All language subtitles for The.Secret.Garden(Amzn).1949.WEB-DL.1080p.DDP2.0.h.264.eng

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[male #1]
'You get used to it when
you've been out East a bit.'

'The cholera, the plague.'

'It strikes white men
and natives.'

'Men, women and children,
they die by the thousands.'

'The cholera
makes no distinction.'

'For a long while
nobody knows who is dead'

'and who got away to the hills.'

'Nobody knows but the vultures'

'circling, waiting..'

Mostly, this is what
you have afterwards.

An empty place
with no breathing soul.

It's not England, Barney.

I ventured to say
you'll get used to it.

You haven't been here
long enough. I have.

[hen clucking]

"Sadea and her husband.
No children identified."

I had tea on this verandah once.

"John Lennox, Mrs. John Lennox."

If I'd been a captain or better,
they'd have asked me again.

Remember, Barney, I told you

the cholera
makes no distinctions.

[woman humming]

[woman humming]

[woman humming]

Who are you?

I might ask, miss. Who are you?

My name is Mary Lennox.

And you haven't answered
my question.

Where's my servant?
Where's cook?

Sadea said my servant was ill
and then Sadea never came back.

Are you a relative
of the Lennoxes?

I told you,
my name was Mary Lennox.

My father was Mr. John Lennox

and my mother
is Mrs. John Lennox.

They went away.
They are always going away.

Your servants. Some of
your servants became very ill.

They, they died.

The others were frightened,
they ran away to the hills.

I knew it,
I knew they didn't all die.

Mother's right. She says,
"You can't trust natives."

They ran away.
Didn't I tell you?

[scoffs]

He's a silly-looking man,
isn't he?

With a silly-looking hat.

- They was identified, sir.
- Well, be certain.

Mr. and Mrs. John Lennox.
Check it again.

They died at the hospital, sir.
No mistake.

What's up, sir? What's in there?

Their little girl. I never knew
they had any children.

- Who's he?
- Uh, he's my orderly.

- His name is Barney.
- Why does he looks so funny?

You needn't stand up.
You're an officer, aren't you?

You'd better stand.

I'm not supposed to be in here
at all, you know?

If mama should catch me..

Oh.

- You never come in here, Mary?
- Of course not.

Children aren't permitted
in the front of the house.

Don't you know anything?

I came here once.
I didn't see you.

- Is that why?
- Of course, it's why.

There. She'll never see those.

I never even knew
Mrs. Lennox had a little girl.

- Has she any more children?
- No.

Well, can't you see?

I'm the only one here
in the house.

Well, I meant,
home in England, perhaps?

'Have you a grandmother?
Somebody else home in England?'

Haven't you any aunts or uncles?

What's wrong with that man?
He's a common soldier.

He should be standing
at attention.

- Barney.
- Yes, sir.

He looks funny.

Never mind about Barney.

There's something
I've got to tell you.

I shan't be very good at it.

So you'll,
you'll have to forgive me.

You see, I knew your mother.

She was a very beautiful woman.

I knew your father, too.
He was a fine man.

But w-w-what I'm trying
to say is..

- You must trust me.
- They're dead, too?

Please.

Mama didn't go away, she died!

- I know how you loved her.
- Stop talking!

I know
how she must have loved you.

Stop talking about her.
She's dead!

And who's going
to take care of me?

[Mary sobbing]

[mumbling]

[clattering]

[ship horn blaring]

It was good of you, nurse,
looking after so many of them

the whole long voyage
to England.

Oh,
they looked after themselves.

They became great friends.

[female #1]
'Poor things,
all of them orphans.'

Say goodbye, Muriel darling.

- Bye, Muriel.
- Goodbye, Muriel.

- Bye, Muriel.
- Bye, bye.

Her grandmother
hasn't got any money.

I heard nurse say so.

I hope my aunt's half as nice
as Muriel's grandmother.

Your aunt, probably,
hasn't got any money, either.

I'm going to live with my uncle
in a great house in Yorkshire.

It has a hundred rooms.

And I shall have
acres and acres of gardens

and a great many servants.

My uncle is Mr. Archibald Craven

and he has
a great deal of money.

- Your uncle's a hunchback!
- He is not!

- He is, he is, he is.
- He isn't, he isn't!

- I heard nurse say so!
- I'll cut out your gizzard!

[indistinct yelling]

No, not just
as we are saying goodbye.

Can I help you?

These are the orphans from India

I presume?

- Which one is Mary Lennox?
- Are you Mrs. Medlock?

- 'Yes.'
- This one.

Hm. Unattractive, isn't she?

Oh, well, I wouldn't say that,
Mrs. Medlock.

It's just her manner.

I'm your uncle's housekeeper.

We've a long journey.
Come along.

Have you no luggage?

Unattractive, I call her.

Oh, golly.

[laughing]

[female #2]
'Children, children.'

[train chugging]

[train horn blaring]

[horses trotting]

- Mrs. Medlock.
- Hm?

Are we crossing the moors?

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A bad night, Mrs. Medlock.

Bad, indeed, Charles,
a long and nasty journey.

- 'Mr. Pitcher about?'
- 'Yes, ma'am.'

[Medlock]
'Fetch him, will you?'

'Wait here a minute, child.'

[wind howling]

[wolves howling]

Good evening, madam.

Oh, oh, oh.

Something amiss?

Oh. Oh, no.

It's-it's just that the children
on the boat said

that you were a hunchback.

He doesn't want to see her.

[Medlock]
'So long as I know
what's expected of me.'

[Pitcher]
'What's expected of you,
Mrs. Medlock'

'is that he doesn't see
what he doesn't want to see.'

Well and good, Mr. Pitcher.

He's leaving for London
late tomorrow.

Her rooms are ready.

Goodnight, Ms. Mary.

[Medlock]
'Come along.'

Why, I thought he was my uncle.

Mr. Pitcher?
He's just Mr. Craven's man.

Rules the roost like the high
and mighty, I might add.

No better than me.

[wind howling]

[wolves howling]

Well?

What's down there?
The hundred rooms?

Never you mind
what's down there. Come along.

Here's where you play.
There's where you sleep.

You might have a bright word.

Tore out everything for you,
he did.

Painting, furnishing..

...trips to London
for clothes and such.

I have my hands full,
I can tell you.

You might say you're thankful.

What's down that hall?

Now, let things be understood.

You play here
and you sleep there.

Down the stairs on the right
is the kitchen and the outdoors.

All that, you're welcome.

But don't you go
poking about the house.

Why didn't my uncle
want to see me?

I came all the way from India
and his light's on

and it's the queerest house
I've ever seen in all my life

and he doesn't want to see me.

Well, you might say
he's a queer one.

Well, I don't want to see him.

Hm, you're a queer one, too.

