Back to the Secret Garden (2001)

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Time for lessons, children.

Come along.

Come on, Debra.

All right.

Come along.

Come in.

I've checked everything,
Lady Mary.

Is there anything
else you need?

No, thank you, Martha.

Forwarding address.

And everything else
we've already discussed.

Well, Martha.

You'll be sitting
there tomorrow.

Misselthwaite is all yours now.

I'll do my best,
Lady Mary.

Don't you worry.

I'm not in the
least bit worried.

You're the only person I'd trust
to look after our orphans.

Thank you.

We shall all miss you.

There's just one more thing.

Come with me.

I'm going to leave this
in your hands, too.

Oh, my goodness.

You're the only person
I can trust with it.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

It was your brother
who restored this
garden to life.

Well, I'm not Dickon,
Lady Mary

but I promise you
I'll do my best.

It's always been a wonder to me
how you can find that door.

Oh, as long as I've got the key,
I've never had a problem.

Promise to eat
all your vegetables, Doris.

Yes, Lady Mary.

Good girl.

Stephen, take
care of them.

I will, Lady Mary.

Good boy.

How are you
feeling, Penelope?

Much better,
Lady Mary.

Every day
a little better.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Keep your hopes up.

I'm sure we'll be able

to bring you to America
for the operation.

Safe journey.

Bye.

Bye, Lady Mary.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye, Lady Mary.

Oh, Martha...

Miss Sowerby.

Will you be joining us

for supper
in the dining room then?

Not tonight, Toby.

I've got some things
to catch up on.

Very good then, Miss Sowerby.

I'll keep something warm
on the stove for you.

I'm still just
plain old Martha, Toby.

You're the mistress
of Misselthwaite

in Lady Mary's absence...

Miss Sowerby.

Ow.

Ooh.

Hey now, Martha.

What's got into you?

I can't seem to find
the garden door.

Well, uh...

didn't Lady Mary
show it to you?

Yes, she did.

But I can't see it.

Well, perhaps you'd be so kind
as to point me to it.

Well, blessed
if I can.

Lady Mary always
opened it for me
every day.

Well...

You've scratched
your hand.

Oh, never mind
the scratches, Will.

What are we going to do
if I can't find the door?

Well, don't take on so, Martha.

You'll find it.
After all...

you've got the key.

But it doesn't seem
to be doing me any good.

Otherwise I'd-I'd just be able
to part the ivy

like Lady Mary did,
and there it would be.

Well, let's have a cup of tea
and try again tomorrow.

It won't be any different
tomorrow.

It was here.

I know it was.

I marked it.

Well, what are we going
to do then?

I am charged by
Lady Mary to look
after the garden.

And so I shall.

Call the stonemason, Will.

Tomorrow.

Put it right over the plate.

You're out of there.

Welcome to the Sisters
of Charity, Lady Mary.

Thank you.
It's a pleasure.

Will you come inside?

Mm-hmm.

Hello.Hello.

We're honored
to be a part

of your exchange
program, Lady Mary.

Come along, please.

Come along now.

Just here, Father,
thank you.

Don't dawdle.
Come along now.

Come on, James.
Put the ball down.

That's right.
Come on now.

This is Lady Mary Craven

the wife of the new British
ambassador to the United States.

And she's working
on a special program

that I think sounds exciting.

Lady Mary.

Thank you.

Well, I haven't come here
to make a long speech.

I've come to see if one of you
might be interested

in a rather grand adventure.

Like you, many children
in my country lost their parents

in this terriblewar
which has finally ended.

And through our program
of exchanging orphans

we're trying to help
those who need it most

to come to America

for operations that we can't
provide for them in England.

So...

is there anyone amongst you
who might like to live

in a country house in England
for a year or so?

Oh, dear.

That many.

Well, I don't know

how I'm going to choose
just one of you.

Go back to your play, children.

I'd like to be really sure
about the child.

Is there any way
I might meet them individually?

Of course.

Go right ahead.

Thank you.

What lovely white roses.

Who are you?

I'm Mary Craven.

Might I ask
what your name is?

Lizzie Buscana.

Would you take a walk
with me, Lizzie?

You aren't mad 'cause
I didn't go listen to you?

Oh, no, not at all.

No one was obliged
to come.

Might I ask
why you didn't?

My roses have aphids

and I don't have
any powder for them.

I have to pick them
off with my hands.

Without gloves?

Let me see.

Oh, your poor hands.

You must love
these roses very much.

You have gardener's hands.

Just like my mom does.

Did.

You've got a garden?

Oh, yes.

And I miss it very much.

When we were children

we used to call it
the Secret Garden.

We used to have all
sorts of adventures there.

My mom and dad
and me had a garden.

We didn't have any
adventures in it though.

