All language subtitles for The Secret Garden 1975

What is that odd noise?

Much sickness.
Much cholera sickness.

Missie Sahib, you come
with me quick.

No! Go away!
I don't want you!

Yes, yes. I go.
I go now.

It's through
that door there, sir.

This one, here?

Yes, the one
that's slightly open.

What desolation.

I can't understand Lennox
allowing his wife

to stay here
during the hot weather.

But sir, she insisted on
giving this dinner party.

Typical.

Anyway, he never could refuse
her anything. Poor devil.

They hadn't any children,
had they?

I believe they had one, sir.
A girl.

No one ever saw her,

she was left almost entirely
to the Ayah.

Oh, well, I suppose
they had the sense

to send her away in good time.

Well, there doesn't seem
to be anyone here.

We'll just make sure then,
shut the place up.

Now, you take
the servants' quarters.

- And mind how you go.
- Yes, sir.

Now, don't touch anything.

Of course, sir.

Good heavens.

- Barnard?
- Yes, sir?

I am Mary Lennox.

I've only just woken up.
Who are you?

I'm Colonel McGrew.

Good Lord.

The child no one ever saw.

She's actually been forgotten.

Why was I forgotten?

Why does nobody come?

I want my Ayah!

Look, my dear,
I'm afraid your Ayah

has gone away with
the rest of them.

They ran away because
they were afraid

of getting cholera
if they stayed here.

Pigs. Cowardly pigs!

How dare they leave me alone?
How dare they?

Steady now, little lady.
You'll be all right.

Where can we take her, sir?

Oh, I don't know,
but she can't stay here.

Why can't I stay here?

This is my home.

What about the Crawfords?

They've got children
of their own, haven't they?

Five.

Well, one more won't
make much difference.

It'll only be for
a short while,

until we can get in touch
with her relatives in England.

I don't like children,
and I won't go!

You talk to her, Barnard.

Listen, my dear, you can't
stay here all alone.

And no one's
coming to see you.

I don't understand.

Where are my father and mother?

Why don't they come?

Well? Answer me!

Why don't they come?

Poor little kid.

There's nobody left to come.

Well, I suppose
I might as well tell you

something about
the place you're going to.

Do you know anything
about your uncle?

Only that he is my guardian.

Did your father or your mother
never talk about him?

No. They didn't talk
to me about things.

Well, you're going
to a queer place.

Well, not that it isn't
a grand house

in a gloomy sort of way.

It's 400 years old and
it's on the edge of a moor.

It's nigh on
a hundred rooms in it,

but most of them
shut up and locked.

There's a big park around it.

And gardens and trees

and branches turning
to the ground.

Some of them.

Well, there's nothing else.

Well, what do you think of it?

Nothing. I know nothing
of such places.

You're like an old woman.

Don't you care?

It doesn't matter
whether I care or not.

You're right enough
there, it doesn't.

Your uncle's not going
to trouble himself about you,

and that's for certain.

He never troubles about
no one, not even...

Not even?
Why did you stop?

Oh, well, not even the house
or himself.

He's got a crooked back,
you see,

and he were always
a sour young man,

for all his big house
and his money.

Until he married.

His wife were a sweet,
pretty young thing

and he'd have walked
the world over

to get her a blade of grass.

But she died.

Oh.

Did she die?

My word, that's the first bit
of interest

I've seen you take in anything.

Yes, she died.

And that made him
sourer than ever.

There, I shouldn't be
grieving you,

with your mother's death
so recent.

I'm not grieving.

I saw very little
of the Mem Sahib.

The Mem Sahib?

Surely, don't mean
your own mother?

I often called her that.

She was beautiful,
but she didn't care.

Didn't care?

Now, what sort of
a thing to say is that?

Well, she didn't.

What about your father?

He was always ill.

He didn't care about me either.

You're a strange
child, and no mistake.

Well, we've got a long journey
to go but yet,

so you better lie back and close
your eyes and get some sleep.

I'm not tired.

Well, you might not be,
but I am.

I'm cold!

Tell the driver to hurry!

He's going as fast as he can.

Do as you're told!
He's a servant, isn't he?

He's Mr. Craven's coachman.

It's not my place
to give him orders.

Here we are, child.

Here we go.

Trunk's on the other side.

Off you go in, child.

Take the rest of the luggage
up to Miss Mary's room.

Come along, child.

Come on.

Quickly!

You are to take her
to her room.

Mr. Craven doesn't want
to see her tonight.

Very well, Mr. Pitcher.

Just so long as I know what's
expected of me, I can manage.

What's expected of you,
Mrs. Medlock,

is that you make sure
he's not disturbed.

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

Oh, lots of stairs
in this house.

There.

Well, here we are.

Now then, this room

and the next one
are where you'll live.

And you must keep to them.

Now, take off your cloak.

I'm not accustomed
to being told to do things.

But you're a young madam.

Very well, I'll do it
just this once.

Go into the bedroom
and wash your hands and face.

- Yes?
- I've put Miss Mary's supper

on the table, Mrs. Medlock.
Shall I wait?

No, John.
No, you go on downstairs.

You'll see her in the morning.

Yes, Mrs. Medlock.

I saw the doctor's carriage
arrive a few minutes ago.

Oh, oh, very good, John.

I'm just going to take off
my cloak and bonnet.

I'll be up
to see you later on.

Eat some supper,
it'll warm you up.

I'm not hungry.

Oh, I'm too tired
to argue with you.

I hate it.

I hate it all.

Who are you?

I'm Martha.

I'm a housemaid.

Did you have a good night's
sleep after your journey?

Yes, I did.

Well, it's a beautiful morning

for your first day
at Misselthwaite.

Looks lovely out there,
and no mistake.

What's that?

That's the moor.
Does thee like it?

No, I hate it.

Oh, that's 'cause
thou are not used to it.

Thou'll like it in time.

Do you like it?

Aye, that I does.
I just love it.

Oh, it's covered with
growing things as smells sweet.

No, I wouldn't live away from
the moor for anything.

You are a very strange
sort of servant.

I knows that.

If there'd been
a grand missus here,

I wouldn't have been
one of the under housemaids.

I might have been let to be
a scullerymaid,

but I'd never have
been let up stairs.

I'm too common.
And I talk too much Yorkshire.

But this is a funny house,
for all it's so grand.

Why?

Well, seems as either master,
nor mistress here,

except Mr. Pitcher
and Mrs. Medlock,

Mr. Craven's nearly always away,
and when he's here,

he shuts himself up
in the west wing

and won't see no one,
except Mr. Pitcher.

Are you going to be my servant?

Well, I'm Mrs. Medlock's
servant and she's Mr. Craven's.

But I'm to do housemaid's work
up here and wait on you a bit.

But you won't need much
waiting on, will you?

Who is going to dress me?

Cannot thee dress thyself?

I don't understand
your language.

I forgot,
Mrs. Medlock told me

to be careful or you wouldn't
understand what I was saying.

I mean, can't you put on
your own clothes?

No, my Ayah dressed me.

It was the custom.

Well, it's high time
thee learnt.

Me mother always says that
she can't understand

why grand people's children
don't turn out fair fools.

What with nurses
and being washed and dressed

and took out for walks
as if they was puppies.

It is different in India.

Aye,
I can see it's different.

When I heard you was
coming from India,

I thought you'd be an Indian.

But there you was, lying asleep
looking as pale as pale

and no more Indian than I am.

What?

You thought I was a native?

You pig!
You daughter of a pig!

- Martha?
- Come in, John.

Now, that's no way
to talk, miss.

You don't know
anything about India.

Well, I don't know much,
and that's a fact,

but I learnt about India
in Sunday school.

And I know that Indian people
are very religious

and that they're
our brothers and sisters.

And I was fair excited to think
I was gonna see one close to.

Oh, be quiet!
I hate you! Go away!

