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: The animals tell me all their secrets. Mary
: [pointing to the Robin
] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he? Dickon
: About what, Miss Mary? Mary
: A garden. I've stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don't know. Dickon
: I'll know. Mary
: Promise you won't tell anyone? Dickon
: Promise. Mary
: No one? Dickon
: Not a soul.
: Here's your breakfast. Mary
: But I'm still in my nightgown. Mrs. Medlock
: You can dress after you've eaten. Your clothes are on the chair. Mary
: Who's going to dress me? Mrs. Medlock
: Can't you dress yourself? Mary
: Of course not. My ayah dressed me. Mrs. Medlock
: What did they do with you in India? Carry you around in a basket? Mary
: How dare you speak to me with such disrespect!
: Are you my servant? Martha
: I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant, and she's Lord Craven's, but I will be doing some upstairs housekeeping and waiting on you a bit. Mary
: Waiting on me makes you my servant, then.
: Now, what would you like to wear? Black, black, or black? Mary
: Are you blind? They're all black. And I will not be laughed at, servant. Martha
: What do they wear in India? When I heard you'd be coming from there, I thought you'd be a native. Mary
] A what? You thought I'd be a what? Martha
: There's no need to do that. I've nothing against natives.
: [pointing to a robin
] Look at him. Cheeky little blighter. I can't think why, but he's decided to make friends with you. Mary
: With me? I never had any friends before. Ben Weatherstaff
: That I believe.
: I've got a present for you. Me mother sent it over.
[She hands Mary a skipping rope
: What's it for? Martha
: You've got tigers and elephants in India, but have you not got skipping ropes?
: [pointing to a swing
] Look, there's a picture of my mother and my aunt sitting here. Dickon
: They say that's how she died. Mary
: My aunt? How? Dickon
: Falling off it.
: I'm master of this house while my father is away. Mary
: Your father? He's my uncle. Nobody told me he had a son. Colin
: Come here. What's your name? Mary
: Mary Lennox. Colin
: I'm Colin Craven. Mary
: Our mothers were sisters. Twins. Colin
: Twins? Nobody told me she had a twin. Fluff the pillows for me, Cousin Mary. Mary
: What? Colin
: The covers on this bed are all twisted. Mary
: Well, I don't know what to do about it. I'll call Mrs. Medlock. Colin
: No! She'll be mad if she finds you in here.
: See, that's a picture of my mother. Mary
: Why do you keep it covered up? Colin
: My father doesn't like to see it. I don't look like her at all. But you, you look like her. She smiles too much. Mary
: Smiles too much? How can a person smile too much? Colin
: Sometimes I hate her. She died when I was born. Mary
: But I thought she died falling off the swing in her garden. Colin
: Her garden? What garden? Mary
: Oh, just a garden.
: Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Dickon
: With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row. Mary
: On the boat coming here, the other children used to sing that at me, but I wasn't as contrary as they were.
: Hair is dead. Mary
: If it's dead, why does it keep growing all the time, even after you're dead? Well, maybe not your hair. You'll probably be bald. Colin
: Don't be daft. I'll die before I'm ever old enough to go bald. Mary
: I hate the way you talk about dying. Colin
: Everyone thinks I'm going to die. Mary
: If everyone thought that about me, I still wouldn't do it.
: How old are you? Mary
: Ten. Mary
: Hey that means we're the same age.
: What do you say in India when you want people to go? Mary
: You say, I have spoken, all depart.
: But aren't your legs all crooked? Colin
: Who says my legs are crooked? Mary
: Nobody says that.
: Are you making this magic? Mary
: No, you are. Colin
: Just like in the story.
[indicates his chest
: It's like the whole universe is in here. Mary
: I'm certain it is. Colin
: That means I could marry you. Mary
: What? But we're cousins! Colin
: I don't care. I want us always to be together. Mary
: We are together.
: I hate the way you talk about dying. Colin
: Everyone thinks I'll die. Mary
: If everyone thought that about me, I wouldn't do it.
: Can I have a bit of earth? Lord Craven
: A bit of earth? Mary
: To plant seeds in. To make things grow.
: It's a secret garden. Dickon
: Secrets are safe with me.
: The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
: I'm going to die. Mary
: From what? Colin
] Everything. I've spent my whole life in this bed.
: Oh, stop it! I hate you! Everybody hates you! You're so selfish. You the most selfish boy there ever was! Colin
: I'm not as selfish as you are! Just because I'm always ill! Mary
: No on ill could scream like that! Colin
: I'm going to die! Mary
: What would you know about dying? Colin
: My mother died! Mary
: Both my parents died!
: Please don't send me away, I won't do any harm. Lord Craven
: Harm? What harm can a child do?
: [after seeing Colin and Mr. Craven hugging
] Nobody wants me!
: You don't know anything about anything; none of you. Nothing!
: You, you. You daughter of a pig!
: You are strange. Martha
: Hey, I know that!
: My name is Mary Lennox. I was born in India. It was hot, and strange, and lonely in India. I didn't like it. Nobody by my servant, my ayah, looked after me. My parents didn't want me. My mother cared only to go to parties. And my father was busy with his military duties. I was never allowed to go to the parties. I watched them from my mother's bedroom window. I was angry, but I never cried. I didn't know how to cry.
