The Secret Garden Page #6

I'm done turning

down the beds

so I'll give you

a hand if you like.

Oh, I'm not about

to say no.

You know, I was looking

at Miss Mary tonight.

She was all plain and scrawny

when she first came here

and now

she's getting quite pretty.

It's all Yorkshire rain.

Makes the flowers

and children bloom.

No, she's changing

in other ways, too.

I mean, she's still haughty

sometimes

but not nearly as much.

(laughing)

Her airs come from being spoiled

when she lived in India.

No. I think

it was the other way around.

I think it was hurt and neglect

that made her act so bad.

You're deep as a river

and twice as murky.

(laughter)

Mr. Archibald's back.

If you can't bring good news,

don't bring any.

Well, this'll

cheer you.

Mr. Pitcher said

he'd be off again soon.

(giggling)

(baby birds singing)

(giggling)

Oh, stop.

Wait. You're going too fast.

Get away!

Stop! Wait, wait.

You can run faster

than I can, can't you?

Get away!

DICKON:

Ha-ha...

No, you're not.

(door opening)

(sobbing)

Mr. Pitcher

did you find

the sleeping powders?

Fortunately, or there'd be

no rest for him tonight.

Any idea when you'll

be returning?

It may be months.

We're to travel

on the continent:

Italy, Spain,

Switzerland.

You'd rather be anywhere

than here?

With good reason.

Well, the trunks

are strapped.

Good-bye, Mrs. Medlock.

Safe journey, Mr. Pitcher.

Thank you.

(door closing)

(birds chirping)

Do you think we'llever

get finished, Dickon?

What's been left

undone for years

can't be done

in weeks.

I wishIcould help.

We're being spied on.

Come in here.

He knows now.

We'll be driven out

like from the Garden of Eden.

This way.

Oh.

Look at all the work

we've done.

Oh, the hours

you must've put in.

Ah.

I was up on

the ladder.

Poor, crippled boy.

I'm not a poor, crippled boy.

You stood up.

You're frail.

But you're no cripple.

And you're not dimwitted.

Who said I was dimwitted?

Fools, that's who.

But why have you locked

yourself away?

Well, I thought I was going

to have a lump on my back.

Oh...

My father hates me.

Your father doesn't hate you,

Master Colin.

Then why doesn't he come

to see me except when

he thinks I'm sleeping?

Maybe it's because he wants to

spare youhispain and grief.

I want you to promise me

that you won't tell anyone else

about our secret garden.

I worked with your mother

to make this garden.

And I'll work again to make

it like it once was.

You mean, you'll help us?

Aye.

Now I'm the only one

that can't help.

Dig a little spade in the rose

I potted this morning.

Wh-What are you doing?

(grunts)

Dig a hole.

The earth is soft.

Hold it firm

with one hand.

Push the earth around

it, and tamp it down.

MARY:

Look here, Colin.

You just planted

your first rose.

There's one.

Nurse Boggs tells me

you've been going out every day.

You mustn't overdo it,

Master Colin.

I'll do as I please.

Your father has

entrusted me

with your care,

Master Colin.

Well,Idon't trust

you, so go away.

BOGGS:

I'll see you

out, Doctor.

Why does he dislike me so?

I only want him to be well.

It's all I've wanted

since the day

I brought him

into the world

and breathed life into him.

I doubt he truly dislikes

you, Dr. Craven.

Sick children often

vent their anger

on those least...

You're wrong

about Dr. Craven.

He wants you to get well.

He wouldn't let you

be so rude to him

if you weren't

such a poor, pitiful thing.

I'm not a poor, pitiful thing.

I stood up

for a whole minute yesterday

didn't I?

And from now on, I'm going

to try and stand up every day.

And when I'm good at it,

I'm going to try walking.

Well, it's about time.

Pick up your feet, Colin.

It won't work unless

you pick up your feet.

I'm trying.

Try harder.

I'm tired.

Take me back to my chair.

It comes odd

because your muscles are

soft from not being used.

We have a neighbor,

Bob Allworth

whose legs was

all spindly once.

And now... he's a

champion runner.

It came from

the exercises

he'd done.

Could you show me how

to do the exercises?

Could you, Dickon?

Aye, give me your leg.

Now push against me.

Ow! That

hurts, Dickon.

(squawking)

(laughs)

Come on, Colin.

Wait.

No, Colin.

Stop...

Colin, you've got

to try harder. Stop.

(birds chirping)

It's nice out.

You're not going to stay in bed

all day, are you, Colin?

Colin doesn't care anymore

if I come to see him or not.

I don't know

what to do, Dickon.

Colin will find his way

and you'll be the one

that helps him find it.

The way will come to you.

What are you doing?

We're just going to go

up and down the corridors

'cause it's raining, and I don't

have anything else to do.

He's been doing so well.

The boy in the picture

looks like you.

That's why I thought

you were a ghost the

first time I saw you.

He's dead, of course,

but you're alive.

I smell roses.

This was

your mother's room, Colin.

She loved

the secret garden

so shemust

have loved roses.

(Colin sniffles)

Sometimes, it's all right

to cry, Colin.

Oh...

She's beautiful, Colin.

As beautiful as a princess

in a fairy tale.

Why did you let your father

cover her picture?

I'm the one that

had it covered.

I didn't want my mother

to see the lump...

growing on my back.

Oh, Colin,

she would have loved you

even if you did

have a lump.

And I think she wants you

to try and keep on walking, too.

(wind howling)

(moans)

(moans)

Till I can walk--

really walk--

no one will know but you.

Well, the roses bloomed.

Even though it's been raining

for days and days.

They knew it was June.

Where you tend a rose

a thistle can not grow.

I'm just thinking about

what Ben Weatherstaff said

about roses and thistles.

He was talking about us.

About us?

Yes, ugly thoughts

are like thistles.

And beautiful thoughts

are like roses.

As long as my head was filled

with ugly thoughts

I didn't have room

for a pretty one.

And I was mean

all of the time.

And as long as

you thought about

a lump growing

on your back

you were nasty and rude.

Thistles and roses.

Mm-hmm.

Thistles and roses.

(chirping)

Hey there.

? He is coming,

my dove, my dear ?

? She is coming,

my life, my fate ?

? The red rose cries,

"She is near, she is near" ?

? And the white rose weeps,

"She is late" ?

? The larkspur listens,

I hear, I hear... ?

And the lily whispers,

"I wait."

(giggles)

Come here,

everyone.

Hurry up.

Come on.

I have an announcement

to make.

I've decided

that when I grow up

I'm going to do important

experiments with magic.

Oh.

Hmm.

You know a little bit

about magic

because where you grew up

in India, they have fakirs.

And you can charm animals

so you know

some magic, too.

I'm now going

to show you

my first magic experiment.

This... is my first experiment.

MARY:

Oh!

Phew!

You walked, you walked

all by yourself.

I've been

practicing.

Every night after Nurse Boggs

went to bed, I practiced.

Praise God.

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