The Secret Garden
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- Year:
- 1993
- 101 min
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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 but my servant...
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.
- I left my fan. You didn't have to come.
- I wanted to.
about themselves.
If only I could've known...
... that in a few moments
I would lose them forever.
Earthquake!
The families of the Indian earthquake
orphans should please go to Dock 2.
We're here, Mary! Can you believe it?
She's so sour. I heard that she never cried
when her parents died.
"Mistress Mary, quite contrary..."
Numbers 38 and 39...
... George and Amy Brent.
Numbers 40 and 41...
...Timothy and Thomas Burke.
- Here we are!
- Here we are!
Oh, my boys, my boys.
Number 43, Mary Lennox.
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary
"How does your garden grow?
"With silver bells
"And cockleshells
"And pretty maids all in a row."
Number 43...
... Mary Lennox.
Please, just step aside.
Number 44...
... Adam Snow.
Mary Lennox?
Is that Mary Lennox?
Number 43.
Yes, Mary Lennox.
I've come to claim her.
I'm Mrs. Medlock,
housekeeper of Misslethwaite Manor...
...for the Lord Archibald Craven...
...her uncle and guardian.
What a queer, unresponsive little thing.
And, my word, a plain piece of quince.
Her mother was a beauty.
She certainly didn't hand much of it down.
She might improve as she gets older.
Children change.
She'll have to change quite a bit.
There's not much to improve her
at Misslethwaite Manor.
Come along.
It's a pity for you that
you haven't any other place to go.
Your uncle won't trouble himself
about you.
That's for sure.
He never troubles himself about anyone.
As if having a crooked back...
...wasn't cross enough for a man to bear,
but she had to up and die on him.
Your aunt is dead.
Didn't your mother tell you?
Strange.
Not telling you that
her own twin sister was dead.
My mother didn't have the time
to tell me stories.
Oh, at last.
There's Misslethwaite.
You'll go straight to bed for a few hours.
You probably haven't gotten much rest.
There's your breakfast.
I'm still in my nightgown.
There are new clothes in the wardrobe.
Who'll dress me?
You can't dress yourself?
Of course not. My ayah dressed me.
Nonsense.
As old as you are?
What do they do with children in India?
Carry you around in a basket?
How dare you talk to me
with such disrespect!
around Misslethwaite Manor.
We've far too much work already.
So you'll have to look after yourself.
There are 100 rooms here.
This one and no other is yours.
Don't expect to see your uncle
because it's certain you won't.
You are not to touch anything,
or to go wandering and poking about.
... like a spell had been cast upon it.
It looked just like my mother's room.
This must have been my aunt's.
The dressing tables were the same.
They even had twin ivory elephants.
Mother.
What are you doing? What did I tell you?
Dogs.
No, someone! A person crying.
You heard nothing of the sort.
Now...
...you stay where you are told,
or I'll come and box your ears.
Good afternoon.
I brought you something to eat.
You haven't touched your porridge.
Didn't you want it?
Are you my servant?
I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant.
She's Lord Craven's.
But I'll be doing the housemaid's work
up here and waiting on you a bit.
Waiting on me makes you my servant then.
You are strange.
Hey, I know that.
Mrs. Medlock gave me the place
out of kindness to me mother.
She said she could never have done it
if there was a grand missus here.
I'd never be let out of the kitchens...
...and certainly not upstairs.
Stop it!
What're you doing?
I thought all girls liked to be tickled.
What would you like to wear?
Black...
...black or black?
Are you blind?
They're all black.
And I won't be laughed at, servant.
My name's Martha.
I won't tickle you. I promise.
What do they wear in India?
When I heard you were coming,
I thought you'd be a native.
What?
You thought I was a what? You...
You...
You daughter of a pig!
You needn't be like that.
My mother says all of us are family.
I've never seen a native.
You don't know anything about anything!
None of you know nothing!
Please.
Don't be vexed.
I don't know anything about anything...
...like you said.
I'm sorry, miss.
I'm too common and I talk too much.
I beg your pardon, miss.
I don't know when exactly
your uncle will call for you.
My uncle?
Mrs. Medlock said
he wouldn't want to see me.
But he does.
Your uncle's decided not to see you today.
When will I see him?
Tomorrow?
No. He'll be gone tomorrow.
After the mistress died ten years ago...
... Lord Craven wouldn't see people.
There's nobody to ease his sorrow.
He spends most of his time
away from home now.
Poor man.
They say he's cursed.
Better put your sweater on.
It's cold outside.
But I've got no one to play with.
No one to play with?
Let me out of here.
Dickon, my brother...
...goes up on the moor
by himself for hours.
That's how he made friends
with all his animals.
Who?
Dickon...
...me younger brother.
Pull it down!
You have no idea
What do you think you're doing?
There you are!
What do you mean?
You knew perfectly well where I was.
Your scarf, miss.
There.
Thou is ready to go out now.
I can't see.
To get to the gardens...
...you must go through there...
...then around the outside of the house.
Run along now. Have fun.
What's beyond there?
Another garden?
Where's the door?
You there!
- Where's the door to that other garden?
- What?
The one with all the ivy.
I didn't see a door.
There isn't one.
There has to be a door somewhere.
No one's been inside that place
for ten years.
Why?
Why?
Because when she died, the master
gave orders to shut it up forever.
Who died?
My aunt died.
It was her garden, wasn't it?
Look at me.
Answer me, you!
It's revolting how these people
behave toward me.
Of course...
...orders couldn't keep him out.
He's the only one goes in there nowadays.
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