: [voiceover, while exploring her aunt's room
] It looked just like my mother's room. This must have been my aunt's. The dressing tables looked the same. They even had twin ivory elephants.
: [voiceover, as her uncle leaves for the spring
] That was the night the rain stopped, the night spring came to Misselthwaite. My poor uncle fled from it, as if he were escaping the spring.
: I don't know when exactly your uncle will call for you. Mary
: My uncle? Mrs. Medlock said he wouldn't want to see me. Martha
: Ah but he does.
] My parents always thought about themselves. They never thought about me. And if only I could have known that in a few moments I would lose them forever.
: My brother Dickon will be coming up to see thee. Mary Lennox
: Your brother? Martha
: Aye, thou'll like Dickon. What a one he is for growing things and the animals. Half lives on it, he does, almost like an animal himself.
: Wait a minute. Aren't you going to dress me? Martha
: What? Mary Lennox
: Well, in India, it's the custom. Martha
: Thou cannot dress thyself? Mary Lennox
: Of course I can. It's just -
: I've watched thee go about the garden. There's no way in. Mary Lennox
: In where? Dickon
: The secret garden. He locked the gate long years ago. Mary Lennox
: Who locked the gate? Dickon
: The master. Lord Craven, thy uncle. Mary Lennox
: What do you know about it? Dickon
: I know what's said. He locked the gate and buried the key, and nary's a soul been in there since. Mary Lennox
: I don't believe you. Do you know why I don't believe you? Because there isn't any gate. I've looked. Dickon
: Eh, so've I.
: What were you doing watching me? Dickon
: I came to play with thee. My mother thought thou might be lonely. Mary Lennox
: Well, I'm not, and I don't play with any servant's brother. I never heard of anything so ridiculous. Thou can just go home.
] Mary Lennox
: I mean, you can just go home.
: Martha, I heard someone crying last night, as I was going to bed. I'm sure I heard someone crying. Martha
: Aye, it was the scullery maid. It was last night. She had a toothache. What a fearful row! Mary Lennox
: Mrs. Medlock said it was the wind. Martha
: Oh, she did?
: What's that? Dickon
: A fox cub. His name's Captain. Mary Lennox
: Dickon, are you still angry with me? Dickon
: When was I ever angry with thee? Mary Lennox
: Oh, good. Dickon, I've got so many secrets I'm just dying. Dickon
: Thou seems most healthy. Mary Lennox
: Dickon, I need you. All you have to do is listen. What good is a secret if there's no one to tell it to?
: I'll play with you some other time. I have to meet Dickon. Colin Craven
: Who's Dickon? Mary Lennox
: A boy I know. Colin Craven
: I don't like him! Mary Lennox
: You don't like anything. Colin Craven
: Yes, I do. I want you to stay here and play with me.
: You don't even care how I won't live to grow up. Mary Lennox
: Stop it. You'll live as long as I will. You just say that to make people feel sorry for you and do what you say. Colin Craven
: Don't you dare say that! Don't you dare say how I won't die! Mary Lennox
: Why, you're proud of it. It makes you feel important.
: And Ben said he loved her, and I said, what of that? Is loving someone a reason to kill? And Ben said, how old are thee? Colin Craven
: My father must've loved my mother very much. Mary Lennox
: I suppose we're not old enough. There must be an awful lot we don't know. I don't want to grow up.
: Dickon knows things no one else knows.
: Morning, Miss. Mary
: Who are you? Betty
: Betty. It's Martha's free day and she's gone to help her mother in the country.
[Mrs. Medlock walks in
: Is your, uh, toothache gone? Betty
] Toothache? Mary
: [smiling knowingly at Mrs. Medlock
] The toothache you didn't have.
: Will you stay with me Mary, please? Mary
: Well, since you said please. But if you scream once more, I'll smother you with the pillow. Nurse
: And she would, too.
: I'm Master Colin's nurse. Mary
: Then I feel sorry for you!
: Please might I have a bit of earth? To make a garden? I love gardens. Archibald Craven
: [looking away
] There was someone... someone very dear... who loved gardens, too. Archibald Craven
: [appears near tears and then abruptly changes tone
] Go now, leave me. Mary
: [curtsies in relief and leaves
] Thank you.
: Killed in the war, Dickon. In a forest called the Argonne. Adult Mary
: If Dickon had to die, he would have chosen a place with green and growing things. Ben Weatherstaff
: To die so young...
] Ben Weatherstaff
: Who's to know? Adult Mary
: Dickon knew. Ben Weatherstaff
: [after a pause
] Aye, Dickon knew.
] Adult Colin Craven
: When I was at Oxford, I asked you to marry me. When I was in France I wrote to you and asked you to marry me. Why didn't you answer me, Mary? Adult Mary
: Because I wanted you to ask me here in our garden. Adult Colin Craven
] Of course. I should have known.
] Adult Colin Craven
: Will you marry me, Mary Lennox? Adult Mary
] Adult Mary
: Come see our garden.