Oh.

Eh.

Oh, do stop crying, Miss,

and let me wash your
hands and face.

John's brought you breakfast up
and it'll be getting cold.

- Who's John?
- John's one of the footmen

who's to carry your
meals up every day.

Oh, do bend your arms, Miss,
you're like a wooden doll.

How dare you touch me
with dirty old hands!

Go and clean the coal off
and then come back!

Well, you better finish
washing yourself then.

Hey, John. Give us a cloth,
Her Ladyship's that particular.

Well, she won't have to be with
you as lady's maid, will she?

- Martha!
- Comin', Miss!

Put on my boots.

- Are you speaking to me, Miss?
- Yes.

I never do anything for folks,
unless they say "please."

In India, when I ordered
my Ayah to do something,

she ran to obey me.
It was the custom.

Well, it happens you don't
say please in India,

but you have to in Yorkshire,
or otherwise nothing gets done.

It's the custom.

Oh, is it?
That's different. Please.

- Now what do you say?
- Nothing.

Then I can't get up.

I didn't say anything.

- Quite so, miss.
- John?

The bell from the east wing's
been ringing

without stopping
for the last five minutes.

Oh, my word.
Thank you, Mrs. Medlock.

Isn't Miss Mary finished her
breakfast yet then, Martha?

She's had all I can get
her to eat, Mrs. Medlock.

Hmm.

I have some orders
from Mr. Craven.

He's leaving for London
this morning,

and he's decided that he doesn't
want to see her before he goes.

Yes, Mrs. Medlock.

Now listen to me, Miss Mary,

as I told you last night,
these two rooms are yours.

You may go down the staircase
in this landing,

to the side door
and into the garden.

But you are not to use the main
staircase, do you understand?

I'd rather use
the main staircase.

Why can't I?

Because those are
Mr. Craven's orders!

Martha, you heed what I say.

Yes, Mrs. Medlock.

Don't mind Mrs. Medlock
being a bit sharp,

it's her way.

Oh. If my brothers and sisters
were at this table,

do you know they'd clean it bare
in five minutes.

- Why?
- There's 12 of us.

We get hungry.

I can tell you,
me mother's fair put

to get enough food
from all at home.

Some more tea, miss?

No, no more.

Martha?

Yes, miss?

You said that my uncle lived
in the west wing of the house.

Yes, right, he does.

Then who was ringing
for five minutes for John

from the east wing?

Who lives there?

The east wing?

- Yes.
- Oh, I couldn't say.

I'm sure there's so many
people is lives in this house,

and there might be visitors.

Mrs. Medlock said
my uncle never had visitors.

Oh. Did she really?

Now, miss, if you can't
eat any more breakfast,

you can run outside
and play for a bit.

Go out of doors?
Why should I?

Well, there's nothing
for you to do indoors,

and don't you want to
see the gardens?

The gardens?
Yes, I would like to see them.

Who is going with me?

Who? You'll go by yourself
and learn to amuse yourself.

Aye, I tell you,
my brother, Dickon,

he's the one next to me,

he goes out on the moors
for hours.

He's got a pony,
is he's tamed himself.

And he's got a crow,
and he's got a squirrel...

I've always wanted
a pet of my own.

I found a snake once.

But it ran away.

A snake?

Mercy on us...

- Enjoy your breakfast, miss?
- No.

- Is that for my uncle?
- Um...

Um, that's right, miss.

Come along, now.

If thou goes around that way,
thou'll come to the gardens.

There's lots of flowers
there in summertime,

but there's not much to see now.

One of the gardens is locked up.

No one's been in it
for 10 years.

Why?

Master Craven had it shut up,
they say.

He locked the door
and buried the key.

There's Mrs. Medlock's
bell ringing, I must run.

Everything looks dead
and cold.

If only...

If only I could find the garden
that's been shut up.

Perhaps that
would be different.

Perhaps that would be alive.

What is this place?

Well, it's kitchen gardens.

What is that?

That's another one.

There's another garden
over that wall

and orchards to
the side of that.

Can I go to them?

If thou likes.
But there's nothing to see.

What a nice, cheerful song.

Sing it again.

Please sing it again.

Perhaps...

Perhaps you're singing
in the garden.

The secret garden.

Perhaps you're the only one
that really knows about it.

There must be a door.

Somewhere, there must be a door.

I've been into
the other gardens.

There was nothing
to prevent thee.

I went into the orchard.

No dog at the door
to bite thee.

But there was no door there
into the other garden.

What garden?

The one on the other
side of the wall.

I saw the top of
the trees there.

And a bird,
with red on his front.

He was singing
in the orchard.

Will he always come
when you call him?

Aye, that he will.

I've known him ever since
he were a fledgling.

He come out the nest
into the garden.

And when he first
flew over the wall,

he were too weak to fly
back for a few days.

And we got friendly.
Here.

What kind of bird is he?

Don't you know?

He's a robin redbreast.

When he went back
over the wall,

he found the rest of
the brood had gone.

He knew he were lonely.

And he'd come back to me.

I'm lonely.

Oh, are you that
little wench from India?

Well...

No wonder thou art lonely.

Thou'll be lonelier
before you are done.

What's your name?

Ben Weatherstaff.

Aye.

Come to that,

I'm lonely myself.

Except when robin's with me.

He's the only friend I've got.

I've no friends at all.

Oh, well...

My Ayah didn't like me.

And I never played with anyone.

You and me are
a good bit alike then.

We're neither of us
good looking.

We're both of us as sour
as we look, I'll warrant.

Oh, Miss Mary,
you're back already?

I haven't finished
doing your rooms yet.

I've come in because
it's much too cold to be out.

If that's what gardens
are like in England,

then they aren't
real gardens at all.

Anyway, there's nothing to do.

And no one to amuse me.

Oh, Miss Mary...

Don't take, I'll need that.

Come and sit by the fire
and get warm.

Can't we think of summat
she could play at?

A game of some sort?

What? With us?

Oh, it wouldn't be right,
would it?

Well, no one would know.

Are there any cards?

Yeah, Mrs. Medlock brought up
an old pack or two.

They're in the cupboard
over there.

She thought Miss Mary might
like to learn patience.

It being a nice, quiet game.

Listen, Miss Mary, do you know
how to play Animal Grab?

- No.
- Come on, I'll show you.

It's a kind of Snap.

We're all animals, you see,

and we have a pile of cards,

and we make noises
at other people,

at the same time
as we get cards

that are the same
as other people's.

Do you understand?

No.

It sounds a very silly game.

But I may as well try.

Come on, Martha,
we're gonna play Animal Grab.

Yay, well, I'll be a cow.

I'll be a chicken.
What about you, Miss Mary?

Uh, a lion.

Oh, John, John, I'll tell you
I forgot. Chicken.

Act the first instance,
Miss Mary.

Come on, you might win at this.
Come on.

John.

Martha!

May I ask what do you
think you're doing?

Yes, you may.

John and Martha
were amusing me

because I had nothing to do.

Martha and John haven't time
to play games

at this hour of the day.

And they take
their orders from me.

In India, my Ayah amused me
when I ordered her to.

You're not in India now,
Miss Mary.

Never in all my years
of service

have I heard of
behaviour like this.

I could hear the noise
in my sitting room.

Now, get downstairs,
both of you.

- Go on, hurry.
- Yes, Mrs. Medlock.

Now, Miss Mary.
Will you please play quietly?

I've had quite enough trouble
for one morning.

I wonder why everybody has to
be so quiet in this house.

Springtime's coming.
Cannot you smell it?

Smell it?

Aye.

Earth's nice and fresh and damp.

It's glad when
planting time comes.

Is it? I thought there might be
some flowers I could find.

Just a few snowdrops.

What are they like?

Do you mean you've
never seen none?

- No.
- You poor lass.

