The Secret Garden

My name is Mary Linux.

I was born in India.

It was hard and strange and lonely in India.

I didn't like it.

Nobody but my servant, my Ayah looked after me.

My parents didn't want me.

My mother cared only to go to parties.

And my father was busy with his military duties.

I was never allowed to go to the parties.

I watched them from my mother's bedroom window.

I was angry.

But I never cried.

I didn't know how to cry.

I love my family.

You didn't have to follow me.

I wanted to.

My parents always thought about themselves.

They never thought about me. - Why not?

Because.

Come on.

If only I could have known that in a few moments,

I would lose them forever.

Earth quake

The families of the Indian earthquake orphans

should please go to dock number two.

We're here Mary.

Can you believe it?

She's so silent.

I heard that she never cried when her parents died

Yes ma'am.

Numbers 40 and 41, Timothy and Thomas Burke

Here.

Come my boys my boys

Number 42, Lorenzo

Number 43 Mary Linux.

Number 43, Mary Linux.

Please,just step aside Number 44 Adam Snow.

Oh, Adam at last

Mary Linux.

Is that Mary Linux?

Number 43, Yes, Mary Linux.

I've come to claim her.

I'm Mrs. Medlock, housekeeper at Misselthwaite Manor.

The Lord Archibald Craven and her uncle and guardian.

What a queer unresponsive little thing.

And my word, a plain piece of goods.

Her mother was a beauty.

She certainly did not much of it down did she?

Oh, she might improve as she gets older.

Children change.

She'll have to change quite a bit.

And if you ask me, there's not much to improve

at Misselthwaite Manor.

Come along.

It's a pity for you that you haven't any other place to go.

Your uncle isn't going to trouble himself about you.

That's for sure and certain.

He never troubles himself about anybody.

As if having a crooked back bone cross enough for a man to bear.

And then she had up and die on him.

Yeah that's rig ht.

Your aunt is dead.

Didn't you know?

Didn't your mother tell you?

No.

Strange.

Not telling you that her own twin sister is dead.

My mother didn't have the time to tell me stories.

Oh, at last.

There's Misselthwaite now.

You'll go straight to bed for a few hours.

Humping about in this carriage I doubt you got much rest.

Here's your breakfast.

But I'm still in my nightgown.

You can change after you've eaten.

There are new clothes in the wardrobe.

Who's going to dress me?

You can't dress yourself?

Of course not.

My Aya dressed me.

Nonsense.

As old as you are?

What did they do with children in India?

Carry you around in a basket?

How dare you talk to me with such disrespect?

Nobody is going to carry you around Misselthwaite

Manor my girl, with far too much work already.

So you'll just have to look after yourself.

There are near 100 rooms, yet this one and no other is yours.

Don't expect to see your uncle because you certainly won't.

You are not to touch anything.

And you are not to go wandering and poking about.

Martha

The house seemed dead, like a spell

has been cast upon it.

It looked just like my mother's room.

This must have been my aunt's.

The dressing tables were the same.

They even had twin ivory elephants.

Martha.

What are you doing?

What did I tell you?

I heard someone crying

Dogs.

No, someone.

A person crying.

You heard nothing of the sort.

Now, you stay where you are told or I'll come and box your ears.

Good afternoon.

I brought you something to eat.

And you haven't touched your porridge.

Didn't you want it?

Are you my servant?

I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant.

And she's Lord Cravens.

But I'll be doing the housemaid's work up here

and waiting on you a bit.

Waiting on me makes you my servant then.

You are strange.

Hey, I know that.

Mrs. Medlock gave me the place out of kindness to my mother.

She said she could never have done it if there was

a grand Mrs. at Misselthwaite.

I'd likely never to be let out of the Kitchens,

and certainly not upstairs.

Stop it.

What are you doing?

I thought all girls like to be tickled.

What would you like to wear?

Black, black, or black?

Are you blind?

They're all black.

And I won't be laughed at, servant.

My name's Martha.

I won't tickle you.

I promise.

What do they wear in India?

When I heard you was coming from there,

I thought you'd be a native.

What?

You thought I was a what?

You, you, you, judge mental pig.

You needn't be like that.

I have nothing against natives it was a family.

I've never seen a native.

I was placed to think I was—

You don't know anything, about anything.

None of you, nothing.

Please don't be vexed.

I don't know anything about anything.

Like you said.

I'm sorry Miss.

I'm too common and I talk too much.

I beg your pardon, Miss.

I don't know when exactly your uncle will call for you.

My uncle?

Mrs. Medlock said he wouldn't want to see me.

Aah, but he does.

Oh, your uncle's decided not to see you today.

When will I see him?

Tomorrow? Oh no.

He'll be gone tomorrow.

After the mistress died 10 years ago,

Lord Craven wouldn't see people.

There's nobody too ease his sorrow.

He spends most of his time away from home now.

Poor man.

They say he's cursed.

Better put your sweater on.

It is cold outside.

But I've got no one to play with.

No one to play with.

Let me out of here.

You know, Dicken my brother goes often in the mall

by himself for hours.

That's how we made friends, with all his animals.

Who?

Dicken, my younger brother.

Put down.

You have no idea how curious he is about you.

What do you think you are doing?

Oh, there you are Miss Mary.

I wondered where you'd gone.

What do you mean?

You knew perfectly well where I was.

Your scarf, Miss.

They're.

Now ready to go out now.

I can't see.

To get to the gardens, you must go through there, then

around outside of the house.

Run along now, and have fun.

What's beyond there?

Another garden?

Where's the door?

Hey, hey, you there.

Where's the door to that other garden?

What?

The one with all the Ivy, I didn't see a door.

There isn't one.