We grew vegetables

for the fancy restaurants
in Manhattan.

It was the best
truck garden in Brooklyn.

What's it like,
your Secret Garden?

Oh, well, how do
I describe it?

I never could.

It's not really
a formal garden.

I suppose I'd have
to call it...

a children's garden.

Will you tell me

about your garden
in Brooklyn?

Oh, wow.

I'm telling you.

We couldn't grow enough
tomatoes or zucchini

or Boston lettuce
or greenhouse strawberries.

Oh, I'm very impressed.

Strawberries are
difficult.

Especially
in a greenhouse.

Not for me.

I have a green nose.

I think that's
"a green thumb."

I know what
a green thumb is.

My mama said...

What did
she say, Lizzie?

She said I had a green nose

'cause I always had it
in the dirt...

right beside her...

since I could crawl.

You must miss her
very much.

My parents were flying
to San Diego.

My pop was in officer
school in the Navy.

The plane crashed.

It wasn't even in the w*r.

I understand how you feel.

When I was a girl your age

I came to Misselthwaite
from India.

I'd just lost
my parents, too.

You did?

They died
in an epidemic.

So I was to be raised

in a faraway place
called England

by a distant relative.

I didn't want to go.

I was terrified.

But it turned out

to be the best place
in the world for me.

I felt at home there.

And I think you may come
to feel that way, too.

I have to leave my mama's roses.

Your mama's roses
will be safe with me.

I'll replant them myself
in the best spot

in the residence garden.

Promise?

I promise.

I'll stop at Misselthwaite

and take very good care
of Lizzie.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Lady Mary!

This is an
American Beauty.

My mom grew them
in her front yard.

I brought a cutting
from her very best bush.

Oh.

We're having
a very important dinner

tonight at the
Ambassador's Residence.

Do I have your permission

to wear this wonderful
rose in my hair?

It's okay with me.

Thank you.

Bye-bye, Lizzie.

Bye.

I hope you had
a pleasant evening, sir.

Yes, we did, thank you.

The worst thing
about this job

is these awful
state dinners.

I thought they'd
never leave.

You seem a thousand
miles away, Mary.

I had the most extraordinary
experience today, Colin.

I saw someone we haven't
seen for years.

Who?

Robin Redbreast.

I think we're going

to have to cut down
your schedule, Mary.

It sounded
just like him.

I could never forget
that song. Could you?

Don't look at me as if
I've just gone daft.

It took me right back

to the first time
I heard Robin Red Breast

and stood in
the Secret Garden.

Personally,
I can't tell

one robin's song
from another.

Or one robin,
for that matter.

And I doubt if
you can, either.

Well, even if I imagined it,
it comes to the same thing.

I met the most
interesting little girl.

And she's agreed to
come to Misselthwaite.

But I'm a bit worried

because she's not the sort
we usually look for.

Why, what's wrong with her?

Too American?

I'm afraid they're
all American, Mary.

No, I'm... I sense
she might be a little stubborn.

Do you think
I'm being hasty

if I take a
chance on her?

Penelope needs at least
a year in America.

That's an awfully long time

if this girl doesn't
like Misselthwaite.

I've never known you
misjudge a child.

Trust your heart, Mary.

You won't go far wrong.

It's the only way
I know how to choose.

So... it's decided.

Mm-hmm.

Shall we go up?

Yes.

Thank you, everyone.

It was a lovely party

thanks to your very hard work.

Thank you,
madam.

Let's all have a sleep-in
in the morning, shall we?

Thank you.
Good night.

You've reminded me.

I've been carrying
this about all day.

There's a telegram
from England.

It's from Martha.

Something wrong?

She's put a new door
in the Secret Garden.

She's what?

"Have encountered
difficulties

"in making use
of existing door.

"Have found it necessary
to put in practical door.

"Saw no alternative.

Do hope you understand."

She can't find the door.

Didn't you leave
her the key?

Yes.

Of course, I left
her the key.

But don't you see?

It's not working.

She can't open the door.

Poor Martha.

She must be devastated.

Well, she did

the right thing then,
didn't she?

There was
no alternative.

I wish I knew what was wrong.

Is it something to do with me?

How am I to know?

Well, what's done is done.

Misselthwaite.

Misselthwaite.

Good day there, miss.

I'll take your case.

Mabel.

Here she is, then,
Miss Sowerby--

Elizabeth Buscana.

All the way
from America.

Hello.

My name is Lizzie.

Lizzie Buscana.

Slept most of the way
from London.

Quite recovered
herself, it seems.

So then, Lizzie Buscana

how was your trip?

I read a lot.

And the stewardess taught me
checkers on the plane.

Oh.

Well, it's late, Lizzie.

So, let's get you home
to Misselthwaite

and tucked into bed,
shall we?

