assumed that you regarded your services as ended I resented your report I regard the letter as outrageous ! Naturally You persist in regarding me as the patient as well as my boy Perhaps I should double my fee . . . Why did you write that letter ? Curiosity I may tell you Doctor Fortescue . .that when I engaged you, I assumed you were a doctor of medicine . . Would it be impudent Sir ? . . . . . . to call a physician of your standing an imposter ! . . and a most dangerous charlatan ! It'd be impudent I'm an impudent man myself Mr. Craven, I could understand There is his mother . . . you asked I may tell that our marriage was the one superbly happy experience in my less than happy life . . and if you imply otherwise I shall kill you ! Don't I believe you . For ten years Doctor Fortescue . . my sanity has been a matter of . . . . shall we say . . . . touch and go. I'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 vilified others . . I don't enjoy the prospect of going insane Your letter Doctor Fortescue has made my balance no easier That was it's purpose You are a passionate man Mr. Craven You may leave ! That's a fine boy you have up there, you ought to go and see him once in a while I said you may leave ! I'm not too concerned with what happened between you and your wife I'm a doctor, not a detective I do know though that some kinds of memories won't stay buried . . . and so we have to bury the patient. What does concern me is the boy You said in your letter that I wanted him to die. . . Did I ? . . . well I'm not too diplomatic a man. . It's a technical point anyway. I just suggest . . . Well perhaps while you were keeping your . . own balance . . with such care . . you transferred your longing to die to your son. Leave my house !!! You ! . . . . you're a normal man . . . . . . 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 an 'Everlast of Summer' , Dickon ? Aye . . There's a smell of rain in the air What a fine summer it's been What with diggin and weedin and eating your mother's bread and jam, I'm fat like a pig ! Listen to the way thy talk. . Why , I'm fat too I haven't got a single wrinkle left in my stocking Perhaps we shouldn't laugh Doctor 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 ? He doesn't have to feel like it I don't think I could have a tantrum even if I wanted to . . Colin? . . . not even for our secret ? Just like Dickon says, I don't feel like it. . . miff. . Thar could have one . . Somebody has to have a tantrum . . . Dickon's not the sort . . fake it . . oh dear . . . I don't feel like a tantrum either . . ohhh. . What's wrong with us ? . . What's wrong with him ? He's angry It must be the coming of winter ! . . There ! Run and hide ! I can't . . Dickon ! . . quick ! Open the gate. . I hate him . I hate him . . He and the others are discharged ! You have no right to be here, Weatherstaff Nor has thee . . . . get thee back to the house Fine I suppose you'll tell Mrs Medlock I've known where thy was all summer and I've said nought 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'd happen if he found me here If who found you here ? The father . . . The 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 !! Dickon Heaven help me from coming through the hall and getting lost in this ghost trap Twas easier coming up the vine Dickon what is it? .. what's happened ? Can thy find a way to Colin's room ? . . yes . . Take hold of me hand Mary . If I get lost in this wuthering houses, I'll show you what a tantrum is . . . Mary I thought it was going to be my father . . Thar hasn't seen him yet ? . . . all this time ? Then I'm not too late W.. what are you doing here this time of night ? What's happened ? When thar sees the father, say nought about the garden Of course I wouldn't I would. . . just the same . . when I tell you Ben's story . . Ben Weatherstaff came to me . . Ben ? Tonight . . . and me in bed . . and the wind howling . . and it's Ben off the moors . . . Dickon . . Ben . . a mans so afraid I've never seen . . . afraid to tell . . . . yet failing to come to thee or Mary, thou they might not listen . . so he came to me What did he say ? Then there was the old table and broken chair . . . and the axe in the old Oak tree Thy mother . . . . Mary and me, we knew . . Never told thee . . Dickon Ben was there . . he told me all It was an accident Mary, we were wrong to suspect Suspect what ? Tis of no importance Your father loved your mother like none can tell . . . . or so Ben says. Twas her garden . . . . and every afternoon they took their tea under the oak . . and none was there . . . but old Ben tending the roses . . and then . . . . . one day . . the limb fell. The men carried your mother back to the house . . and there she died after thee was born Why do you have to tell me about . . I must Colin . . the garden . . Ben stayed in the garden all that night . . he can't say why, he just