[kid groaning]

[kid groaning]

I heard somebody crying.

I told you,
no gadding about the house.

I wasn't gadding about.
I heard somebody crying.

I'm sure
I heard somebody crying.

The wind off the moors,
wuthering around the house

and you talk about
someone crying. Goodnight.

[kid sobbing]

[wind howling]

[door opens]

- Hey, thar awake.
- 'Who are you?'

Why, I'm Martha.

[chuckling]
Ah..

What does thy think of thy room?

I hate it.

[laughing]

- What's so funny?
- Well, uh..

If you don't like it,
then look out a window.

- Look at the moors.
- I hate them.

[laughing]
Well, you've none seen them yet.

Thou says that
because they're bare

and lonely
with the winter time.

You wait
till it's spring and summer

and the gorse and the heather
are smelling high with honey

and the skylark
making noises, ah..

What kind of language
are you talking?

Yorkshire, miss.

Hm, Mrs. Medlock,
she says I'll be a servant ever

what with the Yorkshire
drooling from my tongue

like rancid butter.

[laughs]
Rancid butter.

[laughing]

Say, but the good Lord knows

I'll never speak
a proper language.

- Are you my servant?
- Well, there..

Aye, uh, you might say
I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant

and then, then you might say

that Mrs. Medlock's
Mr. Craven's servant

and thee are..

...thy are Mr. Craven's niece.

So in a manner of speaking,
I'm thy servant. Aye.

[laughing]

What's so funny?

I, I'm always laughing.

[laughing]

- Martha.
- In a minute.

- Martha!
- In a minute.

Eh. Eh, but thar's thin.

My pillow's on the floor.
Pick it up.

What thy needs is exercise.

Fresh air, good food
and exercise a-plenty.

That's what my mother says
will do for the skinniest.

And she should know, my mother,
she was raising ten of us.

I said my pillow's on the floor.
Pick it up.

Well, pick it up by thyself

and have a bit of exercise,
for starting.

I want another servant.

In India, it's the custom for
servants to do as they're told

and she doesn't laugh.
My servant never laughs, never!

[sobbing]

- I hate you!
- Aye..

My uncle doesn't want to see me
and nobody will do as I say

and I can't go anywhere.

Aye, it's, it's dreadful.

Get away from me! Go away!

There, there now.

Thar feel strange here
and lonely.

After thy've had thy porridge
and got thy self dressed

hey, thy can go out and play.

My brother, Dickon,
will be coming up to see thee.

- Your brother?
- Aye, Dickon.

Thy like Dickon.

What a one he is for growing
things and the animals.

Half lives on the moors,
he does.

Almost like an animal hisself.

My mother told him to go
and play with that poor child

she said, all by herself

up in that great lone house.

Yes, thy'll be
a right fond of Dickon.

I never saw such a servant.

Does thou think
I play with thy brother?

I-I-I mean, do you think
I play with your brother?

I hate him, I hate him!

I hate you! Go away!

[laughing]
Aye, get thy self dressed.

[laughing]

Wait a minute.

Aren't you going to dress me?

What?

Well, in India it's the custom.

Thy cannot dress thyself?

[laughing]

Of course, I can,
it's, it's just..

[door shuts]

[Martha laughing]

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I do not eat porridge.

I said, I do not eat porridge.

It's breakfast.

I don't want any breakfast,
Mrs. Medlock.

I'm going for a walk
in the garden.

[laughing]

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[birds chirping]

[bird cawing]

[cawing]

[cawing]

Well,
don't be so cocky about it.

[cawing]

[cawing]

Go away, go away, go away.

[cawing]

That's frightened him.
Now be the most quiet.

[imitating crow cawing]

[cawing]

Come on, did she frighten ye?
Come on, then.

Come on.

Thou must be the one from India.

- I'm Mary Lennox.
- Aye. I'm Dickon.

My sister, Martha,
swore thy'd be black.

'At least, dark brown.'

Hmph!

That's frightened him.

What are you doing here?
Where did you come from?

I came through the moor path.

I've watched ye
go about the garden.

There's no way in.

- In where?
- The secret garden.

'He locked the gate
long years ago.'

- Who locked the gate?
- The master, Mr. Craven.

- 'Thy uncle.'
- What do you know about it?

I know what's said.

He locked the gate
and buried the key

and ne'er a soul's
been in there since.

I don't believe you. Do you know
why I don't believe you?

Because there isn't any gate.
I looked.

Yeah, so have I.

[imitating crow cawing]

Come on, come on. Come on, then.

[cawing]

You know everything, don't you?

Only what's said.

Who cares about this old garden?
I don't.

That's why thee run about it
so often?

What were you doing, hiding
in the bushes watching me?

I came to play with thee.

My mother said
thy might be lonely.

Well, I'm not and I don't play

with any servant's brother.

I've never heard of anything
so ridiculous.

Thou can just go home.
I mean, you can just go home.

[cawing]

Thou must learn
not to frighten animals.

My mother sends thee
a skipping rope.

- A what?
- 'A skipping rope.'

'Thy can play
with a skipping rope.'

Dickon, I..

[cawing]

Hey, for a young lady that took
no porridge or breakfast

thar suddenly making up
at tea time.

I'm not hungry, I'm just eating.
Give me another biscuit.

With the rate thy going,
thou'll soon resemble

something lovelier than a slat.

[laughing]

Hey, what's that?

A skipping rope.
Any fool knows that.

Oh, so thy saw Dickon.

Did thy ever meet such a lad?

No, I hate him.

- So that's what you do with it.
- Of course.

Any fool knows that.

Do you mean to tell me, in India
they have no skipping ropes?

It's very undignified.
Can you hand me another biscuit?

Aye.

Martha, why would somebody lock
up a garden and bury the key?

Oh, so Dickon told thee?

I was just wondering.
How long has it been locked up?

[sighs]
Well, I'm just a servant maid.

I have no head for such matters.

Martha, I heard somebody crying
last night when I went to bed.

'I'm sure I heard somebody cry.'

It was the scullery maid.

'Aye, it was last night.'

'Yes, she had a toothache.'

[giggles]
What a fearful row.

Mrs. Medlock said
it was the wind.

Oh, she did?

[Mary]
'Martha, has my uncle
left for London yet?'

He leaves tonight, miss.

- Why thou ask?
- I'm going to see my uncle.

I don't care whether
he wants to see me or not.

You may speak to Mrs. Medlock.

This is the funniest house

I've ever seen in all my life.

Gardens locked up,
rooms you can't go in to

people crying,
and nobody will say anything.

I'll make my uncle
explain things.

Child,
thy does not know thy uncle.

[kid screaming]

[Martha]
'Mary!'

Mary!

[kid screaming]

Mary!

'Mary.'

[kid screaming]

[kid screaming]

Martha! Martha!