Here we are then, Lizzie.

Now come inside
out of the cold air.

You'll be exhausted
from all your traveling

whether you know it or not.

When can I see
the Secret Garden?

Lady Mary told you
about the Secret Garden?

A little bit.

What did she say?

I don't know. It's
a children's garden.

Yes. I suppose
you could see it like that.

When can I see it?

You'll see it Sunday.

That's when the children
are allowed in.

Now let's go inside, shall we?

How come you don't
have electric lights
here, Miss Sowerby?

We do, Lizzie

but we don't want
to turn them on just

to get up the stairs, do we?

We have to watch our pennies
here at Misselthwaite.

Isn't Lady Mary rich?

We have 30 children
to look after.

It all adds up.

This is your room.

I hope
it's to your liking.

Are you kidding me?

This is the nicest room
I've ever been in.

It was Lady Mary's roomwhen she first came
to Misselthwaite.

She asked
that you have it.

Ah, it's a good job

you brought
a wool nightdress.

It could be a bit chilly
when you get up in the mornings.

We don't have much

in the way of frills
at Misselthwaite, Lizzie

but we'll do our best

to make you feel
at home, all right?

Do I have to wait till Sunday?

Wait? For what?

To see the garden.

Ah.

The children are allowed in
on Sunday after church

for tea and deportment classes.

Allowed in?

Yes, Lizzie.

There are rules
at Misselthwaite

which have
to be obeyed.

But...

Now, no more questions.

It's time you
got ready for bed.

You'll need your sleep.

We get up with the
roosters hereabouts.

Well, I'll see you
in the morning.

Good night, dear.

Enjoy your
breakfast.Thank you.

There you are, Katie.

Thank you.

Now here's Lizzie,
everyone.

Have some porridge
first, Lizzie.

Porridge?It'll keep you warm.

Morning.

Morning.

And a glass of milk.

Good morning, Lizzie.

Good morning.

I'll take your spoon. This way.

There we are.

Now, children,
say good morning
to Lizzie Buscana.

Good morning, Lizzie.

Good morning.

Now there's room over
here next to Geraldine

and there's your spoon.

And remember, children,
no talking at mealtime.

Hello.

Hi.

You didn't happen

to bring any smokes with you
from America, did you?

You smoke?Don't be silly.

But they're worth a fortune
in the village.

Did you?

No.

Too bad.

Uh-oh. Miss Bloody Sow's
got her eye on us.

We'll talk later.

I say, Lizzie. Do you know
how to play baseball?

Sure, I do.

I'm from Brooklyn.

The Brooklyn Dodgers
are World Champions.

Do you think you can
teach me how to play?

I'm rather good at cricket.

I want to be
a professional baseball player.

Sure. What's your name?

Stephen Brinkie.

You got a ball and a bat?

I've got
a cricket bat

and some tennis ba*ls.
Will they do?

Sure. We'll make them do.

Happy birthday, Dickon.

Oh...

how could they be so careless?

Watch where you're
going, Yank.

Shh!

What on earth do you
think you're doing?

Sorry.

Miss Sowerby
might see me.

She might think
I was spying on her.

But you were spying
on her, weren't you?

No. I was spying on the garden.

You must tell me more

but I'm afraid
it'll have to wait.

Time for lessons.

It may very well be

that Professor Toynbee

is correct in his hypothesis
of challenge and response

but the question is

are civilizations
really necessary?

If they're so good,
why do they keep on failing?

So you feel that your arguments
should be taken seriously

alongside those
of Professor Toynbee?

Why shouldn't my arguments
be taken seriously?

Just because I'm an orphan?

The problem is not
in your stars, Mr. Eglinton.

It is in your arguments.

You make assertions,
not arguments.

Professor Toynbee offers

irrefutable proof
from the historical record

in support of his assertions.

You offer no proofs
from the record

therefore your assertions
have no force

other than the loudness
of your voice.

If I were
to find historical proofs

then would you take
my arguments seriously?

I would examine your proofs

and satisfy myself
as to their persuasiveness.

ThenI would take
your arguments seriously.

All right, then.

I will write an essay
supported by facts

to prove that I am right
and Professor Toynbee is wrong.

Wouldn't you know.

Just when I decided
to work outside.

Hello.

Hi.

What're you
working on? A poem?

No, no. It's my essay
for Dr. Snodgrass.

Oh, yeah. To prove
you're smarter

than Professor
what's-his-name.

If you don't mind.

I love the rain.

Is that a new gate in the wall
of the Secret Garden?

Yes, why?

Just wondering.

Why is it called
the Secret Garden?

Good question.

It's not a secret anymore.

I call it the Sacred Garden.

The Sacred Garden?

Yeah, wait till Sunday.
You'll understand.