did With the sun not up yet, your father came back His eyes were bloody ghosts from the Weepy .. . . and his mind gone from him .. and an axe in his hand . . the axe He tried to chop down the tree He tried to kill the tree that killed thee mother Chopping . chopping . . . . and the tree's stronger than thee father's crippled back He couldn't chop it down Colin . . and he fell to the ground . . with the axe still in the tree . . and the tree not dented . and he wept like a man crazy . . . and he cursed at Ben when Ben wouldn't finish the chopping . and then . . twas sun up. . and thee father got up from the ground . .and he was a man, different . . and changed . . and his eyes were like ice . . yet . . burning He swore how he'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 . . . forever more 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 . . . Just ten years ago . . a man can change . . I can't believe hed still do it You don't know it! What kind of a man is it that would kill a growing thing ? A bush of roses, a lily bulb waiting to bloom . . I can't believe it I'm not . He could he could I said these things to Ben . and Ben said, 'But he loved her'. . . and I said, 'What of that ? ' Is loving somebody a reason to kill ? . and Ben said 'How old are thee ? ' Mary My father must have loved my mother very much Mother . . . I suppose . . . . I . . I mean, I suppose we are not old enough There must be an awful lot we don't know . . . . . I don't want to know . . . I don't want to grow up ! Mary .. You told me a story once . . about a secret garden . . No one but children could see . . . . and grownups never came . . The children were very happy . . It's a long time . . . . til 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 . . . My father . . . . . hide . . . . You're awake ? . . Where were you when I arrived this afternoon ? I asked for you . . . no one knew . I was out of doors . . I came back as soon as I heard you were here Mrs. Medlock tells me you'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 neighbour boy Where do you go ? Nowhere father . . just out of doors I'm . . . . taking you to Italy for the winter To Italy ? Just you and I . . I've been a wretched father . I shall try to do better We'll not come back to England for a long long time . . I don't want . . . . . . . I mean . . . Who's to look after the house ? . . and . . So I'm selling the house I'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 to keep it now ? You can't sell it ! Oh stop this nonsense . . I'm trying to help you I won't leave it I won't !! Colin, Colin I . . I'd die I'd die, you can't sell it you can't you can't you can't !!! Stop it !!! Oh Colin, my son . . . We'll go away, we'll rid ourselves of this place and never come back ! I'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 will 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 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've 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 Shall we go in ? Thank you I'll give you my cheque . . our lawyers in town will arrange the balance and the transfer Oh thank you It's understood however that the cheque will be binding ? It's understood . . . If you had children . you wouldn't want to part with those gardens I have a son, he's crippled. . he can't walk Oh . . . . I'm sorry to hear that I'll take the cheque . . . What about the garden that's locked up ? You may with it, whatever you like I hardly dared to ask . . but I hoped you might have an outside ghost or something ? You're a man of old family, you lock up your garden just to protect your valuable plants I'm a business man and . . I want a . . secret garden and ghosts If you actually expect valuable plants. . . you'll be disappointed The garden has been locked for ten years. . No one has 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 has been in it . for ten years ! Nobody's been in it for ten years . . . . . . . . Ben Weatherstaff Sir ! Get me Ben Weatherstaff ! He's somewhere in the grounds Yes Sir Never mind, that's all I'm selling the house Mr. Gromlet to escape if possible . . the temptation of madness It would seem that the Gods have arranged for me . . one last chance I have resisted as long as I can Mr. Craven Sir Get away ! You must not go in there . . Get away or I'll kill you ! The raven Dickon . . I think it's Ben . . . Lock the gate ! You !! Please please Mr. Craven, we were just leaving . Get away from me !! You can't do it again ! Please . . please Mr. Craven ! Colin ! Colin ? Father . It's our garden . . . . . . . please ! . . Please don't hurt our garden . . Papa ! oh . . . Colin . . . You should have come sooner . . you should've seen the lilacs Thou may see them next year, Sir They'll be better by far . . Next year ? Colin will be helping us prune them . . Thar may help us too . . |
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