[kid screaming]

[gasping]

[kid screaming]

You. What you doing here?
What you want?

I want to go back to my room.

Next time
you'll stay where you belong.

Mrs. Medlock, I..

Please, what was in that room?

Go to bed.

[gasps]

Where have you been?

- Nowhere.
- Your uncle wants to see you.

- He's leaving for London.
- I don't want to see him.

Mary,
your uncle wants to see you.

We're keeping him waiting.

Ms. Mary, sir.

[Craven]
'Come closer.'

- Closer.
- 'Yes, sir.'

I'd hoped
you might be beautiful.

[Mary]
'No, sir.'

You're welcome in this house.

I shall be leaving for London
in a few minutes.

I spend as little time
here myself as possible.

You'll be alone.

You'll find my being away
of no great loss to you.

I, I'm not amusing,
I keep to myself.

I have my books..

'I drink.'

I had hoped
you might be beautiful.

[glass shatters]

Is there anything particular
you want?

'No, sir.'

Is there anything
you'd care to ask me?

I shall be gone a long time.

'Yes, sir. Just..'

Just what?

'Who's the lady in the picture?'

My wife. She's dead.
She died ten years ago.

This is an excellent house
for bitterness, for regrets

for anger against the gods.

It's a poor house
for children, Mary.

But perhaps, you're equal to it.
I'm not. Goodnight.

One, two, three.

One.

Two.

One.

Two.

Two.

Oh, why bother?

[cawing]

[cawing]

Oh.

Hello. I'm Mary Lennox.
I'm from India. Who are you?

I'm Ben Weatherstaff
and I'm the head gardener

and I come from hereabouts.

What was thou doin'
beside the wall?

The wall? Uh, what wall?

Oh. Oh, I was just skipping
rope. I'm always skipping rope.

Let's see thee skipping.

Well, I don't feel like it
right now.

[bird cawing]

Mr. Weatherstaff,
what kind of bird is that?

[Ben]
'Him? A raven.'

[chuckles]
Has thee never seen
a raven before?

Well, in India
we have lots of other birds.

Oh, look at him.

Why, he likes me.

Thy might say it comes natural.

Thar and me,
we have faces like pickles.

He likes me, he likes thee.

Does he live
on the other side of the wall?

Aye, perhaps.

Have you ever been
on the other side

of the wall, Mr. Weatherstaff?

Why does thou ask?

Oh, I was just wondering.

- Have you?
- Perhaps.

In the old days.

How long has it been locked up?

Ten year, come summer.

Ten years?

- What of that?
- Oh, nothing.

My uncle
just happened to mention..

We were having a little talking.

And he said that Mrs. Craven--

He told thee about it?

N-not exactly.

Let him tell thee
the rest of it.

[cawing]

Be off!

Both of thee!

Well, well,
good day, Mr. Weatherstaff.

[instrumental music]

[cawing]

Stop following me. Go away!

[cawing]

It's alright as long
as you don't make yourself

so conspicuous.

There's bound to be a gate
somewhere.

You're disgusting.

Well, I suppose
we all have to eat sometime.

They could have walled it up
so there isn't any gate.

But why should he
want to do that?

[cawing]

No, I'm not going to look.
I saw what you did last time.

[cawing]

I'm not going to help you.

[intense music]

[cawing]

I-I-I was just digging
for worms.

- He was hungry.
- What's in thar pocket?

Oh-oh, my skipping rope.

That's all,
just my skipping rope.

One, two, three

four, five, six

seven, eight, nine, ten..

[woman bawling]

[woman bawling]

[woman bawling]

[screams]

[kid bawling]

[kid bawling]

You're a ghost!

I'm not at all a ghost.

- Are you?
- No.

I'm Colin Crane.
And who are you?

I'm Mary Lennox.

Mr. Craven's my uncle.

- He's my father.
- Your father?

Well, so I have a cousin.

But you can't be the one
who was making all that noise.

When?

The night
Mr. Craven left for London.

Oh. Oh, yes.
I was having a tantrum.

A tantrum?
Why, that's ridiculous.

- 'Not at all.'
- It is.

I've had dozens of tantrums

and I've never made
that much noise.

Of course not.

Dr. Griddlestone says
I have the worst tantrums

south of the Scottish border.

It's 85 miles
from the Scottish border.

- 'I looked it up on the map.'
- Well, I never--

'You may ask Dr. Griddlestone.'

Why hasn't anyone
ever told me about you?

Oh, they're not allowed
to talk about me.

Who won't allow it? Your father?

No. I won't allow it.

They have to do what I say.

I don't like
to be looked at, either.

A lady looked at me
and she said once

said, "Poor child." And put
her face not that far from mine.

- What did you do?
- I barked like a dog.

And she ran away!

Well, I never in all my life..

Why don't you like
to be looked at?

Because I'm a cripple.

Of course, you didn't know.

Yes, I'm a cripple.

I hate the word cripple.
Don't you hate it?

W-well, I never
thought about it, I really--

I can't move my legs.

I can't move them an inch.

I'll tell you something else.

If I live to grow up

I'll get a hump on my back.

Horrid, isn't it?

- Well, I, I really--
- It's alright.

- I shan't live to grow up.
- How do you know?

Oh, everybody says so.
They don't know I'm listening.

I keep my eyes closed,
so they think I'm asleep.

But that's what they say.
I'll never live to grow up.

I don't believe you.

Well, I don't.
How does anybody know?

I don't know
whether I like you or not.

And I don't believe you're going
to get a hump on your back.

- Don't say that!
- Well, I don't.

If you're going to get one,
where is it?

Don't you dare talk like that!

Sometimes I can almost feel it!

Go away! I don't wanna ever
see you again. Never, never!

No. Stay here.

I swear to goodness,
I never met anyone like you

in all my life.

Didn't you? Honestly?

Doesn't anyone ever come
to see you?

Oh, my father. He doesn't like
to see me, though.

He doesn't come very often.

Why doesn't he like to see you?

Oh, he knows when I grow up,
I'll be just like him.

He hates me.

Of course,
I shan't live to grow up.

- So he knows that, too.
- Oh.

Do you know
what I think you are?

I think you're crazy. I do.

You and your father.

What was your mother like?

I don't know.
She died when I was born.

- Then you're ten years old.
- How did you know?

Well, your father said that,
well..

- What?
- Oh, nothing.

Hm, just that
she died ten years ago.

Colin, do you know anything

about a secret garden?

A garden
that's been all locked up

and no one's been into

for, oh, ten years?

I never go outdoors.
I detest going outdoors.

Well, have you ever heard
anyone say--

That's silly,
if there was any such place

I'd have made them
show it to me.

But, oh..

What happened to your mother?

She was killed.

You're a very dull person.

Colin, what do you mean
she was killed?