I've seen lots of
other flowers.

I don't doubt it.

Well, snowdrops is
small and white.

And they hang with their heads
down, quiet like.

You'll find some
down by the water.

There's lots of plants
stirring its soil just now.

Be look out for little bits of

green spikes sticking up
out of the earth.

What will they be?

Crocuses and daffys, mostly.

Though I suppose you've
never seen any of those.

No.

In India, everything was wet
and green after the rains.

Plants grow up in a night there.

Well, crocuses and daffys
won't grow up in a night, dear.

Thou has to wait for them.

Why, there's the robin.

Are the plants stirring
in the garden where he lives?

Ask him, he's the only one
that knows.

I wish I could understand
your language properly.

Thank you, robin.

Do you think it'll still
be raining tomorrow?

Aye, very likely.

Once rain sets in in these
parts, it stays for days.

Ooh, I'll have a wet tramp
over that moor tomorrow.

Will you be away all day?

Aye, that I shall.

I may even stay at night too.

Mrs. Medlock said as I could.

It'll be dull without you.
I've nothing to do indoors.

Well, we'll have to think
of something, won't we?

I've had an idea.

Would you like to try
a bit of gardening

when the weather's better?

I'd like that better
than anything.

Then our Dickon could buy
a few packets of seeds

and some little gardening tools.

We'll write him a note.

There's some writing
paper over here.

I'll get it, Martha!

Well, I never.

That's the first time thou has
offered to aught for thyself

since I first come.

Is it?

But Martha...

Yeah, miss?

I haven't got any earth
where I can plant seeds.

Yeah, I know.

And I doubt whether
you could have none,

unless Mr. Craven
gave you leave.

But never mind, let's be hoping.

Such a strange house.

Such a lot of things
are not allowed.

So many places locked up.

Rooms.

And even gardens.

Are you thinking about
that garden yet?

That's just the way it were
with me

when I first heard about it.

I know my uncle
hated the garden,

I know he shut it up

and buried the key
when his wife died.

So you found that out.

Well, when Mr. Craven
were first married,

they made that garden together.

None of the gardeners
except Ben Weatherstaff

were let to go in it.

Ben planted roses and
all sorts of flowers for her.

Yes?

Were an old tree in her garden,

where it had a branch on it
bent like a seat.

She had a climbing rose
trained over it and...

Ooh, it were quite a little
arbor up there.

But one summer day,

when the branches were
heavy with leaves,

the bent branch
cracked and broke.

It fell to the ground and
she fell to the ground with.

Mr. Craven rushed to her

and carried her indoors,

but she'd been hurt so bad
that next day she died.

That's why he hates the garden.

That's why he won't
let no one go in it.

And that's why
he buried the key.

I see.

Listen! What was that?

What were what?
I only heard wind.

That! The crying sound.

Hush! It's coming again!

I tell ya, it's wind.

Sometimes it sounds as though

someone were lost on the moors
and wailing.

It's got all sorts of moods.

But it's not outside.

It's somewhere in this house.

It must be a way down
one of those long corridors.

Martha, what could it be?

Now, if it weren't wind,
then it were that scullerymaid.

She's had the toothache all day.

Now, Miss Mary, it's high time
you got ready for bed.

Get started, that's a good girl.

It wasn't the wind.

And it wasn't
a grown up person crying.

It was a child.

That's what it was. A child.

I told Miss Mary
is you'd like to get a letter.

It's the first one I ever had.

Can you read
what she's written?

I told her to
write in printing.

Aye,
"Some packets of flower seed

and a spade and a rake,
and an hoe."

Aye, I remember seeing

them little sets of tools
in shop at Thwaite.

Oh, they looked
good and strong.

They cost a lot though.

I've got money here.

Mr. Craven told Mrs. Medlock
to give Miss Mary

a shilling a week.
Pocket money.

My, that's riches!

- That's what I told her.
- Riches won't buy that

- little lass happiness, though.
- No.

Still, it was a nice idea of
yours, Martha.

And if she doesn't plant nothing
but parsley and radishes,

she'll dig and rake away

and that should take her mind
off herself for a while.

I'll be going to Thwaite then.

Tell Miss Mary I'll bring things
up to the manor in a day or so.

You'll have time for a cup of
tea before you go, Martha.

Oh, that'll be grand, Mother.

Oh, well, I can't help
fretting about Miss Mary.

I do hope everything's been
all right while I've been away.

Oh, thanks.

Even our 'Lizabeth Ellen
can spell better.

Is Mr. Craven getting
a governess for Miss Mary?

Oh, I don't supposed
he's troubled

to think of it like that.

She's had governesses
in India, she told me,

but they never stayed long.

Nay, it's not right the child
shouldn't have a book.

What does she do all day?

Well, she just wanders around
the gardens when it's fine

and mopes in a sitting room
when it's wet.

Nay, that's no life
for a child.

I wanted Mrs. Medlock to let
her come home with you

- and play with children.
- She said say no, I suppose.

She had her reasons.

But I'm not giving up.

Mother says to me,
"Martha," she says,

"thy brings on the wages
like a good lass

and I'm just gonna
spare tuppence out of them

to buy that child
a skipping rope."

Oh, but what's it for?

For? You mean they haven't
got skipping ropes in India,

for all they've got elephants
and tigers?

Oh!

I'll show you what it's for.

Right. Me pinny off.

Right, you just watch me
and I'll show you.

Here, that's it.

Right.

Mother reckoned this would be

the sensiblest thing
as you could have.

She sent it to stretch your
arms and your legs

and put some strength in them.

There. I used to be able to
skip a hundred,

but I wasn't as fat as I am now.

It looks nice.

Do you think I could ever
skip like that?

Well, you can run along into
the garden and try.

You won't skip
a hundred at first,

but if you practice,
you'll soon mount up.

Martha?

Yes, miss?

It was tuppence
out of your wages

that bought the skipping rope.

Thank you.

Eh, that a queer,
old-womanish thing.

If thou had been
our 'Lizabeth Ellen,

thou would just give me a kiss.

Do you want me to kiss you?

Nay, not you.

If you'd been different,
perhaps I'd want to thyself.

But thou aren't.

Run off into the garden
and play with your rope.

There. I got to 30.

You showed me where
this was hidden yesterday,

you ought to show me
the door today.

I don't believe you know.

I think you do know, robin.

I am standing inside
the secret garden.

How still it is.

I'm the first person to have
spoken in here for 10 years.

Are you all dead?
Is it all quite dead?

Even if the roses are dead,
you're alive.

But you can't breathe.

I'll do this every day.

I'll let you all breathe,
I promise.

Don't thou move.
It'd frighten him.

I'm Dickon.
I know thou art Miss Mary.

Did you get my letter?

Aye, that's why I've come.

I've brought tools.
There in the bag.

Take them out then.
I do want to see them.

These are real good ones.
Strong as strong, they are.

Trowel.

There's a fork too. Look.

Yes, I like that best of all.

Now, about these seeds,
Miss Mary,

do you know how to get
ground ready for planting?

No, I don't know
anything at all.

Well, there's all sorts here,

and they have to go in
at different times.

There's stocks and poppies,

wallflowers,
and sweet williams.

They're grand, they are.

Do you think that the flowers
will look

as beautiful as these pictures
on the packets?

I don't see why not.

Flowers grow wonderful
when you treat them right.

See here. I'll help thee
dig the earth over.

Where's thou garden?

Thou has got to be a bit
of garden, hasn't thou?

Wouldn't they give thee a bit?

I don't know
anything about boys.

Could you keep a secret
if I told you one?

It's a great secret.

I don't know what I should do
if anyone found out.

I think I should die.

I'm keeping secrets
all the time.

If I couldn't keep secrets
from the other lads,

secrets about fox cubs
and bird's nests,

they'd not safe on the moor.

