The Secret Garden Page #7

Amen.

You're in.

So you might as well come in

all the way.

I was just passing,

and I heard voices.

But never did I envision

what I've just seen.

Master Colin

up and walking.

No cause to worry.

She's my mother, Susan Sowerby.

Since you're Dickon's mother

I guess I don't mind

you knowing I can walk now.

I don't want anyone else

to know.

Surely you want

your father to know?

Well, not yet.

I want to

surprise him.

When he comes home,

I shall walk to him and say

"I can walk now, Father,

and I shall grow up

and make you

proud of me."

It has to be that way.

That's part of the magic.

I never knew it

by that name

but what does

a name matter?

Call it magic,

call it a miracle.

Call it a touch of

the hand of God.

It's the good, big thing,

Master Colin.

And I hope you'll never stop

believing in it.

Oh, he won't.

He won't.

(chuckles)

I'll be back

in a little while

to put you to bed,

Master Colin.

I hope Dr. Craven isn't

getting suspicious.

When he was here before

he noticed that my legs

were getting stronger

and that I'm

getting fatter.

Maybe he'll think

I'm bloated.

Sick people get

bloated, don't they?

Dead people get bloated

when they're left

out in the sun.

I once saw

a dead beggar...

In India...

who wassobloated

he looked like a melon

about to burst.

I don't like talking

about dead people

or dying.

I know, but you

used to.

You're not rude

to Dr. Craven anymore either.

I know.

I used to think

that he wanted

me to die

but now I know

he doesn't.

Mary--

do you like Dickon

more than you like me?

Well, I-I mean, I don't

mind if you like Dickon.

I just want you

to like me.

Oh, I like you

the same...

but different.

(pan pipe music)

(laughing)

I have a present

for you.

Oh...

Oh...

Colin!

It's beautiful!

I picked it out

myself

from a catalog.

And Miss Medlock

ordered it

all the way

from London.

Oh.

I shall wear it always.

MAN:

Sir Archibald...

Sir Archibald.

(panting):

It's time for your medicine,

Mr. Archibald.

Also, this letter just arrived

from your solicitor.

Shall I see what it is?

Another letter

is enclosed.

Shall I read it?

"Dear Sir:

"I am Susan Sowerby,

who is Martha's mother

"who works for you

in Misselthwaite Manor.

"I am making bold

to speak to you.

"Please, sir

"I would come home

if I were you.

"I think you would be glad

you came

"and if you will

excuse me, sir...

"I think your lady

would want you to come

"if she were here.

Your obedient servant,

Susan Sowerby"

What is it?

I dreamed of Lilias.

I've an errand

to run.

So I'm off to

'Thwaite Village now.

You'll come back,

won't you?

You have to push me

back to the house.

Aye, I'll be back.

The game's not played out yet.

I like that.

"The game's not played out."

I'm glad you're

my friend, Dickon.

You'll...

always be my friend,

won't you?

We'll be parted,

you and me

but remembrance

will keep us friends.

(bird crowing)

Mary--

why did Dickon say

we'd be parted?

How can he

know that?

Dickon knows things

no one else knows.

Summer's

almost over.

I know.

What will we do

all winter, Mary?

We'll probably

go to school.

We're both too old

for governesses

and you're well now.

Perhaps we can go

to the same school.

No.

Girls go to girl school

and boys to boys'.

Suppose there's

no help for it.

No.

Better sit down

for a bit.

I wish we didn't have

to go to different schools.

We'll write letters

to each other.

But it won't be

the same.

And we won't be

able to come

to our secret garden.

Oh, our garden will be here

when we come back.

And while

we're away

we can think about

how beautiful it is

and how it's

waiting for us.

Colin.

Son.

Get up.

Get up and walk.

Come on.

You know

you can do it.

You know you can.

Please, Colin.

Go.

Come on.

Go... go.

Oh, my boy!

(sobbing)

My son!

Don't cry, Father.

I'm well now.

I can walk.

And I'm going

to live forever.

It was the

secret garden

that made me

well, Father.

My mother's garden.

And it was Mary

who made me walk.

Thank you.

Come see our garden.

Ben!

Ben Webster.

You'll be needing this

to unlock the garden.

Ben--

it's been so long.

I didn't know you,

you've changed so.

I grew up.

You know about Dickon.

Mrs. Medlock wrote to me.

She wrote with such love,

such compassion.

You touched her heart

and warmed it.

(sighs)

Killed in the war.

Dickon.

In a forest

called the Argonne.

If Dickon had to die

he would've chosen a place

where there were green

and growing things.

Aye.

But to die so young.

Who was to know?

Dickon knew.

Aye.

Dickon knew.

Come on.

I'll unlock

the garden for you.

(birds chirping)

MARY:

I've dreamt

about the garden

but even in my dreams,

it was never this beautiful.

You did it, Ben.

All these years.

They were a promise

to be kept.

As Mr. Archibald lay dying,

he said to me

"Tend the garden, Ben.

"Someday the children

will come back

"and when they do

their garden

must be a magic place."

And it is.

Where you tend a rose

a thistle cannot grow.

Colin!

I wasn't sure

the hospital

would release you.

Do you think I'd let

a little shrapnel

stop me?

When I was at Oxford

I asked you to marry me.

When I was in France

I wrote to you

and asked you

to marry me.

Why wouldn't you give me

an answer, Mary?

I wanted you to ask me

here in our garden.

I should have known.

Will you marry me,

Mary Lennox?

Of course.

ARTISAN ENTERTAINMEN

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