Oh, a tree fell down
or a limb or something.

It was an accident.
That's her over there.

'Pull the curtain.'

'She's beautiful, isn't she?'

'Did you ever see anyone
so strong-looking?'

That's enough,
close the curtains.

People must do as I say.
I said, close the curtains!

Don't you want to look at her?

No, I hate her.

[chuckles]
You're shocked
because I hate my mother.

- I am not.
- 'No?'

Most people are shocked.

After all, she was my mother
and she is dead.

What's that? I hate my mother.

Really?

She never let anyone see me
because I wasn't pretty.

You needn't think
hating your mother's so special.

But it isn't so wicked for you.

After all,
your mother isn't dead.

Oh, yes, she is.

She is? Really?

You must tell me
about yourself some day.

- Well, I--
- Not now.

Colin, Colin,
you don't know where it was

that your mother was killed?

You act as if you know something
that I don't know.

I don't like people
who know things I don't know.

I don't like secrets.

It was somewhere on the grounds,
that's all I know.

I'm sleepy. You may come
and play with me tomorrow.

Do you know
what you remind me of?

A young raja.

A raja?

That's a kind of a king,
isn't it?

'In India.'

I like that.

A raja.

What did you say your name is?

Mary.

You may sing me to sleep, Mary.

[singing in foreign language]

That's a strange song.

I must ask you about it
some day.

[humming]

[birds chirping]

Ah, oh.

[cock crowing]

- Are you Dickon's mother?
- I am.

Thou must be Mary Lennox.

Well, thank you so much for
the skipping rope, Mrs. Sowerby.

Do you think
if I spoke to Dickon

Dickon would speak to me?

[laughs]

Thou might try and see.

He's caring for the little one.

[sighs]

- Oh. What's that?
- A fox cub.

[Dickon]
'His name's Captain.'

Oh.

Oh.

Dickon,
are you still angry with me?

When was I ever angry with thee?

Oh, good. Well, Dickon,
I've got so many secrets.

- I'm dying, I'm just dying.
- Thou seems most healthy.

Oh, I don't mean that kind
of dying, it's just that..

Oh, Dickon,
I need you terribly, terribly.

All you have to do
is listen to me.

What good's a secret
if there's no to tell it to?

- But first you must swear.
- I swear.

Oh, good, Dickon.
There's a secret boy, you know?

- A what?
- A secret boy.

He lives
in one of those hundred rooms.

And nobody ever gets to see him
and he's ten years old

and he doesn't go anywhere
and he's Mr. Craven's son.

Colin, the one that can't walk.

Why, I thought it was a secret.

Well, Mary, I've never seen him,
but he's no secret.

My sister, Martha,
tends him some.

Why, I was never so disappointed
in all my life.

I hate you. I hate you.

- What's that?
- Thar knows everything.

Now, it'd be a deal I don't..

- The garden.
- The secret garden.

- Thou found the gate?
- No, not yet.

[goat bleating]

Dickon, Dickon, wait for me!

[goat bleating]

It's bound to be
behind those bushes.

What if there is no gate?

What if he sealed the wall up
with stone?

If he had done that,
then why should he bury the key?

That's not sensible.

That man, he's always working
behind those bushes.

It's the only place
I haven't had a chance to look.

[raven cawing]

Good morning.

[cawing]

[cawing]

Go away.

Go away, go away.

[cawing]

What ails thee?

[cawing]

You know what..

[imitating crow cawing]

[cawing]

I'm afraid they sealed the door.

Dickon.

- Oh, Dickon, we--
- Shh.

Thar?

[laughing]

Ah, true, it's dinner time.

[laughing]

[rattling]

The key, Dickon.

Oh. Open it up, Dickon.

Please.

[creaking]

[dramatic music]

[gate creaking]

[gate creaking]

It's thar and me, Mary,
and none else in ten years.

Roses?

How that old bush would bloom
with a bit of pruning..

Why, you could prune it, Dickon.
No one would know, except us.

Lilacs.

Such lilacs.

What are lilacs?

Thou's never seen lilacs?

Mary.

In India thy never spied
a lilac bush in bloom?

Thy'll see lilacs.

[water splashes]

Dickon!

Dickon, look,
something's coming up already.

Daffodils.

I can't tell you
what a daffodil's like

except it's yellow.

Oh, Dickon,
we can take care of them.

- Aye.
- We can come here every day.

We can dig around them
and get rid of all those weeds.

We can make it
just the way it used to be.

And nobody would know, just us.

- Oh, what a secret.
- Aye.

Dickon.

Two?

Colin said
his mother had an accident.

That a tree fell on her
or a limb or something.

- You don't suppose?
- Aye.

Just the two of them.

They were taking their tea.

Mr. Craven over there.

Oh, how dreadful.

He locked up the garden and left
things just as they were.

Could be.

I always heard
it was her garden.

And none came here
but just herself

and the master
and old Ben Weatherstaff.

- Ben?
- Aye.

He tended it.

Just the two of them

taking their tea.

And then..

...the limb of the tree

falling from nowhere.

Poor Mr. Craven.
What a terrible accident.

Dickon!

- Oh.
- Mary.

I just didn't want
to look at it any longer.

Aye.

But he couldn't have.

Colin said
how his father loved her.

And if he loved her,
it must have been an accident.

- It just must have.
- Aye.

A man, let's say,
who done a bad thing

he'd not leave his axe
for all to see.

Of course,
he did lock up the garden

and bury the key, but--

Well, all the same.

The master, I've not seen him.

But from all I've heard tell,
he's a shy and a crippled man.

Thar's met him, Mary.

Would thar say he was
the sort of a man to, to..

I don't know, Dickon.

Mary, it's ten long years.

And I can't put my mind on
dead things in the spring time.

I'm not going to think about it,
either.

I'm not going to think about it
one bit.

[laughs]
Thou's not
such a bad-looking lass at that.

Why,
thou's blushing like a beet.

Now, we'll need a hoe, two hoes.
One for you and one for me.

You might make a list
of what we need.

We have to have something
to cut away all that dead stuff.

I hate dead stuff. Don't you?

Thou's an odd one, Mary.

Why, I'm not odd one bit.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

It's lunchtime and I'm hungry.

I'll meet you here
at two o'clock.

[gate creaking]

Dickon, did you really mean
what you said about

that, that I'm not
so bad-looking?

There they were.
Lions all around me.

I'll finish the story
some other time.

Mary Lennox, I told Martha

that if you didn't tell me
stories this afternoon

I'd have a tantrum.

- But if Mrs. Medlock should--
- I'll fire Mrs. Medlock.

She has to do what I say.
Everybody has to do what I say.

Now you finish that story.

Well, the lions attacked me,
of course.

- And the elephants?
- Oh, the elephants were tamed.

