The Secret Garden (1993)
Mary: The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
Colin: Are you making this magic?
Mary: No, you are.
Colin: Just like in the story.
[indicates his chest]
Colin: It's like the whole universe is in here.
Mary: I'm certain it is.
Colin: I wish I could marry you.
Mary: What? But we're cousins!
Colin: I don't care. I want us always to be together.
Mary: We *are* together.
[first lines; voiceover]
Mary: 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 by my servant, my ayah, looked after me. 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.
Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets.
Mary: [pointing to the robin] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he?
Dickon: About what, Miss Mary?
Mary: A garden. I've stolen a garden. Maybe it's dead anyhow, I don't know.
Dickon: I'll know.
Mary: Promise you won't tell anyone?
Mary: No one?
Dickon: Not a soul.
Mrs. Medlock: [greeting Lord Craven] You're home, sir. We weren't expecting you.
Lord Craven: Here I am. Where is my son?
Mrs. Medlock: He's in his room, of course, Your Lordship.
[Martha begins following them to Colin's room]
Mrs. Medlock: Would you get back to the kitchen, you impudent girl!
[Martha walks away]
Lord Craven: [they go to Colin's room, he is not there] Where's my SON?
Mrs. Medlock: He's here, my Lord. He must be here.
[she begins searching the room]
Lord Craven: [he see's an undraped picture of Lily] What's happened?
Mrs. Medlock: [referring to Mary] It's that child, my Lord. She's created absolute havoc here. I've tried to control her. She must be sent away, my Lord. She'll kill Master Colin... for sure.
Lord Craven: Take me to her room.
Mrs. Medlock: [as they head for Mary's room] She has no regard for his fragile state of health. She does what she pleases.
[she takes out a key to unlock the door]
Lord Craven: You lock her in?
Mrs. Medlock: I've had to, my Lord. That's how wild she is.
[they enter the room]
Mrs. Medlock: Mary? Your uncle's here.
[they see Mary's bed is empty, she is missing too]
Martha: [standing at the door] I beg your pardon, my Lord.
[he gestures for her to continue]
Martha: Perhaps they're in the garden.
Lord Craven: The garden?
Mrs. Medlock: [nervous chuckle] How can they be? It's quite impossible.
[cut to the three of them, following Craven downstairs with Medlock on the verge of tears]
Mrs. Medlock: I've done my best, sir. I really have. But with that child defying me...
Lord Craven: SILENCE, MEDLOCK! She's just a child. I left YOU in charge.
Mrs. Medlock: [more tearfully] I'll resign, sir. I'll leave today.
[Craven walks off to find the children]
Mrs. Medlock: [she breaks down on the staircase, Martha tries to console her] DON'T!
[she calms down, Martha hugs her]
Mrs. Medlock: [sobbing] Martha... Martha.
Colin: Hair is dead.
Mary: If hair is dead, why does it keep growing all the time, even after you're dead? Well, maybe not your hair. You'll probably be bald.
Colin: Don't be daft. I'll die before I'm ever old enough to go bald.
Mary: I hate the way you talk about dying.
Colin: Everyone thinks I'll die.
Mary: If everyone thought that about me, I wouldn't do it.
Mrs. Medlock: Here's your breakfast.
Mary: But I'm still in my nightgown.
Mrs. Medlock: You can change after you've eaten. There are new clothes in the wardrobe.
Mary: Who's going to dress me?
Mrs. Medlock: You don't dress yourself?
Mary: Of course not; my ayah dressed me.
Mrs. Medlock: Nonsense! As old as you are, what do they do with children in India? Carry you around in a basket?
Mary: How dare you speak to me with such disrespect?
Martha: Now, what would you like to wear? Black, black, or black?
Mary: Are you blind? They're all black. And I *won't* be laughed at, servant.
Martha: My name's Martha.
[she begins to start slipping a black dress on Mary, but she backs away]
Martha: I won't tickle you. I promise.
[pause as Martha dresses Mary]
Martha: What do they wear in India? When I heard you was coming from there, I thought you'd be a native.
Mary: [furious] A what? You thought I was a what?
[repeatedly shoves Martha]
Mary: You - you - you daughter of a pig!