Aye, I can keep secrets.

I've stolen a garden.

It isn't mine.
It isn't anybody's.

Nobody wants it or cares for it.

Nobody ever goes in it.

Perhaps everything in it
is dead already.

I don't know.

But nobody has any right
to take it from me

when I love it and they don't.

They've been letting it die,
all shut up by itself.

Eh.

I've nothing to do.

Nothing belongs to me.

I found it myself
and I got into it myself.

Where is it?

Come with me and I'll show you.

I never thought
to see this place.

Did you know about it?

Martha told me
there was a garden

that's no one ever went in.

Eh, it's a lovely tangle,
isn't it?

It'd be the safest nesting
place in England.

No one ever come in here.

And all these rose bushes
to build in.

Will there be any roses?
Can you tell?

I thought, perhaps,
all the rose trees were dead.

No. Not them.
Not all of them.

Look here at this one.
It's as wick as you or me.

- Wick?
- Aye, it's alive.

I'm glad it's wick.
I want them all to be wick.

Eh, with a little care,

there should be fountains of
roses here this summer.

Now, let's get on with clearing
the snow drops, Miss Mary.

Why, who did this patch?

I did.

I thought thou said didn't
know owt about gardening.

I don't. But they were so
little and the weeds so thick,

so I just tried to clear
around each one.

You were right.

A gardener couldn't have
done it better.

Hey, where's that robin
that's calling us?

He's Ben Weatherstaff's,

but I think he knows me
a little too.

Aye, he's a friend of yours.
Look at him now.

He's just saying,
"Cannot thou see a chap?"

My, but there's a lot of work
to be done.

Will you come again another day
and help me?

I'll come every day
if thou want me to.

Rain or shine.

It's the best fun
I ever had in my life.

Shut up here
and waking up a garden.

But let's not make it tidy.

It wouldn't seem like
a secret garden if it was tidy.

It's a secret, right enough,

but it seems to me as if
someone besides the robin

has been in it
since it was shut up.

But the door was locked
and the key was buried.

I know.

But it looks as if a bit of
pruning has been done

later than 10 years ago.

It's a puzzle.

Dickon, are there any flowers
that look like bells?

Well, there's Canterbury bells
and lilies of the valley.

Let's plant some of those
because there's a rhyme

about cockle shells
and silver bells.

Oh, that.
"Mistress Mary, Quite Contrary."

But thee, contrary?

I knew some children in India
who said I was.

I hated them.

I like you, Dickon.

That makes five people I like.

But five?
Who's the other four?

Martha and John, the robin,
and Ben Weatherstaff.

Does thou like me?

Aye, that I does.

And so does robin,
I do believe.

That's two then.
That's two for me.

Okay, I'm off now, love.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Bye-bye.

Excuse me for
stopping you, sir,

but you are Mr. Craven,
aren't you?

I am.

May I have a word
with you, sir?

It may seem a bit
bold of me, sir,

but your good lady came around
many a time to our cottage.

- My wife?
- She did, sir, bless her heart.

Well, Mrs...

Sowerby, sir. Susan Sowerby.

Why don't you step
inside a minute, sir?

The wind's in the east,

and there's a warm fire
if you don't mind kitchen.

Off you go, love,
and play outside.

You too, Susan.

Let me sit you down, sir.
Will I get you a warm drink?

Uh, no.
Uh, no, thank you.

What exactly do you want
to talk to me about?

Well, sir...

My daughter, Martha,
she works up at Manor.

Indeed.
Mrs. Medlock, my housekeeper,

tends to all that
side of things.

Oh no, no, no, sir.
It's nowt to do with her.

It's the young lady
she's looking after.

My niece, you mean.
Mary Lennox.

I'd almost forgotten
about her.

Well, sir, I do hope I'm not
presuming too much,

but I think Miss Mary
is very lonely.

Lonely?
Mrs. Medlock had orders

to look after her and see that
she had everything she wanted.

Oh, yes, sir, I'm sure that
Agnes Medlock does

everything she can,

but she has a house
and staff to attend to.

I suppose I'd better
find the child a governess.

Well, sir,
she should be learning.

What is it, love?

Well, tell 'Lizabeth Ellen to
give you a drink of milk then.

Come on, then, eh?

Excuse me, sir, but from
what our Martha tells me,

I think Miss Mary should be
getting a bit stronger

before she starts lessons.

And she needs companionship.

Children of her own age.

That is impossible
at Misselthwaite.

Oh, yes, sir,
I understood that,

but would you have any
objection to her coming here

with our Martha?

I did mention it
to Mrs. Medlock,

but she felt she couldn't
take responsibility.

I see no real reason why
my niece shouldn't visit here.

Our Martha has been brought up
to hold her tongue

about matters that don't
concern her.

And the others
are only children.

I leave it to you,
Mrs. Sowerby.

Do you think you could see
Miss Mary yourself, sir?

I know nothing about children,
but if you think...

I think she could do with

a little interest taken in her,
sir.

From all I hear, she's had
little enough of that

in her young life.

Here's pedlar's cart.

I'm on me way to Thwaite.
Good day, sir.

Good day, Mrs. Sowerby.
And thank you.

Come in.

This is Miss Mary, sir.

You can go, Mrs. Medlock.

I will ring when I want you
to take her away.

Very good, sir.

Come here.

Are you well?

Yes.

- Do they take good care of you?
- Yes.

You're very thin.

I'm getting fatter.

I'm sorry we've not met before.

I've been away a great deal.

It doesn't matter.

I intended to send you
a governess or nurse

or someone of that sort,
but I forgot.

Please.

Please.

What do you want to say?

I'm too old for a nurse

and please don't make me
have a governess yet.

That's what
the Sowerby woman said.

Martha's mother?

She knows about children.

She has eight. She knows...

What do you want to do?

I want to stay out of doors.

I never liked it in India.

It was too hot
and I was always ill,

but here, I feel hungry.

Yes.

Mrs. Sowerby said it would be
better to let you get stronger

before we think about
a governess.

I feel stronger
when I'm in the garden

and the wind
comes over the moor.

Where do you play?

Everywhere. Martha's mother
sent me a skipping rope.

I skip and run
and I look about to see if

things are beginning
to stick out of the earth.

I don't do any harm.

Don't look so frightened.

How could you do any harm?

You may do what you like.

May I?

Please stop looking
so frightened.

Of course you may.

I'm your guardian,

though I am a poor one
for any child.

But I want you to be happy
and comfortable.

I am, quite happy.

Play out of doors
as much as you like.

Is there anything you want?

Toys, books, dolls?

Well, anything?

Might I...

Might I have a bit of earth?

Earth? What do you mean?

To plant seeds in.
To make things grow.

To see them come alive.

Do you care about gardens
so much?

I didn't know about them
in India.

I did sometimes make little beds
and stick flowers in them,

but they always died.

Here it's quite different.

A bit of earth.

You can have as much earth
as you like.

You remind me of someone else

who loved gardens
and things that grow.

When you see a bit of earth
you want,

take it and make it come alive.

May I take it from anywhere,

if it's not wanted?

Anywhere.

Goodbye, Mary.
I'm glad we met.

I shall be abroad
all the summer.

It sounds just like a person
lost on the moor.

Wandering on and on, crying.

It isn't the wind now,
it's different.

It's that crying again.

Who are you?

Are you a ghost?

No, I'm not.

Are you one?

No.

I'm Colin.

Colin?

Colin Craven. Who are you?

I am Mary Lennox.
Mr. Craven is my uncle.

He is my father.

Your father?

No one ever told me
he had a boy.

Come nearer.

You are real, aren't you?

I have such real dreams.

Feel my hand

and take hold of this shawl.

Feel how thick and warm it is.

Where did you come from?

From my own room.

The wind wuthered
and it woke me up.

And then I heard crying

and I wanted to find out
where it came from.