- They were helping me.
- What'd you do?

Well, I hid behind the tree
like this.

And the elephants all lined up
in front of me like this.

The lions were over there
and they all roared like this.

[imitating lion roaring]

And the elephants all went
with their trunks like this.

What time is it?

It's only three o'clock.
What, what happened then?

- Never mind what happened then.
- You're not going to go.

- What happened then?
- Well, I ran home.

The last I heard, the elephants
were fighting the lions.

Your story doesn't come out
very well.

Well, it's a true story.

If it doesn't come out well,
I can't help it.

I forbid you to leave until

you make the story
come out better.

You forbid me?

Or you might play with me,
instead. Whichever you choose.

I'll play with you some other
time. I'll have to meet Dickon.

- Who's Dickon?
- 'Oh, a boy I know.'

- I don't like him!
- 'You don't like anything.'

I do. I want you to stay here
and play with me.

Oh, Colin, I don't want you
to be angry with me

but I promised Dickon.

Like he's not
some common, dirty little boy!

- 'He is not!'
- Common, dirty! Common, dirty!

Don't you dare talk that way
about Dickon!

Why, he's the most wonderful,
the most..

- I'm leaving!
- Here I am, ill.

I can't walk, and you won't stay
and play with me.

Oh, Colin, please stop crying.

I can't help it if I cry.

I'm not happy.
I want somebody to play with me.

You won't play with me.
You don't like me!

Oh, stop it! I do like you!

You don't! You don't! You don't!

I can't walk like other boys,
I'm ill. You don't care.

You don't even care
if I'll ever live to grow up.

Oh, stop it!
You'll live as long as I will!

- I won't, I won't!
- You will, you will!

- And in future--
- Get out of here!

Get out of here,
get out of here!

I hate you,
I hate you, I hate you!

I don't wanna
ever see you again!

Make her go away!
No one asked her here.

I can't make her go away!

You good for nothing
little scamp.

Why, I could cut off your head!

You frightful child!
Can't you see that he's ill?

- 'But, Mrs. Medlock--'
- 'Get out of this room.'

[Medlock]
'I told you to stay away,
if ever I find you here again'

I'll have to talk to your uncle.
You understand me?

You're only living here
by your uncle's kindness.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, Mrs. Medlock.

Oh, I'm so ill, Mrs. Medlock.

What a wretched child.

I'll die, Mrs. Medlock.
I want to die.

There, there, I've got dear
Dr. Griddlestone to see you.

She wouldn't go
and I couldn't get out of bed.

Poor boy.

'Our poor helpless boy.'

We'll never let this
happen again.

- Will we, Mrs. Medlock?
- Never.

Never.

Poor boy.

Now, have you been taking
all of the medicine

that I left you last time?

Oh, yes, Dr. Griddlestone.

And I'm sure that you've kept
the windows closed

and the irons.

You've kept the irons
on the legs constantly?

Oh, yes, doctor.

The pulse is a trifle weak.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[gate creaking]

My garden. My very own garden.

[raven cawing]

[cawing]

Hello.
Dickon will come back soon.

His spelling isn't very good,
but, but he'll come back.

Then we'll help all we can.

'Maybe it'll live and grow
and have a flower.'

'Just the way we like things.
Dickon and I.'

[Colin screaming]

- Hurry, hurry.
- I am hurrying.

We may need
another hot water bottle.

Hurry, hurry.

[Colin screaming]

[footsteps approaching]

[Colin screaming]

- Oh.
- It's a daffodil.

- I know.
- But you don't understand.

I've never seen
a daffodil before.

Thou unfeeling child,
does thou not hear the noise

that's been going on
since morning?

Oh, it's a tantrum.

Lord have mercy,
he'll die of it.

No one ever died of a tantrum.

- Ha-ha-ha!
- I know.

[Colin screaming]

[door creaking]

Oh, bother.

[glass shattering]

[Colin]
'Get out, get out, get out!'

'Get o-o-out!'

'He-e-elp!'

'I hate you!'

[glass shattering]

'Get out!'

[glass shattering]

You're doing
all the wrong things.

Oh. Thy nerves.

I only said you're doing
all the wrong things.

Go away, child. He's hysterical.

- 'Do you hear? Hysterical.'
- Why, of all the nonsense.

You act like children.

If you're so clever,
go in there yourself.

- Why, I would, but..
- Mary.

Mary Lennox, stop where you are.

You're the one
that started him off

you worthless little scamp.

Ever since I found you
in his room

he's been getting worse
and worse.

And now he says he can feel
the bump on his back.

- And whose fault is that?
- Stop shaking me, Mrs. Medlock!

I'll let your uncle know.
You'll be sent away!

You're making me angry,
Mrs. Medlock!

I'm making you angry?

Why, you cold-hearted
little animal.

What you did to that poor boy?

Breaking into his room,
taunting him, teasing him.

But, Mrs. Medlock, he asked me.
He wouldn't let me go.

And now
you can't even tell the truth.

- Mary Lennox.
- I'm in charge of this case.

- Get out!
- I won't get out!

- Get out!
- Wake your head up!

- See if I care. If I have to--
- 'Get out!'

- 'Ah!'
- I hate you!

I hope you die!

- I hope you die!
- 'Get out!'

You lied to Mrs. Medlock!
You don't care what you say!

You only care about yourself!
You're mean and selfish!

Stop being so proud of yourself!
I'm worse than you are!

I hate you, I hate you!

I hate you!

[Colin screaming]

Everybody hates you!

'Get out, get out, get out!'

Get out! Get out!

I won't, I won't, I won't!

[screaming]

You're mean and selfish!

[indistinct yelling]

Go on, yell your head off!

- Get out!
- Scream!

[screaming]

Scream! Scream!

I can scream louder
than you can!

[screaming]

I told you so.

Nurse. Mrs. Medlock.

And don't start
that crying again.

I can scream louder than you can

and I can cry harder, too.
Although, I'm not going to.

Why, you never met anyone
as bad as I am.

You don't care
how I'll never live to grow up.

Oh, stop it.
You'll live as long as I will.

You just say that
to make people do what you say.

I will die. Don't you dare say
that I won't die!

Why, you're proud
that you're going to die.

It makes you feel
a little special.

It makes you feel important.

- You're proud.
- Nurse.

Don't you think
I don't know all the tricks.

Why, I was worse
the day I was born

than you are this very minute.

And don't start that crying.
I won't listen.

[Colin sobbing]

I do want to die.
Mary, really, I do.

- You shouldn't.
- There's a bump on my back.

- I don't believe it.
- There is.

I could feel it this morning.

- Well, it isn't there now.
- It is.

My father always said..

Oh, Mary,
I don't want to live to grow up.

Nurse?

- Show me his back.
- No!

I don't want anybody to see me.