[starts throwing a tantrum by grunting and hitting her hands flat against the walls]
Martha: You needn't be like that. I've nothing against natives. As mother says, all of us are family. I've never seen a native. I was pleased to think I was.
Mary: You don't know anything about anything; none of you know nothing!
Colin: See, that's a picture of my mother.
Mary: Why do you keep a curtain over her?
Colin: My father doesn't like to see it. I don't look like her at all. But *you*, you look like her. She smiles too much.
Mary: Smiles too much? How can anybody smile too much?
Colin: Sometimes I hate her. She died when I was born.
Mary: But I thought she died in her garden.
Colin: Her garden? What garden?
Mary: Oh, just a garden. There are so many of them here.
Colin: What do you say in India when you want people to go?
Mary: You say, I have spoken, all depart.
Mary: Can I have a bit of earth?
Lord Craven: A bit of earth?
Mary: To plant seeds in. To make things grow.
Mary: [shouting for Colin to stop throwing a tantrum over possible spores in the air] Stop it you, stop! I hate you! Everybody hates you! You're so selfish. You the most selfish boy there ever was!
Colin: I'm not as selfish as you are! Just because I'm always ill!
Mary: Nobody ill could scream like that!
Colin: I'm going to die!
Mary: What would you know about dying?
Colin: My mother died!
Mary: Both my parents died!
Mrs. Medlock: God! Look at your legs, they are swollen and red!
Mary: [after seeing Colin and Mr. Craven hugging] Nobody wants me!
Mary: [voiceover, while exploring her aunt's room] It looked just like my mother's room. This must have been my aunt's. The dressing tables looked the same. They even had twin ivory elephants.
Martha: I don't know when exactly your uncle will call for you.
Mary: My uncle? Mrs. Medlock said he wouldn't want to see me.
Martha: Ah but he does.
Mary: [voiceover] My parents always thought about themselves. They never thought about me. And if only I could have known that in a few moments I would lose them forever.
Lord Craven: You brought us back to life, Mary. You did something I thought no one could do.
Mary: Are you my servant?
Martha: I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant, and she's Lord Craven's, but I will be doing some upstairs housekeeping and waiting on you a bit.
Mary: Waiting on me makes you my servant, then.
Ben Weatherstaff: Well, he's in breast. Cheeky little beggar.
[pointing to a robin]
Ben Weatherstaff: Look at him!
Mary: What about him?
Ben Weatherstaff: I can't think why, but he's decided to make friends with thee.
Mary: [looks surprised] He has? I've never had any friends.
Ben Weatherstaff: That I believe.
Martha: I've got a present for you. Me mother sent it over.
[She hands Mary a skipping rope]
Mary: What's it for?
Martha: You've got tigers and elephants in India, but have you not got skipping ropes?
Mary: [pointing to a swing] Look, there's a picture of my mother and my aunt sitting here.
Dickon: They say that's how she died.
Mary: My aunt? How?
Dickon: Falling off it.
Colin: I'm master of this house while my father is away.
Mary: Your father? He's my uncle. Nobody told me he had a son.
Colin: Come here. What's your name?
Mary: Mary Lennox.
Colin: I'm Colin Craven.
Mary: Our mothers were sisters. Twins.
Colin: Twins? Nobody told me she had a twin. Fluff the pillows for me, Cousin Mary.
Colin: The covers on this bed are all twisted.
Mary: Well, I don't know what to do about it. I'll call Mrs. Medlock.
Colin: No! She'll be mad if she finds you in here.
Dickon: Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Mary: On the boat coming here, the other children used to sing that at me, but I wasn't as contrary as they were.
Ben Weatherstaff: But aren't your legs all crooked?
Colin: Who says my legs are crooked?
Mary: Nobody says that.
Colin: I'm going to die.
Mary: From what?
Colin: [Shrugs] Everything. I've spent my whole life in this bed.
Mary: [voiceover, as her uncle leaves for the spring] That was the night the rain stopped, the night spring came to Misselthwaite. My poor uncle fled from it, as if he were escaping the spring.
Mrs. Medlock: [to Colin] Your father returns today.
Colin: He won't want to see me.
Mrs. Medlock: Perhaps he will.