The Secret Garden

You get used to it when you've been out East a bit. The Cholera, the Plague

it strikes white men and native.

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

The cholera makes no distinction.

For a long while nobody knows who's 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 venture to say that you'll get used to it.

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

Sadea and 'er 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.

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 ? -Sadee said my servant was ill

and then Sadee never came back. -Are you a relative of the Lennox's?

I told you my name was Mary Lennox -My father is Mr John Lennox

and my mother is Mrs John Lennox. -They went away. -They're 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.

She ran away, didn't I tell you.

Humph!! . . He's a silly looking man, isn't he? . . With a silly looking hat.

They was identified Sir. -Well, be certain -Mr & 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? -Well he's my orderly, his name is Barney. -Why does he look 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.

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. -Oh 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.

Ma ma 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!

On the boat to England.

This is 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.

Poor things, all of them orphans.

Say goodbye Muriel darling.

"Goodbye Muriel"! Bye . .Goodbye .. . Bye... goodbye... goodbye . . Bye..

Her Grandmother hasn't got any money.

I heard Nurse say so -I hope my aunt's half a 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 -lt 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!

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 -Hmmm...

Unattractive, isn't she?

Oh... 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 God!

Children. . Children.

Mrs Medlock -Mmgh... -Are we crossing the moors?

A bad night Mrs Medlock -Bad indeed Charles, a long and nasty journey.

Is Mr Pitcher about? -Yes Ma'am -Fetch him will you?

Wait here a minute child.

Good Evening Madam.

Something amiss?

Oh. . Oh . . No sir, it's just the children on

the boat said that... you were a hunchback.

He doesn't want to see her. -So long as I know what's expected of me.

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.

Good night Miss Mary.

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.

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 had 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 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 lights 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 the queer one.

Well I don't want to see him.

Hmm you're a queer one too.

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.

Herrr... Thar awake? -Who are you? -Why... I'm Martha.

What does thy think of thy room? -I hate it -What's so funny? -Well eh.

If you don't like it then look out a window -Look at the moors -I hate them.

Why you've non seen them yet -Don't say that

. . because they're bare and lonely with the winter time.

You wait until it's Spring and Summer

and the gorse and the heather are smelling high with honey

and the Skylarks making noises . . Ah -What kind of language are you talking?

Yorkshire Miss -Whom Mrs Medlock

she say I'll be a servant ever what with Yorkshire

drooling from my tongue like rancid butter

ha ha ha ha rancid butter.

Say but the good Lord knows, I'll never speak a proper language.

Are you my servant? -Well there...

Aye, 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!

What's so funny? -I'm always laughing

Martha -ln a minute -Martha! -ln a minute!

Wait... eh but thars 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 10 of us

I said my pillows on the floor, pick it up.

Oh pick it up by yourself and have a bit of exercise . . For start thee

I want another servant! -ln India it's the custom for servants to do as they're told.

And she doesn't laugh! -My servant never laughs... never!

I hate you!!

My Uncle doesn't want to see me and

. . nobody will do as I say. I can't go anywhere -Aye . . Dreadful.

Get away from me! GO AWAY !! -There there now...

Their feels strange here -After thy've had thy porridge and got thy self dressed.

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 wonder, for growing things and the animals.

Half lives on the moors he does almost like an animal himself.

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

all by herself, up in that great lone house.

Thay'll be a right fond of Dickon.

I never saw such a servant -Does thoust think I play with thy brother

I ...I mean do you think I play with your brother?

I hate him I hate him I hate you! -Go away! -Aye ..

Get thee self dressed.

Wait a minute -Aren't you going to dress me? -What! -Well in India it's the custom.

Thy canna dress thyself?

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

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.

Well don't be so cocky about it.

Go away go away GO AWAY.

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

Com on, did she frighten ye -Com on then com on.

Thou must be the one from India -I'm Mary Lennox -Aye -I'm Dickon.

My sister Martha swore they'd be black at least dark brown -Hmmph!!

That's frightened him -What are you doing here? Where did you come from?

I came to the moor place -I've watched you go bout 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 you know about

I know what's said -He locked the gate and buried the key

and ne'er a souls been in there since -I don't believe you

you know why I don't believe you, . Because there isn't any gate... I looked.

Yeah so ave I.

Com on com on com on then.

You know everything,. Don't you? -Only what's said.

Who cares about an 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.

Thar can just go home... I mean you can just go home.

Thou must learn not to frighten animals.

My mother sends thee a skippin rope.

A what? -A skippin rope -Tha can play with a skippin rope.

Dickon, I...

Hey for a young lady that took no porridge for

breakfast, are suddenly making up at tea time

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

The rate thou going thy'll soon resemble something lovelier than a slat.

Hey... What's that? -A skipping rope... any fool knows that.

So thy saw Dickon -Did thy ever meet such a lad? -No I haven't.

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? Very undignified.

Can you hand me another biscuit -Aye...

Martha? -Why would someone lock up a garden and bury the key?