The Secret Garden (1993)
Mary: 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.
Colin: Are you making this magic?
Mary: No, you are.
Colin: Just like in the story.
[indicates his chest]
Colin: 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.
Mrs. Medlock: [greeting Lord Craven] You're home, sir. We weren't expecting you.
Lord Craven: Here I am. Where is my son?
Mrs. Medlock: He's in his room, of course, Your Lordship.
[Martha begins following them to Colin's room]
Mrs. Medlock: Would you get back to the kitchen, you impudent girl!
[Martha walks away]
Lord Craven: [they go to Colin's room, he is not there] Where is MY SON?
Mrs. Medlock: He's here, my Lord. He must be here.
[she begins searching the room]
Lord Craven: [he see's an undraped picture of Lily] What's happened?
Mrs. Medlock: [referring to Mary] It's that child, my Lord. She's created absolute havoc here. I've tried to control her. She must be sent away, my Lord. She'll kill Master Colin... for sure.
Lord Craven: Take me to her room.
Mrs. Medlock: [as they head for Mary's room] She has no regard for his fragile state of health. She does what she pleases.
[she takes out a key to unlock the door]
Lord Craven: You lock her in?
Mrs. Medlock: I've had to, my Lord. That's how wild she is.
[they enter the room]
Mrs. Medlock: Mary? Your Uncle's here.
[they see Mary's bed is empty, she is missing to]
Martha: [standing at the door] I beg your pardon, my Lord.
[he gestures for her to continue]
Martha: Perhaps they're in the garden.
Lord Craven: The garden?
Mrs. Medlock: [nervous chuckle] How can they be? It's quite impossible.
[Craven storms out of the room, Mrs.Medlock follows him]
Mrs. Medlock: I've done my best, sir. I really have. But with that child defying me...
Lord Craven: SILENCE, MEDLOCK! She's just a child. I left YOU in charge.
Mrs. Medlock: [on the verge of tears] I'll resign, sir. I'll leave today.
[Craven walks off to find the children]
Mrs. Medlock: [she breaks down on the staircase, Martha tries to console her] DON'T!
[she calms down, Martha hugs her]
Mrs. Medlock: [sobbing] Martha... Martha.
Mary: 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.
Dickon: 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?
Mary: No one?
Dickon: Not a soul.
Mrs. Medlock: 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!
Martha: 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: [furious] A what? You thought I'd be a what?
Martha: There's no need to do that. I've nothing against natives.
Colin: 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.
Colin: 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.
Mary: Can I have a bit of earth?
Lord Craven: A bit of earth?
Mary: To plant seeds in. To make things grow.
Mary: 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!
Mrs. Medlock: God! Look at your legs, they are swollen and red!
Mary: [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.
Martha: 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.
Mary: [voiceover] 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.
Lord Craven: You brought us back to life, Mary. You did something I thought no one could do.
Mary: 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.
Ben Weatherstaff: [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.
Martha: I've got a present for you. Me mother sent it over.
[She hands Mary a skipping rope]
Mary: What's it for?
Martha: You've got tigers and elephants in India, but have you not got skipping ropes?
Mary: [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.
Colin: 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.
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.
Dickon: Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Mary: On the boat coming here, the other children used to sing that at me, but I wasn't as contrary as they were.
Colin: What do you say in India when you want people to go?
Mary: You say, I have spoken, all depart.
Ben Weatherstaff: But aren't your legs all crooked?
Colin: Who says my legs are crooked?
Mary: Nobody says that.
Mary: 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.
Colin: I'm going to die.
Mary: From what?
Colin: [Shrugs] Everything. I've spent my whole life in this bed.
Mary: [after seeing Colin and Mr. Craven hugging] Nobody wants me!
Mary: You don't know anything about anything; none of you. Nothing!