The Secret Garden

(birds chirping)

ARTISAN ENTERTAINMEN (children laughing)

GIRL:

I never had any friends.

When will it be spring?

You'll be driven out

back from the Garden of Eden.

Oh, I shall wear it always.

(screaming)

Said!

Said?

Said.

You're supposed to come

when I call you.

(woman laughing)

I'll fix Said in the morning.

I'll put a snake in her millet.

I'm going to read you

this lovely story

about a Raja and a tiger.

I just had the most

marvelous idea.

After the Governor's Ball,

why don't we go

for a breakfast picnic

along the river?

Oh, yes.

I don't think I should

feel like a picnic

after dancing all night.

Nonsense.

Besides, I shan't be going

to the ball.

Steven has booked me

a passage to England.

He says there's some kind

of plague in

the provinces.

Oh, there's always

some kind of plague

in the provinces,

Mrs. Crawford.

I wouldn't let that stop me

from going to the ball.

Hmm.

I don't know what's got

into the servants.

Harry

could you see why they

aren't answering the bell?

(horns blowing)

Said!

Said?

(woman sobbing)

Said!

Where are you?

Said!

(flies buzzing)

Mama?

Said is dead

and there's no one to dress me

or give me breakfast.

(flies buzzing)

(distant sobbing)

I'm sick.

(horse whinnying,

people yelling)

The servants may have

taken the child with them.

She's here, Colonel.

She's alive.

Of course I'm alive

but Said is dead,

so I shall need a new ayah.

Poor child.

I'm not a poor child.

I'm Mary Lennox

and my father has a very

important position

at Government House.

She doesn't know, Colonel.

I'm afraid there's

no easy way

to tell you

this, child.

I'm very sorry,

my dear

but your parents

are dead.

Oh!

My doll!

My doll!

No, give me my doll!

She doesn't

understand, Colonel.

Awfully surprising.

Look, we'll take you

to Mrs. Crawford.

She can look after

you until other

arrangements are made.

Give me my doll!

No, give me my doll!

Get her up

here, Simon.

My doll...

(distant church bells tolling)

(voices murmuring)

Mary, you haven't

touched your tea.

Are you not hungry?

No!

Mrs. Crawford.

Yes, she's just

over there, madam.

Mrs. Crawford?

You must be

Mrs. Medlock.

Please, do sit down.

Thank you.

Mary, this is

Mrs. Medlock

who is going to take you

to Yorkshire tomorrow.

Mr. Craven said to thank you

for bringing the little girl,

ma'am.

Oh, it would have been

unkind not to

since I was returning

to England anyway.

Will you have some tea?

No, thank you.

And what time will you be

calling for Mary tomorrow?

The train leaves at 7:00,

so I'll be here at 6:00.

So early?

Uh, Mary, will you be

good enough to ask

the desk clerk to send

the porter for your trunk

a little before 6:00?

She's a difficult child,

Mrs. Medlock.

But, to be fair,

it's not entirely her fault.

If her mother had carried

her pretty face

into the nursery more often

Mary might not be

quite so recalcitrant.

Hmm. Neglected

her, did she?

I know that one should not

speak ill of the dead

but Mrs. Lennox was a very

silly and shallow woman.

She was embarrassed

that Mary was plain--

at least in her eyes--

and Mary knew it.

Pity.

Yes.

It's kind of Mr. Craven

to take Mary

especially since

they're not related.

Oh, there's no

living relative

but as old Mr. Craven

and Captain Lennox's father

were dear friends

until they both passed on

young Mr. Craven felt obliged

to give the little

girl a home.

(train whistle blows)

MRS. MEDLOCK:

I've got some nice

watercress sandwiches.

Would you like one?

MARY:

I don't like English food,

only Indian.

MEDLOCK:

Well, English food

is all you'll be getting

at Misselthwaite Manor,

so you better get used to it.

Oh, it was different

when Mrs. Craven was alive.

She had Cook make

all sorts of foreign dishes.

They took the recipe

out of books.

Mr. Archibald--

Mr. Craven, that is--

he didn't mind.

Oh, she was such

a sweet, pretty thing.

Nobody ever thought

she'd marry him--

not with that hump on his back--

but she did.

It's like a French

fairy tale I once read--

(speaking French)

It was about a hunchback

and a beautiful princess.

So, there is something

that interests you.

I didn't say I was interested.

MEDLOCK:

These are the moors.

MARY:

The moors are ugly.

MEDLOCK:

And did your father

ever tell you

about Misselthwaite Manor?

Why should he?

He didn't know he was going to

die and I'd have to live there.

Very well, then.

I will.

Misselthwaite Manor

is a grand place.

It was built ages ago

and has over 100 rooms.

I don't give a tinker's damn

how many rooms there are.

Your manners

could use improving.

I don't have to be

polite to servants.

Mind yourself, missy.

I'm Mr. Craven's housekeeper

and servant to no one.

I'll overlook your

bad manners this once

seeing as how you've been

through so much sadness.

Not that you'll find much joy

at Misselthwaite Manor.

Mr. Archibald still grieves

for his wife

and won't trouble himself

with anyone.

Have a good trip,

Mrs. Medlock?

I've had worse.

Fetch Miss Mary's

trunk and use

the back stairs.

I'll tiptoe all the way.

I wouldn't want

to wake the dead.

You're to take her

directly to her rooms.

He doesn't want

to see her

and he'll be leaving

for London in the morning.

As long as I know what's

expected of me, Mr. Pitcher.

What is expected,

Mrs. Medlock

is that you make certain

that Mr. Archibald

is not disturbed

and that he doesn't see

what he doesn't

want to see.

Well... there's

a revelation.

Come on.

This is where you're

going to live, Miss Mary.

This is your bedroom.

(music playing)

And your sitting room's

just through there.

These rooms were especially

prepared for you.

Oh! I see a little supper's

been laid out for you.

You must be tired, so

eat it and go to bed.

Good night.

You can go anywhere you like

in this wing of the house

but you're not to

go poking around

anywhere else.

Mr. Archibald

won't have it

and neither will I.

Is that understood?

(wind whistling)

(distant wailing)

(wailing continues)

Morning, Mr. Weatherstaff.

Morning, Dickon.

Wishing the day in

with a song?

Just saying hello

to the morning.

If you got a minute

I'll show you a trick

I just learned.

I've work waiting on me

at the Manor.

Please?

Guess the work will wait

till I gets there.

Take yourself elsewhere,

Wersterd.

(squawks)

(playing music)

(grunts)

(laughs)

Good trick.

Especially the last part.

I'm off. See you

around, Dickon.

(bleats)

See you about, Mr. Weatherstaff.

(clock chiming hour)

Morning, Miss.

Who are you?

Martha.

Martha Sowerby.

Are you going to be

my servant?

I'm to do a bit

of cleaning up here

and a bit of waiting on you,

though judging by your size

you won't need much waiting on,

will you?

OfcourseI'll need

to be waited on.

Someone has to dress me.

Can you not

dress yourself?

Of course I can.

But in India,

my ayah dressed me.

Well, you're in Yorkshire now

and children dress themselves

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