Why were you crying?

'Cause I couldn't go to sleep
and my head ached.

Tell me your name again.

Mary Lennox.

Didn't anyone tell you
I'd come to live here?

No, they daren't.

Daren't?
What do you mean?

Because I should have
been afraid you might see me.

I won't ever let people
see me or talk about me.

Why?

'Cause I'm always ill
and I can't walk.

My father won't let
anyone talk about me.

You see, if I live,
I may be a hunchback.

Oh.

But I shan't live,
I shall never grow up.

My father hates to think I might
have a crooked back like his.

It's all so strange.

Everything here is a secret.

Rooms locked up

and you, have you been
locked up too?

No, I stay in this room

because I don't want to be
moved out of it.

It's a wonderful room.

Does your father
come to see you?

Sometimes.

Usually when I'm asleep.

He doesn't want to see me.

Why not?

'Cause my mother died
when I was born.

He thinks I don't know,
but I've heard people talking.

I think he hates me.

He hates the garden too
because she died.

That's why he locked it up.

What garden?

Oh, just a garden
she used to like.

Don't you ever go out?

I've been taken to the seaside,

but people stared,
so I wouldn't stay.

I used to wear an iron thing
to keep my back straight,

but a grand doctor came from
London and said it was stupid.

- Did he?
- Yes.

He told me to take it off

and make me go out
in the fresh air.

I hate fresh air
and I don't want to go out.

I didn't want to go out
when I first came here.

If you don't like
people to see you,

do you want me to go away?

No, stay here!

I can hear you calling,
Master Colin, I'm just coming.

That's my nurse.
Do you know her?

I've seen her.

She'll send me back
to my room if she finds me.

You're not to go.

Where shall I hide, then?

Shan't be a moment,
Master Colin.

I'll go behind the curtains.

Oh, my candle.
She'll see it.

Can't you sleep, Master Colin?

Have you been calling long?

No, I want some more light
in here.

Bring in the lamp.

The lamp?

Yes, go and fetch it!

Very well, Master Colin.

She's coming back.

Yes, I know.

I don't believe you are
a dream after all.

No, I'm not.

Dreams just end.
They don't have to hide.

You needn't hide.
I could make her let you stay.

It'll be much easier if
she doesn't know I'm here.

Oh, all right.

Won't it keep you awake,
Master Colin?

No, I can't sleep.

My back's too bad,
at least it was.

This room's very warm, sir,
quite sort of heavy.

Shall I open the window
a little way?

No. Stop. Stop. You know
fresh air makes me worse.

Oh, very well.

Now, go back to bed
and shut the door.

I don't think I should
leave you with the lamp.

It might flare up or something.

Don't be silly,
do as I tell you!

Very well then,

but you've never had
the lamp at night before.

Go away!

Poor nurse.
You were cross with her.

She's a stupid woman.

- Come here and sit down.
- All right.

But I'll light my candle
again, first.

Nurse might come back again

and if she does,
I think I'll go this time.

It would be safer.

How long have you been
at Misselthwaite?

About two months.

We came in
a big ship from India.

When I first came here,
I hated it.

And I had nothing to do.

Haven't you got plenty of
toys and games?

No, I don't like toys.

I like books.

Well, you can read mine.

I'm tired of them all.

Can you really have
anything you ask for?

Yes. Everyone has to do
as I tell them.

No one dares make me angry.

'Cause if I'm angry,
I feel ill,

and they all know
I shan't live to grow up.

Do you think you won't live?

I don't suppose I shall.

My doctor is my father's cousin.

If I die, he will have
this house after my father.

I shouldn't think
he wants me to live.

Do you want to live?

No, but I don't want to die.

When I think about it,
I lie here and cry and cry.

I've heard you crying.
Was it about that?

I expect so.

Let's talk about something else.

Tell me about that garden.
Why was it locked up?

Your father did it.

He locked the door
and buried the key.

No one's been allowed in it
for 10 years.

I want to see it!

I wouldn't mind fresh air
in a secret garden.

I want the key dug up.

I'm going to make them
open that door.

Oh, don't! Don't do that.

Why?
Don't you want to see it?

Yes. Yes, I do,

but if you make them
open the door,

it'll never be
a secret again.

A secret?
What do you mean?

Well, you see...

If no one knew about it
but us

and if there was
a hidden door

and we could find the key
and open it,

we could go there
and shut ourselves in

and no one would know about it.

Go on.

If the garden was a secret,
we could watch things growing

and see how many rose trees
are alive,

and we could plant things.

Don't you see?

Oh, you must see
how much nicer it would be

if it was a secret.

I've never had a secret
before,

except that one
about not living to grow up.

They don't think
I know about it,

so it is a sort of secret,

but I like this one better.

I feel almost sure
I can find out how to get in.

And if you can
make people do what you want,

we could go alone and
it would always be a secret.

Yes, I should like that.

What would Mrs. Medlock do
if she found out I'd been here?

She'd do as I'd tell her.

I'm glad you came.

I'll tell her I want you
to come every day.

I'll come as often as I can,

but I must look for the key
of the garden door.

Yes, and then you can come
and tell me all about it.

I think you shall be
a secret too.

I can always send nurse
out of the room.

Do you know Martha?

Yes, she waits on me.

Yes, she looks after me
when the nurse goes out.

Martha shall tell you
when to come and see me.

Martha knew about you
all the time?

Yes, she often looks after me.

I think the nurse likes
to get away from me

as often as she can.

I've been here a long time.

You look rather sleepy.

I wish I could go to sleep
while you're still here.

Do you?

Well, I'll sing to you like
my Ayah used to in India,

when I couldn't go to sleep.

It always worked.

Put your head on your pillow
so that's it's comfortable.

Now, shut your eyes.

That is nice.

I hear there's a visitor
in the house.

Yes, Doctor. Miss Mary.

I see by your face,
Mrs. Medlock,

that she's not exactly welcome.

Sir, it's not for me to say,

but I should have thought
there was enough trouble

in this house
without adding to it.

Mr. Craven's away so much,

and he doesn't seem to be
aware of the problems.

I did try to explain them
to him, but...

Hmm, he didn't listen,
as usual.

Well, Doctor, shall we say
he prefers not to hear things?

That's always been
my cousin's trouble.

Blocking his ears,
shutting his eyes,

refusing to face the facts,

but the years are going by,
Mrs. Medlock,

and Colin cannot remain shut up
here and forgotten forever.

But it's Mr. Craven's wish,

and Master Colin's,
that he should be.

And it falls to those of us
in the house

to try to keep it that way.

- Shall we go up, Doctor?
- Yes, Mrs. Medlock.

Mary, do you know there's
something we haven't thought of.

- What?
- We're cousins.

So we are!

How do you do, Cousin Colin?

How do you, Cousin Mary?

Good gracious!

What is this?
What does it mean?

This is my cousin,
Mary Lennox.

I asked her to come and see me.
I like her.

She must come and see me
whenever I choose.

Sir, I don't know
how it happened.

There's not a servant in the
place that dare to talk!

They all have their orders.

Nobody told her anything.

She heard me crying
and found me herself.

I'm glad she came,
don't be silly, Medlock.

I'm afraid there's been
too much excitement.

Excitement is not good
for you, Colin.

I should be more excited
if she kept away.

She makes me better
and is to come and see me

whenever I choose.

He does look
rather better, sir.

Well, he looked better
this morning

before she came into his room.

She came into my room
last night.

She stayed a long time,

she sang a Hindustani song
to me, and I went to sleep.

I was better when I woke up
and I wanted my breakfast.

I want my tea now.
Medlock, ring the bell!

My dear Colin, I cannot allow

your night's rests
to be interrupted.

I'm sure your little cousin
meant well,

but you mustn't talk too much,
you mustn't get over tired.