- There.
- No, please!

Now, I'm not going to hurt you.

Now, there's a good boy.
Just a minute.

There we are.

Now turn over.

Come along now.

That's it.

[Mary]
'Why, there isn't a bump
as big as a pin.'

'Just backbone lumps.
And I have those.'

Everybody has.

And if you ever say
there's a bump coming up

if you ever once say it

why, I'll laugh
and laugh and laugh.

Make everybody go away.

[Colin]
'Mary.'

'I'm tired. Hold my hand.'

Go to sleep.

My father always said
that some day I'd be like him.

He likely believes it.
Grownups can be awfully silly.

But let's not think about him.

It's been so awfully long
since I've seen you.

Tell me a story, Mary.

Tell me a story
about what you've been doing.

I can't, Colin.

- Please?
- Well, it's a secret.

Dickon and I have a secret.

I never see anybody.

I don't have any secrets.

- Could I meet Dickon some day?
- Why, of course.

I'll bring him
to see you tomorrow.

Tell me some kind of story,
Mary.

Well, once upon a time..

It isn't a true story,
of course

but once upon a time,
there was a secret garden.

Oh, it was a lovely garden

'with walls all around it'

'with vines and flowers.'

'And grownups never came there'

only children.

It was just like
a make-believe garden.

Only it wasn't make-believe.

The lilacs and the tulips
and the daffodils

'were the most beautiful flowers
in all the world.'

'And no one could see them,
except the children.'

'Oh, and the children
were so happy.'

They were never mean
and they never quarreled.

But sometimes they wished

that all the children
in all the world

could have a secret garden

just like theirs.

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

[raven cawing]

[lamb bleating]

[cawing]

[bleating]

[Captain whimpers]

[bleating]

Hello. This is Dickon.

- Hello.
- Hello.

She wants a bit of breakfast.
She's very starving.

It was mean
not to feed her sooner

but I thought
thou might like to feed her.

Uh, here.

There. That's right.

Just like a baby.

[Captain whimpers]

- What's that?
- 'It's a fox cub.'

[Mary]
'Dickon found it on the moors.'

His name's Captain.

He's what you might call
a volunteer. Ha-ha!

Colin, can you keep a secret?

But you've got to swear it
on blood or something.

- What secret?
- Here.

Swear on this key
that you'll never, never tell.

- Tell what?
- Well..

How can I tell you
unless you swear?

How can I swear unless I know

what I'm swearing about?

We can tell him, Mary.

It's just about an old garden.

And that's the key.

An old garden,
full of things in bloom

and lovely smells.

And no one's been in there
for ten whole years

'but just Mary and me.'

The secret garden!

Mary I thought it was
just a story you were making up.

Why, I dreamed about it
last night.

Aye, and Mary and me,
we dreamed of nought else

since we first found it.

We dreamed how fine it could be

and the weeds all gone
and the roses pruned

and none but us to see.

We must take thee there
so thou may see it.

Oh, that's Dickon.
He's always talking Yorkshire.

- And he gets me talking.
- Must I talk Yorkshire?

No, you don't have to do
anything.

Just swear that you won't tell.

And then
we'll show the garden to you.

I never go outdoors.

Servants look at me and..

Anyway, that stupid old

Dr. Griddlestone's coming
this morning.

He's bringing another doctor
from London

and they'll probably say
I'm worse.

Oh, don't pay any attention
to any old doctors.

And about the servants,
all you have to do

is tell them
to keep out of the gardens.

They have to do what you say.

And it'd do us a big favor.

[footsteps approaching]

[cawing]

- Don't say anything.
- Swear.

I-I swear.

[cawing]

[cawing]

Oh, oh..

[groans]
Ooh, ooh..

[laughing]

Never in all my life have I..
Oh, oh, oh, oh..

[indistinct chatter]

[groaning]

[laughing]

[Colin laughing]

My wig, my wig..

My wig. Give me my wig.

Give me, give me my..
Oh..

My wig, my wig! My wig! My wig!

[lamb bleating]

[laughing]

[laughing]

[coughs]

I'm Dr. Fortescue.

You'll pardon me, my boy,
but I practice in London.

Is all this customary
on a rural call?

[laughing]

I'm beginning to understand
why your father thought

Dr. Griddlestone
needed a little help.

If you are the patient,
and I presume you are

I wonder if you'll live
to such a ripe old age.

[giggling]

- And what are these for?
- I can't walk.

I don't blame you, my boy.

If I had to live in this house

I'd want to stay safe
in bed, too.

[laughing]

You're old enough.
Why don't you just retire?

Dr. Fortescue, I'm so ashamed.

[chuckles]
What did you lose?

- What?
- I thought..

- You said this boy was ill.
- I beg your pardon, sir?

Why don't you sell that stuff
to the rag-and-bone man?

What are you trying to do?
Build a bridge?

You speak
most unprofessionally, sir.

If you think
that what happened this morning

to...poor Dr. Griddlestone

has ever happened before,
you're wrong.

Never in this house!

I assumed such things
never happened before.

If they had,
he'd be a different boy.

If I speak unprofessionally,
doctor

it's because
I haven't the slightest hope

of influencing you.

It's my safe assumption, though,
that the walls have ears

'and that the walls
can understand what you cannot.'

What kind of doctor is this?
He's mad.

I shall report your conduct
to Mr. Craven.

You will
and he'll pack you up, not me.

I diagnosed this case,
accurately, I believe

when I met the father.

Examining the child
was a formality.

How dare you say such things
in front of the patient?

I speak in front of the patient
with purpose.

Fear is a disease,
fear can waste muscles

destroy men, paralyze nations.

You're not the first,
my boy, nor the last.

I prescribe fresh air, exercise

wild animals and children.

And take off those irons.

I write the prescription
on the wind.

You terrible children!

- The irons stay on.
- You can rest assured, doctor.

- I'll take my orders from you.
- Thank you, Mrs. Medlock.

It is, of course,
for Mr. Craven to decide.

I'll report the whole matter
to him without prejudice.

Dr. Griddlestone.

- I'm going outdoors.
- You're not! You'll catch cold.

You'll allow me to go outdoors,
Mrs. Medlock

or I can make myself
quite difficult.

'You'll tell the servants
to stay in the house.'

'Dickon will wheel me.'

Tell Ben Weatherstaff
and the gardeners

to work in the greenhouses.

- I'll have no one about.
- Dr. Griddlestone.

In India, Mrs. Medlock,
it's a custom

to do as you're told.

That wretch!

Let him have his way.

Poor boy.

He's had a difficult time of it.

I may say I've had
a difficult time of it myself.

- Oh..
- I'm good, thank you.

Oh, Dr. Griddlestone

I assure you
this will never happen again.

- Good day.
- Good day, Mrs. Medlock.

Good day.

