The Secret Garden Page #4

except my nurse

and she's away on holiday.

I don't have to stay

if I don't want to.

You said you came from India.

I want to know about India.

You can read about

India in books.

Reading makes my head ache.

Well, if I were your father,

I'd make you read

so you could learn about things.

No one can make me do anything.

Why not?

Because I'm sick

and I probably won't live

to grow up.

Do you want to live?

Not if I'm going

to have a hump on my back...

like my father.

You're the cryingest boy

I've ever seen.

I'm going back to bed.

You'll stay

till I say you can go.

You can't make me stay

if I don't want to.

Yes, I can.

Everyone has to do as I say

because I'm going to die.

People who talk about dying

are boring.

I'm going.

You may go now.

But you will come again

tomorrow.

I might if I don't have

anything else to do.

You shouldn't have

done it, Miss Mary.

You shouldn't have gone

looking for Master Colin.

Well, if you would

have told me Mr.

Craven had a boy

I wouldn't have

gone looking for

who was crying.

But no one is allowed

to talk about him or see him.

Well, then, how do

you know I saw him?

Because Master Colin

told me.

I'm the one

who has to look after him

when his nurse is away.

(sighing)

I'll be blamed

for telling you

and I'll lose

my place here.

You won't lose

your place here

because I'm not going

to tell anybody

that I saw him

and no one's going

to know except you.

But Master Colin says

if you don't come now

he'll scream and scream

until he brings the house down.

We'll see about that.

You said you'd come.

I said I might.

Might is only maybe

and I don't care

if you scream

till you're blue

in the face.

I suppose as long as I'm here,

I might as well stay.

Bring a stool

and sit next to me.

I never had to do anything

for myself in India.

The English people

are lords and masters there

you know?

No, I didn't know.

You don't know anything,

do you?

You're trying to see

the lump on my back...

aren't you?

Bother your lump.

I'm just thinking

about how different

you are from Dickon.

Dickon?

He's Martha's

brother.

If she wasn't so scared of you

she probably would have told you

about him.

Dickon's not like

anyone in the world.

Why?

Well, because

he can charm animals and birds.

He talks to them,

and they talk back.

That's magic!

Uh-huh.

Dickon's my friend--

the first friend I ever had.

Then I shall order him

to be my friend, too.

You don't know anything,

do you?

You can't order someone

to be your friend.

They have to want to be.

How dare you permit

a stranger in the sickroom?

Oh...

She's not a stranger,

and I want her here.

Calm yourself,

Master Colin.

You know excitement

makes you ill.

You're the one who's

making me so ill.

Go away!

You're to rest now.

I insist.

The vicar is ailing,

so I'll get on to him

and return tomorrow.

Yes, Doctor.

Oh...

So, Miss Mary found

our little tyrant.

Master Colin actually

wanted her there.

I always said

what Master Colin needs

is the company

of another child.

What Master Colin needs

is a father who don't treat him

like another plague

that's being visited on him.

Anyway, it's done.

And to tell the truth,

I'm relieved, in a way.

It's been no easy

thing trying to

keep Miss Mary

from finding out

about Master Colin.

Still, it's fortunate

that Mr. Archibald

left for Cornwall

this morning.

Dr. Craven saw Miss

Mary with Master Colin.

He won't tell.

He's Mr. Archibald's cousin

and down to inherit

the manor one day

so he's not about

to get Mr. Archibald angry.

Hey!

We'll have none of that!

I've known Dr. Craven

since he and Mr. Archibald

were boys.

It was seeing

Mr. Archibald suffer

that turned Dr. Craven

to medicine

so, you just watch yourself,

my girl.

(church bell ringing)

Go and see what's keeping

your brothers and sisters.

Okay, Mam.

Morning,

Mrs. Medlock.

Morning, Mrs. Sowerby.

How's the little girl

getting on, Mrs. Medlock--

the one that

come from India?

(clearing throat)

Go and help your brother.

There are times when

her rudeness and arrogance

made me wish

she'd never left India.

Still, I suppose

Martha's told you that.

My Martha doesn't gossip

about what goes on

up at the manor.

But she has asked my advice

about how to deal

with the little girl.

I could use your advice,

Mrs. Sowerby.

After all,

you have had ten children.

Not two of them alike.

Yes, but even so.

Well, if it's not

too forward of me

I will tell you

what I told Martha.

Mmm.

A firm hand

is needed.

But there's also the need

to see what's behind it

when a child acts up.

From what

Martha told me

there's a lot of hurt

inside that little girl.

Seems to me she's like

one of those wild creatures

that Dickon finds

out on the moors sometimes

caught in a snare or a trap.

It strikes

out at Dickon

when he's trying

to help them

but in the end, they...

he wins their trust

with his gentleness.

My carriage is waiting,

so I'll be running along.

Good morning,

Mrs. Sowerby.

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

MARY:

How did you get

so much done?

It's been raining

for two days.

I like the rain.

So does the garden.

Come. I've something

to show you.

They bloomed!

Aye.

Crocuses and snow drops

and daffodils are always

the first to say

spring's on the way.

Well...

when will the

roses bloom?

Not till June.

Oh, it's only

the beginning of April.

June's such a long way away.

Aye.

But when they bloom

there'll be curtains

and fountains of roses.

Curtains and fountains

of roses?

Aye.

But not unless the

dead wood's cut away.

And the earth is softened

so they can drink the rain.

There's lots to be done.

Well, tell me

what you want to do

and I'll do it.

If you'll clean

the flower urns

I'll bring fresh earth

to put in them.

I'm going to tell you

another secret, Dickon.

There's a sick boy who lives

in Misselthwaite Manor.

And no one's allowed

to see him.

But I saw him.

It's Master Colin

you're talking about.

You know about him?

Aye.

Did Martha tell you?

Me mother.

Mrs. Craven fell

from the tree

and the fall

brought on her

baby too soon.

Me mother knows midwifing

so she was called in

to help the doctor

with the birthing.

It was a miracle,

me mother said

how Miss Craven held on

to life

long enough to bring her baby

into the world.

You still thinking

about Master Colin?

He says he's going

to have a lump on his back

like his father,

and he'd rather be dead.

I doubt he means that.

Though he probably wishes

he'd never been born.

And that's just as bad.

Why?

Those who feel unwanted

scarce ever thrive.

I thrived,

and I didn't feel wanted.

My mother didn't like me.

Did you

like yourself?

That's where liking

has to begin.

I didn't even like myself.

I wasn't pretty.

And I wanted to be

because my mother only

liked pretty things.

Colin thinks

he's ugly, too.

That's why his father can't bare

to look at him

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