Where is nurse, Mrs. Medlock?

She should be here
when I visit her patient.

I've sent her away.
I'm tired of her.

I'm afraid the nerves are not

what they should be,
Mrs. Medlock.

I...

I'll write him
another prescription.

Yes, sir.

You rang, Master Colin?

Yes, pour tea.
Enough for two.

My cousin is having
tea with me.

Very good, sir.

Haven't we done a lot today?

Aye, this past week of rain's
helped.

Has it?

I thought it was
never going to stop,

but it's been an interest to me.

Colin says I'm making him
forget about being ill.

Eh, it's a weight off my mind

that thou knows about
Master Colin.

I don't like having
to hide things.

Miss Mary, does thou notice

what a difference there be
in the garden now

to when thou first come
and found it?

Yes, I do.

It's as if a green mist was
creeping over everything.

Dickon, it's the spring,
it's really come at last.

Ah, you know, it will get
greener and greener

till all the grey's gone.

Can thou guess
what I'm thinking?

I believe it's something
about Colin.

Aye, I was thinking,
if he was out here,

he wouldn't be watching
for lumps to grow on his back,

he'd be watching for buds
to break out on rose bushes.

I ought to go and see him now.

It's getting very late.

Why didn't you
get up this afternoon?

I did when I thought
you were coming,

but you never came,
so I had to go back to bed.

My head ached, my back ached,
and I was very, very tired.

Why didn't you come?

I was working out in
the gardens with Dickon.

I'll have that boy sent away

if you don't come and talk
to me when I want you to.

If you send Dickon away,

I'll never come
into this room again!

- You'll have to.
- I won't!

I'll make you.
They shall drag you in.

Shall they, Mr. Rajah?
They may drag me in,

but they can't make me talk
when they get me here.

I'll sit and clench my teeth

and I won't tell you
one thing.

I won't even look at you.
I'll stare at the floor.

You're a horrid, selfish girl!

You're worse than me.

You're the most selfish boy
I ever saw.

I'm not! What about
your fine Dickon?

He keeps you playing
out of doors

when he knows I'm all by myself.

He's selfish, if you like.

He's better than
any boy that ever lived!

He's... He's like an angel!

He's a common cottage boy
off the moors.

He's better than
a common rajah like you!

He's not! I'm always ill
and I'm going to die.

- You're not.
- I am, you know I am.

I don't believe it.

You just say that
to make me sorry.

I believe you're proud of it.

I don't believe
a word you say!

Get out of my room!

I'm going to,
and I won't come back!

I had all sorts of
exciting things to tell you,

but now I won't
tell you anything.

I won't say a single word!

Goodbye.

What are you laughing at?

At you two young ones.

It's the best thing
that could happen

to the sickly, pampered thing,

to have someone
to stand up to him

that's as spoiled as himself.

If he'd had a young vixen
of a sister to fight with,

it would have been
the saving of him.

Is he going to die?

I don't know,
and I don't care.

Hysterics and temper
are half of what ails him.

What are hysterics?

Oh, you'll find out
soon enough

if you work him into
one of his tantrums,

but at least you've given him
someone to have hysterics about.

I don't want it.

Come on, now,
try and take a little.

No, I tell you,
I can't drink it.

Oh, dear, now it's gone
all over everything.

My head aches.

There's something
wrong with my back.

Oh, my back. Ah, my back!

Whatever's the matter?

Oh, there, there.

- Does your back hurt you?
- Yes, yes, of course it does!

Here, drink this.

I won't, I won't!

Take it away,
it'll make me worse.

I'll throw myself
out of bed.

No, Master Colin, lie still.

What are you doing?

I'm going to send
for the doctor.

No, no, no, I won't
have the doctor!

Oh, dear, whatever's happened?

Oh, Martha,
I'm glad you've come.

I want Mrs. Medlock
to come and help me

and the footman, John,

he'll have to go
and fetch Dr. Craven.

Yeah, they're coming, Nurse.

Mrs. Medlock made me
run on and tell you.

Oh, he's woke the whole house,
I should think.

Whatever is it, Nurse?

Oh, poor boy.
He's really bad this time.

What are we going to do?

We must send for the doctor.

He's complaining of his back.

He's in pain, and
I think it's serious.

Where does it hurt you,
Master Colin?

Try to tell me where?

Well, what's up?

Ooh, he's real bad this time.

Ooh, John, you must go
down to the stables,

wake up one of the grooms,

and get them to
send to Dr. Craven.

Tell him to saddle a horse
and go full gallop all the way.

Yes, Mrs. Medlock.

No, stay here, John,
I forbid it!

You're not to go!

I won't have the doctor,
I won't, I won't!

I'll scream and scream!

Wait, John,
he'll exhaust himself.

Better not go at present.

Very well, Master Colin.
We won't send for him.

Try to lie quiet on your side
and let me rub your back.

You stop it! Stop it!

I hate you,
everybody hates you.

I wish they'd all
run out of the house

and let you
scream yourself to death.

You will in a minute,
and I wish you would!

Stop it!

If you scream again,
I'll do it too.

And I can scream
louder than you.

I warn you,
it'll frighten you.

I can't stop,
I can't, I can't!

You can!

It's just hysterics and temper!

Hysterics! Hysterics!

Mary, I felt the lump come up
from my back.

My back will go crooked
and I shall die.

You didn't feel a lump.

If you did, it was only
a hysterical lump.

Hysterics make lumps.

There's nothing the matter
with your back.

Sit up and let me
have a look at it.

Nurse, come and show me
his back this minute!

I don't know
whether he'll let me.

Show it to her,
then she'll know.

A candle, John, please?

Yes, miss.

There's not a single
lump there,

just your back bone,
which is quite straight,

and that only shows
because you're thin.

There's not even a lump
as big as a pin's head.

If you ever say again
that there is,

I shall laugh,
and laugh and laugh.

Well, that seems
to have settled it.

Yes, you better all
go back to bed.

He'll be all right now.

I'll give them both
a nice hot drink

and then I'll see
Miss Mary to her room.

You won't be needing
the doctor then, Nurse?

Oh, no, John, you can go now.

Goodnight, Miss Mary.

Goodnight, Martha.

You did very well, Miss Mary.

Wouldn't have thought
you had it in you.

I think the time has come,
Dickon,

to trust Colin with the secret.

I promised to go
and see him now,

but I had to tell you first.

Eh, if we mun him out here,

we mun get him watching,
and listening,

and sniffing up air.

Then he won't be
screaming at night,

thinking he's gonna die.

Aye, that we mun.

When I go back to the house,

I'm going to ask him if
you can bring the animals

to see him one day soon.

He's took
a graidely fancy to thee.

Thou mun talk
a bit of Yorkshire

like that to Master Colin.

Thou'll make him laugh.

And there's nowt as good
for ill folk as laughing is.

What are you saying?

I've never heard you
talk like that before.

Doesn't thou understand a bit
of Yorkshire when thou hears it?

And thou Yorkshire lad thyself,
born and bred.

Eh! I wonder thou art not
ashamed of thy face!

Well, upon my word!

Whoever would have
heard the like?

Whoever would have thought it?

What is it, Medlock?

Stop standing there,
talking away to yourself.

It's this parcel,
Master Colin.

It's come for Miss Mary.

Well, give it to her
and then leave us.

It's from London, Miss Mary.

I'll cut the string for you.

I've never had
a parcel before.

And it isn't
my birthday or anything.

I wonder what it is?

What a lovely book.

Look, Colin, it's all
about gardening!

There's something else,
Miss Mary.

A little writing case
with your initials on it.

And a silver pen.

It's beautiful.

"To Mary Lennox, from her uncle,
Archibald Craven."

I can write better than
I can print.

And the first thing
I shall write with this pen

is a letter to tell him
I'm much obliged.

Where is he, Mrs. Medlock?