[cawing]

Oh, no.

- Not again!
- Ha-ha.

[bleating]

[instrumental music]

It's right in there
behind those bushes.

[lamb bleats]

- Dickon, right now.
- Before thy goes in--

I want to know right now.

[dramatic music]

Colin.

[Mary sobbing]

Go away, Ben.

Go to the greenhouses,
Weatherstaff.

You were told
to work in the greenhouses!

You were wonderful, Colin.

I'd hoped I might walk in.

[birds chirping]

- Could you wheel me?
- Aye.

[lock clicks]

I was so frightened
the first time

I could hardly turn the lock.

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

These are roses.

Those are lilacs.

Oh.

See the little lake?

I shall live forever.

I shall live forever.

[Big Ben tolling]

Send the gentleman in.

Good evening, Dr. Fortescue.

Good evening, Mr. Craven.

Sit down.

- Brandy?
- No, thank you.

Last spring you went up
to my country place

to examine my son.

I had your report.

- I resented it.
- Naturally.

Now after some months
you write me a letter.

Your fee was paid
at the time of the examination.

I'd assumed that you regarded
your services as ended.

I resented your report. I regard
the letter as outrageous.

Naturally.

You persist
in regarding me as the patient

as well as my boy.

Perhaps I should double my fee.

Why did you write me
that letter?

Curiosity.

I may tell you, Dr. Fortescue

that when I engaged you,
I assumed

you were a doctor of medicine.

Would it be impudent, sir

to call a physician
of your standing an imposter

and a most dangerous charlatan?

It'd be impudence.

I'm an impudent man myself,
Mr. Craven.

I could understand.

There is his mother. You asked.

I may tell that our marriage

was the one
superbly happy experience

in my less than happy life.

And if you imply otherwise,
I shall kill you!

Don't. I believe you.

For ten years, Dr. Fortescue

my sanity has been a matter of

shall we say, touch and go.

I've walked
the most delicate balance

between the gods and lightning

between life and the chasm.

I have buried certain memories
with utter care.

I have vilified others.

And I don't enjoy the prospect
of going insane.

Your letter, Dr. Fortescue,
has made my balance no easier.

That was its purpose.

[glass shatters]

You are a passionate man,
Mr. Craven.

You may leave.

That's a fine boy
you have up there.

You ought to go and see him
once in--

I said, you may leave!

I'm not too concerned
with what happened

between you and your wife.

I'm a doctor, not a detective.

I do know, though,
that some kinds of memories

won't stay buried and so
we have to bury the patient.

'What does concern me
is the boy.'

You said in your letter
I wanted him to die.

Did I? Well,
I'm not too diplomatic a man.

It's a technical point, anyway.

I just suggest...well, perhaps

while you were keeping
your own balance with such care

you transferred
your longing to die to your son.

Leave my house! You..

You're a normal man.

Do you know what it is
to be ugly

to be cursed and set apart?

To live in fear, to be hated
for things you can't help?

To be pitied

to see your curse
in every mirror

prying eyes in every face?

Your son is as normal as I am.

You lie!

Well, I should be going.

And it's been
a fascinating case, Mr. Craven.

Give my regards to the children
when you see them.

I enjoy children.

Goodnight.

Would thou call it
an everlast of summer, Dickon?

Aye.

There's a smell of rain
in the air.

What a fine summer it's been.

What with digging
and weeding and eating

your mother's bread and jam,
I'm fat like a pig.

[laughing]

Listen to the way thy talk.
Why, I'm fat, too.

I haven't got a single wrinkle
left in my stocking.

[laughing]

Perhaps we shouldn't laugh.

Dr. Griddlestone's
getting suspicious.

He keeps asking me
what we've been doing.

I can hardly get my irons on
anymore. They aren't big enough.

It's Mrs. Medlock
I'm worried about.

First she got suspicious
because we ate too much

and then when we started
bringing things from your house

and ate hardly anything at home,
then she got more suspicious.

She's a suspicious woman.

Hm. Should I give her the sack?

No, that wouldn't do any good.

Your father would just come back
from London.

Do you know what I think, Colin?

I think
you should have a tantrum.

A tantrum?

What if he doesn't feel like it?

You don't have to feel like it.

I don't think I could have
a tantrum even if I wanted to.

Colin, not even for our secret?

Just like Dickon says,
I-I don't feel like it.

Men!

Thou could have one.

Somebody has to have a tantrum.

Dickon's not the sort.
Thar, Mary.

Oh, dear.

I don't feel like a tantrum,
either.

Oh, what's wrong with us?

[cawing]

What's wrong with him?

He's angry.

It must be the coming of winter.

[cawing]

Mary.

- Run and hide.
- I can't.

- Dickon.
- Quick.

[dramatic music]

Open the gate.

I hate him. I hate him.

He had his orders.
I'll discharge him.

You have no right to be here,
Weatherstaff.

Nor has thee.
Get thee back to the house.

Fine. I suppose
you'll tell Mrs. Medlock.

I've known where thy was
all summer and I've said nought.

I beg of thee, I beg of thee.

Get back to the house.

I have no one working here
who knows.

I can't tell you what'd happen
if he found me here.

- If who found us here?
- Your father.

Your father's here
with some gentleman from London.

Let him not find me here.
I beg of thee.

Dickon.

I hate you! I hate everybody!

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

[rain splattering]

[wind howling]

[sighs]

[door opens]

[gasps]

[sighs]
Dickon.

Heaven help me
from coming through the hall

and getting lost
in this ghost trap.

It was easier
coming up the vine.

Dickon, what is it?
What's happened?

Can thy find a way
to Colin's room?

Yes.

Take hold of me hand, Mary.

If I get lost
in this wuthering house

I'll show them
what a tantrum is.

[Colin]
'Mary.'

'I thought
it was going to be my father.'

Thou hasn't seen him yet?

All this time?
Then I'm not too late.

What are you doing here this
time of night? What's happened?

When thou sees the father,
say nought about the garden.

- Of course, I wouldn't.
- I would just the same.

When I tell thee Ben's story..

- Ben Weatherstaff came to me.
- Ben?

Tonight, and me in bed

and the wind howling
and it's Ben off the moors.

- Dickon.
- Ben.

A man so afraid
I've never seen.

Afraid to tell, yet fearing
to come to thee or Mary

that thy might not listen.
So he came to me.

Well, what did he say?

Then there was the old table

and the broken chair

and the axe in the old oak tree.

Thy mother..

Mary and me, we knew.
We never told thee.

- Dickon.
- Ben was there.

He told me all.
It was an accident, Mary.

We were wrong to suspect.

- Suspect what?
- 'It is of no importance.'

Thy father loved thy mother
like none can tell

or so Ben says.
It was her garden.

And every afternoon, they took
their tea under the oak

and none was there
but old Ben tending the roses.

And then one day, the limb fell.

The men carried your mother
back to the house

and there she died
after thee was born.

Why do you have to tell me
about it?

I must Colin. The garden.

Ben stayed in the garden
all that night.

He can't say why, he just did.

With the sun not up yet,
thy father came back.

His eyes were like bloody ghosts
from the weeping

and his mind gone from him

and an axe in his hand.
The axe.

'He tried
to chop down the tree.'

'He tried to kill the tree'

'that killed thee mother.'

Chopping, chopping.

And the tree's stronger than

thee father's crippled back.

He couldn't chop it down, Colin

and he fell to the ground

with the axe still in the tree

and the tree not dented.

And he wept like a man crazy

and he cursed at Ben when Ben
wouldn't finish the chopping.

And then it was sunup

and thee father got up
from the ground

and he was a man,
different and changed

'and his eyes were like ice,
yet burning.'

He swore how he'd lock
the garden and bury the key.

And if ever a human being
laid eyes on it again

he'd see the garden destroyed
forever more.

He'd tear out the vines,
the roses, the lilacs.

He'd see the trees cut down
and nothing left.

He'd mix salt with the earth
and blight the dirt.

- That was what he swore.
- Our garden.

It was ten years ago.
A man can change.

'I can't believe
he'd still do it.'

You don't know him!

What kind of a man is it
that'd kill

a growing thing,
a bush of roses

a lily bulb waiting to bloom?

I can't believe it, I'll not.

He could, he could.

I said these things to Ben

and Ben said,
"But he loved her."

And I said, "What of that?

Is loving somebody
a reason to kill?"

And Ben said,
"How old are thee?"

[instrumental music]

Mary.

My father must have loved
my mother very much.

Mother.

[sobbing]

I suppose.

I-I mean, I suppose
we are not old enough.

There must be an awful lot
we don't know.

Well, I don't want to know.
I don't want to grow up!

[sobbing]

Mary?

You told me a story once..

...about a secret garden

that no one
but children could see..

...and grownups never came.

The children were very happy.

It's a long time
until we're grownups.

We're going to be happy.

Nothing's ever going to happen
to our garden.

No one's ever going to know.

[footsteps approaching]

My father. Hide.

[wind howling]

You're awake.

Where were you
when I arrived this afternoon?

I asked for you. No one knew.

I was out of doors.

I came back as soon as I heard
you were here.

Mrs. Medlock tells me
you've spent much of the summer

out of doors. I'm surprised.

The house gets stuffy.

But what do you do?
You can't run and play.

I watch the others.

Mary Lennox
and the neighbor boy.

- 'Where do you go?'
- 'Nowhere, father.'

[Colin]
'Just out of doors.'

I'm taking you to Italy
for the winter.

- To Italy?
- 'Just you and I.'

[Craven]
'I've been a wretched father.
I shall try to do better.'

We'll not come back to England
for a long, long time.

I don't want..

I mean..

...who's to look after
the house and..

So I'm selling the house.

I've brought a gentleman
up from London with me.

'If he likes the house,
he'll buy it.'

I shall know in the morning.

Sell the house?
The gardens, everything?

Of course. Why not?

You look at me so strangely.
What's the matter, Colin?

I-I don't want you to sell it.

This is absurd,
you've always hated it.

Why do you want me
to keep it now?

- You can't sell it!
- Well, stop this nonsense.

- I'm trying to help you.
- I won't leave it, I won't!

Colin, Colin, I..

I'd die, I'd die!
You can't sell it.

You can't, you can't, you can't!

Stop it!

Oh, Colin, my son.

We'll go away, we'll rid
ourselves of this place

and never come back.

I've shared my curse with you

and I can no more cure
your poor body

than you can cure my mind.

But I swear to you,
I swear before God

we'll be happy together

while there's still time.

I owe you everything
a father can owe a son.

- We'll be very happy, papa.
- Thank you.

We'll leave for Italy
in a few days.

[door shuts]

[wind howling]

[birds chirping]

But I couldn't help wondering
while I was poking about

what stories these
old country houses could tell.

Century after century

generation after generation

what tragedies,
what comedies they've seen.

Would you say
you've poked about sufficiently?

Forgive me, I'm a man
with a great deal of money

and no background whatsoever.

So that makes me a romantic.

Yes, I think
I've poked about sufficiently.

- Hm. Shall we go in?
- Thank you.

I'll give you my check.

Our lawyers in town
will arrange the balance

and the transfer. Oh, thank you.

It's understood, however,
that the check will be binding?

It's understood.

[sighs]
If you had children

you wouldn't want
to part with those gardens.

I have a son.
He's crippled. He can't walk.

'Oh. Well,
I'm sorry to hear that.'

I'll take the check.

What about the garden
that's locked up?

You may do with it
whatever you like.

I hardly dared to ask,
but I hoped

you might have an outside ghost
or something.

'You're a man of old family,
you lock up your garden'

'just to protect
your valuable plants.'

I'm a businessman and I want

a secret garden and ghosts.

If you actually expect
valuable plants

you'll be disappointed.

The garden has been locked
for ten years.

'No one's been in it
in that time.'

It's inhabited,
in all probability, by weeds.

'I beg your pardon?'

Why, it's as beautifully kept
a garden as I've ever seen.

What? You saw it?

Of course. There was a ladder.

- I climbed the ladder.
- You're lying!

I don't know what's the matter
with you, Mr. Craven

but it's your garden.

And I tell you,
it's magnificent!

I tell you, nobody has been
in it for ten years!

Nobody's been in it
for ten years.

[dramatic music]

- Ben Weatherstaff.
- Sir?

Get me Ben Weatherstaff.

He's somewhere in the grounds,
sir, yes--

Never mind. That's all.

[music continues]

I'm selling the house,
Mr. Bromley, to escape

if possible,
the temptation of madness.

It would seem that the gods
have arranged for me

one last chance.

I've resisted as long as I can.

[music continues]

[raven cawing]

- Mr. Craven, sir.
- Get away.

You must not go in there.

Get away or I'll kill you!

[cawing]

- 'The raven, Dickon.'
- 'Maybe it's Ben.'

[Mary]
'Lock the gate!'

[dramatic music]

You!

Please, please, Mr. Craven,
we were just leaving.

- Get away from me!
- Don't do it again! Please!

- Please, Mr. Craven!
- Colin! Colin!

- Colin?
- Father.

It's our garden.

Please.

Please don't hurt our garden.

[birds chirping]

[birds chirping]

Papa.

Oh, Colin.

You should have come sooner.

You should've seen the lilacs.

Thou may see 'em next year, sir.

- They'll be better by far.
- Next year?

Colin will be helping us
prune 'em.

Thou may help us, too.

[chuckles]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]