You better send the letter
to his bank, Miss Mary.

Like as not, he's off
on his travels again.

I thought your father
had forgotten all about me,

but he knew I'd rather
have a book like this

than dolls or toys.

I saw Dickon this morning,

and Captain and Whiskers
were with him.

They're beginning to
be friends with me.

Oh, I wish I was friends
with things, but I'm not.

I never had anything
to be friends with.

I can't bear people.

Did you feel as if
you hated people?

Yes.
I should have detested you

if I'd seen you before
the robin and Dickon.

I hated you when you said
Dickon was like an angel,

but perhaps he is.

What if an angel did come to
Yorkshire and live on the moors?

If there was
a Yorkshire angel,

I believe he'd know how to
talk to the wild animals,

like Dickon does.

I told you I shouldn't mind
Dickon looking at me.

I want to see him.

I'm glad because... because...

Because what?

Can I trust you?

I trusted Dickon because
birds trusted him.

Can I trust you?
For sure?

Yes, yes, for sure.

Well, Dickon will come
and see you one day soon

and he'll bring
his animals with him.

Oh!

But that's not all.

The rest is better.

There is a door into the garden!

I found it, it's under
the ivy on the wall.

Well, well.

You could have knocked me down
with a feather

when I got my orders
this morning.

His Royal Highness,
who wasn't to be looked at,

sending for a man
he's never set eyes on before.

Aye, things are changing
in this house, Mr. Roach.

Don't you be surprised
when you go up to his room

if you find yourself
in the middle of a menagerie.

And Martha Sowerby's Dickon
more at home

than you and me could ever be.

Ah, well, Dickon would be
at home in Buckingham Palace,

aye, or at the bottom
of a coal pit.

Come on, suck.

I brought it to thee
a bit hungry

'cause I know thou'd like
to see it feed.

Come on, little one.
Thou'll get more out of this

than thou will out of
velvet coats.

There now.

Ah.

Here.

Come in.

Here is Mr. Roach,
Master Colin.

Martha, I want you.

You can go, Medlock.

Come into the room, Roach,
where I can see you.

So you are Roach, are you?
The head gardener.

Certainly.

I sent for you to give you
some very important orders.

Very good, sir.

I'm going out in my chair
this afternoon.

If the fresh air agrees with me,
I may go out every day.

When I go, none
of the gardeners

are to be anywhere near the long
walk by the garden walls.

No one is to be there.

Yes, sir.

I will go out about 2:00

and everyone must keep away

until I send word they may
go back to their work.

Do you understand?

Very good, sir.

Mary, what is that thing
you say in India

when you are finished talking
and you want someone to go?

You say, "You have
my permission to go."

You have my permission to go,
Roach,

but remember,
this is very important.

Very good, sir.

Thank you, sir.

It's all safe now,

and this afternoon, I shall
be in the secret garden.

I've got my orders,
Weatherstaff,

and those orders are that
there is to be no gardening

in this area after 2:00 dead,

and that means you,
same as the others.

Now, I can't think why

you'd want to make such a fuss
about it.

And I can't think
why they want to choose

this part of the garden.

There's things to be done
at the other end.

Then they'll have to
be done tomorrow.

Too late tomorrow!

Don't take more than a few
hours for weeds to take hold.

Then follow their example,
Weatherstaff,

and take hold yourself.

Now, when I'm given orders,

I carry them out to the letter.

Now, you'll be working at front
of the house this afternoon,

digging herbaceous borders.

I'll dig my own grave first.

Look at that!

Look, there's a sparrow.

What kind of flower is that?

That's lily of the valley.

This is it, Colin.

Is it?

But I can't see anything.

And that's what I thought.

Up there is where the robin
perched on the ivy

and sort of told me
to go on looking.

And this is where
I felt in the ivy

and the robin went on
chirping at me.

And this is the branch that
somehow fell back in my hand.

And here is the door
and here is the handle.

Push him in, Dickon,
push him in quickly.

Oh! It's beautiful.

It's more beautiful than
I ever thought it would be.

I shall get well here,
I know I shall get well.

Eh, it's graidely.

I'm 13 going on 14

and there's a lot of afternoons
in 13 years,

but seems to me like
I've never seen one

as graidely as this here.

Aye, I'll warrant

it's the graidelest
as ever was in this world.

Does thou think, as happens,

it were made like this
on purpose for me?

My word, that there's
a bit of good Yorkshire.

Thou art shaping well, lad.

Let's put your chair under
that plum tree, Master Colin.

Eh, the blossoms are
gonna be fit for a king.

Or a rajah.

That's the way, that's it.

Right, back up now.

That's the way, straight 'round.

There you are, well done.

I wonder if we
should see the robin.

You'll see him after a bit.

Thou see him flyin' backward
and forward

carryin' worms
nigh as big as himself!

Look, Colin,
here's a woodpecker's feather.

- Let's plant it.
- Why?

Dickon always plants
feathers for luck.

I think this is the luckiest
afternoon of my life.

I don't want it ever to go,

but I shall come here tomorrow

and the day after that
and all the days after that!

Aye, that thee will.

Us'll have thee
walking about here

and diggin' same as
the other folk afore long.

Walk, dig, shall I?

For sure thou will.

Thou has got legs of thy own,
same as the other folk.

Yes, but they're so weak
and shaky.

I'm afraid to try
and stand up on them.

When thou stops being afraid,
thou'll stand on them,

and thou'll stop being
afraid afore long.

Shall I?

Who is that man?

Man?

Look, just look.

Ben Weatherstaff!

Thou little nowt!

If I wasn't a bachelor
and thou was a wench of mine,

I'd give thee a licking.

- But...
- I never thought much of thee.

I could not abide thee the first
time I set eyes on thee.

Scrawny, buttermilk-faced,
young besom!

Always asking questions

and poking your nose
where it wasn't wanted.

- But, Ben...
- I never knew

how'd thou'd
got so thick with me.

If it hadn't been
for the robin, drat him!

Ben Weatherstaff!

It was the robin who
showed me the way.

Eh! The bad 'un!

Laying the interference
on a robin?

Him showing the way?
The little nowt!

However in this world
did thou get in?

Stop shaking your fist at me!
It was the robin!

He didn't know he was doing it,
but he did!

I don't believe
a word of it.

I don't believe
a word thou says.

Wheel me right up to him!

It's just same as me
telling me all...

Eh?

Do you know who I am?

Uh, oh?

Do you? Answer.

Who thou art?

Aye. That I do.

With thee mother's eyes staring
at me out of thee face.

Lord knows how thou'd come here.

But thou art poor cripple.

I'm not a cripple. I'm not.

He's not. He's not got a lump
as big as a pin.

I looked and there was none.
Not one.

- Thou hasn't got a crooked back?
- No!

And, thou... thou hasn't got
crooked legs?

Dickon, help me.

He... He can do it!
He can do it! He must!

I know he can.

He can!

Look at me, you.

Just look at me.
Look at me.

He's as straight as I am.

He's as straight
as any lad in Yorkshire.

Oh, the lies folks tells.

Thou art as thin as a latt
and as white as a wraith,

but there's no knob on thee.

Thou'll make a man yet.

God bless thee.

Get down from that ladder
and go down to the long walk.

Miss Mary will meet you.

- Be quick!
- Aye, lad.

Aye, me lad.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Go and meet him, Mary.

I can stand, Dickon.

I told you thou could as soon
as thou stopped being afraid.

And thou stopped.

Yes, I stopped.

Are you making magic?

Thou's making it thyself.

It's same magic as make
flowers work out of earth.

Yes, there couldn't be
bigger magic than that.

There couldn't be.

I'm going to walk over there.

I'm going to be standing
when Weatherstaff comes in.

You see, Ben Weatherstaff,
Colin wants to get well now.

He stopped thinking about having
lumps on his back and dying.

We just don't talk about it.

You will remember, won't you?

Aye, I'll remember.

Look at me, Weatherstaff.
Look at me all over.

Eh, whatever thou has been
doing with thyself.

Hiding out of sight

and letting folks think thou was
a cripple and a halfwit.

Half-witted!
Who thought that?

Lots of fools.

World's full of jackasses
braying,

and they never bray
naught but lies.

But what did thou
shut thyself up for?

Everybody thought I was
going to die, but I'm not.

I know I'm not.

Thee die?
Nothing of the sort!

When I see'd thee put thy legs
to ground in such a hurry,

I knew thou was all right.

Here, sit thee down
on the rug, young master, a bit

and, uh, give me thy orders.

- That's it, easy.
- Can you give him a hand?

That's right.

Well, Weatherstaff, you'll have
to be in the secret now.

We didn't want anybody else,
but it can't be helped.

What work do you do
in the gardens?

Oh, anything I'm told to do.

I'm only kept on by favour
because she liked me.

- She?
- Aye, thy mother.

This is her garden, wasn't it?

Aye, it were that.
She were main fond of it.

It's my garden now.
And I'm fond of it.

I shall come here, every day.
But it is to be a secret.

I shall send for you sometimes
to help.

But you must come
when no one can see you.

Oh, I've come before
when no one saw me.

What? When?

Oh, last time I was here
was about two years ago.

But nobody's been in it
for 10 years.

There was no door.

Oh, I'm no one.

And I didn't come in that door,

I came in over the wall.

But rheumatics has held me
back this past two years.

Thou come and did a bit
of pruning.

I couldn't make out
how it happened.

Aye, well, she was
so fond of it, she was.

She says to me once,
"Ben," she says,

"If ever I'm ill or go away,

you must take care
of my roses."

And when she did go away,

the orders was
no one was to come nigh.

But I come.
She gave her orders first.

You did right, Weatherstaff.

And you shall know
how to keep the secret.

Aye. I shall know, sir.

And it'll be easier
for a man with rheumatics

to come in at the door.

- Ben?
- Yes?

There's a bit of grafting
you want to see.

- Oh, yeah.
- It's over here.

Oh, surely that bit.

I'm not sure whether thou have
done it or not, though.

I'll have a...
Let me have a look.

Look, Mary.

You can do it! You can!

I tell you, you can!

I'm going to try
a scientific experiment.

When I grow up,

I'm going to make
great scientific experiments

and I'm going to
begin with one now.

Aye, sir.

The great scientific discovery
will be about magic.

I'm quite sure
there is magic in everything.

Only we are all too stupid
to get hold of it

and make it do things for us.

Like steam, electricity,
and horses.

You mean, the sort of magic
I tried to make.

- The first time you stood.
- Yes.

You were the one
who first gave me the idea.

You kept saying
over and over again,

"You can do it.
You can do it."

Well, that's what
I'm going to do.

Over and over again,
I'm going to say,

"The magic is in me.

I'm going to be
as strong as Dickon.

As strong as Dickon."

And you must all do it to.

That will be my experiment.

Something must come of it.
I know it must.

It'll work for sure.

Shall us begin it now?

Yes.

The magic is in me.

I can feel it.

I can feel it.

He can do it.

He can walk.
I know he can.

All right, Dickon.
You can leave me alone now.

But what will Dr. Craven say?

He won't say anything.

Because he will not be told.

This is to be
the biggest secret of all.

No one is to know
anything about it

until I've grown so strong

that I can walk and run
like any other boy.

But why, Colin?

Why can't they know
that you're getting well?

Because they'll let
my father know.

And he's not to know

until the experiment
has quite succeeded.

Then, one day when he comes
back to Misselthwaite,

I shall walk into his study
and say,

"Here I am. I'm well.

It has all been done by
a scientific experiment."

My dearest,
can you hear me?

Lilias?

Lilias, where are you?

In the garden.
In the garden.

But the door is locked

and the key is buried deep.

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

I went to your bedroom,
but, uh...

Have I slept out here
all night, Pitcher?

Yes. I trust you've not
caught a chill?

No, I sat out here
after dinner.

The moon was so bright,
it was almost like daylight.

I must have dropped off.

You'd walked a long way, sir,
during the day.

Yes, I've no idea
how far I walked.

I only know that for
the first time in 10 years,

I was aware of
the beauty around me.

The gentians, the mountains,
and the waters of the lake.

It was as if I'd been blind
and could suddenly see.

Don't look
so alarmed, Pitcher.

I'm quite sane.

Here, sir. Do you want
to read your letters, sir?

Oh, put them here.
I'll be in directly.

"Dear sir,
I am Susan Sowerby

that made bold to speak to you
once on the moor.

It was about Miss Mary I spoke.

I will make bold
to speak again.

Please, sir, I would come home
if I were you.

I think you would be
glad to come."

"And, if you will
excuse me, sir,

I think your lady would ask you
to come if she were here.

Your obedient servant,
Susan Sowerby."

"I think your lady would ask
you to come if she were here."

Is your mother at home?

No sir, she's gone over
the moors

to help with a new baby.

And our Dickon's up at Manor,
working in the garden.

I see.

Here is a sovereign.

If you divide it into...
How many of you are there?

Eight, sir,
counting the littlest.

Well, that will be
half a crown for each of you.

And, uh, how is Master Colin,
Mrs. Medlock?

Well, sir, he's, um...

He's different,
in a manner of speaking.

What?

Well, you see, sir,
neither Dr. Craven,

nor the nurse, nor me
can exactly make him out.

For heaven's sake,
Mrs. Medlock, come to the point.

I'll try to, sir.

He's growing very strange.

You know he would never
be taken out of doors.

- Yes, go on.
- Oh, the things

we've gone through to get him
out in his chair

would leave a body
trembling like a leaf.

Well, without any warning,

he suddenly insisted
on being taken out.

He's taken a fancy
to Miss Mary

and to Mrs. Sowerby's boy,
Dickon.

And if you'll credit it, sir,

out of doors
he'll stay with them

from morning till night.

How does he look?

Well, he's fatter, but...

We're afraid it may be
a sort of bloat.

Where is Master Colin now?

He's in the garden, sir.
He's always in the garden.

Thank you, Mrs. Medlock.

In the garden.

Oh, well done, Miss Mary.

Shh,
we must keep our voices down.

I can't stop.

I'm winning! I'm winning!

Who?

Father! I'm Colin.

- Colin?
- You can't believe it.

I can scarcely believe it
myself, but it's true.

This wasn't a bit how I planned,
you should know.

But it doesn't matter.

In the garden.

Yes.
It was the garden that did it.

And Mary and Dickon
and his animals.

And above all, the magic.

No one knows.

We kept it to tell you
when you came.

I'm well!

I can beat Mary in a race.

I'm going to be an athlete.

Aren't you glad, Father?

Aren't you glad?

I'm going to live forever
and ever and ever.

Very glad, Colin.
Very, very glad.

Now take me into the garden
and tell me all about it.

- Here thou are.
- Thank you.

Will you take a sup of beer,
Weatherstaff, as you've come up?

Oh, aye, I will, I will,
aye, thank you.

Very kind of you.

Oh, that looks good.

Did you see either of them?

Aye. That I did.

Both of them?

Both of them.

Together?

Ah, thank you kindly, ma'am.

I think I could sup up
another of those.

What did they say
to each other?

I didn't hear that.

Along I've only been
on the stepladder,

looking over the wall.

But I'll thee all, there's been
things going on outside,

as you house-folk
knows nowt about.

And what thou'll find out,
thou'll find out soon.

And if thou's
all that curious...

Look what's coming
across the grass.

Master of Misselthwaite.

And by his side,

walking as strongly
and as steadily

as any lad in Yorkshire,

Master Colin.