It's worse
than sitting in a church.

I really must get on.

I'm going to recopy all of this.

Why can't we go in
except on Sunday?

If you please.

Fine. Be that way.

Ow.

Mama, help me.

It's the door.

The garden's dying.

Hey, baby.

It's okay.

Thank you, Vicar.

That was a
lovely service.

Lovely to see you.

Thank you.

MRS.
Now, children.

This week

we shall learn the proper way
to comport oneself

when one is served tea
in the garden.

It was right there.

I'm sure of it.

You will find on your laps
some crockery and cutlery...

Or was it over there?

Please don't fiddle with it.

You will find a plate, a saucer

a cup, a small teaspoon

a fork for cakes

and a little knife.

Sow's got her eye on you.

Quiet.

Pay attention.

One's first consideration

when seated beside others is

putting them at ease.

No, no, Lizzie.

You're not
to touch the flowers.

The garden's in
a very delicate state.

Sorry.

One's second consideration is...

not to spill anything on them.

With one's napkin unfolded

thusly...

one makes careful use
of one's knees as a tea table.

Watch please.

You see?

The Sacred Garden.

Bow down and
worship in silence.

It's not funny.

I don't know why
you're making such
a fuss about it.

Everything dies
sooner or later.

Why don't you just
get off your high horse

and stop being such
a know-it-all poet for once.

And why don't you stop
pretending you care

so much more than
the rest of us.

You'll go home, and
you'll never see
this place again.

You're only doing it
to get attention.

You take that back, or I'll wipe
that stupid grin off your face.

Lizzie, sit down.

I'd like to see you
try, Miss America.

How could you?

You will leave this garden
immediately.

And pot duty for the entire
week, starting with lunch.

Until then, you can wait
in your room.

It wasn't her fault,
Miss Sowerby.

Robert said something rude
to her.

Did you, Robert?

I said something

honest to her.

Some people can't bear
to hear the truth.

Both of you.

To your rooms.

March.

What are you
waiting for?

I wouldn't want to walk
with her.

I said march.

And now, children,
that you've had an example

of how notto behave

you may resume your lesson
on deportment.

Mrs. Chilblaine.

Thank you, Miss Sowerby.

Now children, to resume...

Can I come in?

Hi.

I just wanted to see
that you're all right.

Thanks.

You must miss America terribly.

Yeah.

But I like it here.

I wish I could go to America.

I want to go to Hollywood
and become a film star.

If I had a friend out there

I'd run away from here
right now.

I'd stow away on a boat
for New York.

Wouldn't it be grand
to become film stars together?

I want to be
a landscape architect.

And I want to stay right here

till I figure out
what's wrong with this garden.

Well, that's rather obvious.

It's got some sort of disease.

Maybe, maybe not.

Can you keep a secret?

Of course I can.

Wild horses couldn't drag it
from me.

I snuck into it last night.

Did you now?

There's something very strange
about this garden.

There was a door.

Not the ugly new door.

It was like
the garden's realdoor.

Only it was locked.

And I couldn't find it
from the outside

because of all the ivy.

And today, I couldn't find it
from the inside either.

It's supposed to be
a magic door.

But I don't believe
in magic.

Magic?

You're supposed
to have the key to find it.

But you found it
without the key.

So that proves
it isn't magic.

What key?

The key
to the Secret Garden.

Sow has it.

She keeps it
in Lady Mary's study

in her desk.

How do you know that?

Let's just say

I've had occasion
to poke around in there.

They say if you have the key
and can open the door

then you'll know
the garden's secrets

or some such rot.

Lizzie?

Are you in there?

Yes, Miss Sowerby.

Shut the door, Lizzie.

Well, now...

I don't know what got
into you today, Lizzie.

But I have to tell you

I was appalled
at your behavior in the garden.

I'm sorry, Miss Sowerby.

Is that all you have to say
for yourself?

Robert said
the garden was dying.

And he had this stupid grin
on his face.

I wasn't going
to let him get away with that.

You do not need to concern
yourself with that, Lizzie.

Will is doing

everything he can
for the garden.

I know.

But maybe Icould help.

You could help me a great deal

if you'd make an effort to live
by the rules

we have here at Misselthwaite.

Yes, ma'am.

Rules are rules, Lizzie.

And I can't make
any exceptions.

Otherwise we'll
have no order

or discipline
at all here.

Do you understand me?

Yes, ma'am.

Very well then.

Your kitchen duties will
begin in half an hour.

:
Geraldine.

That was close.

Sow would've skinned us
bothif she'd found me.

Don't call her Sow,
okay?

At least not around me.

I shouldn't think
you'd care

after the way
she's punishing you.

I had it coming.

Miss Sowerby is strict,
but she's fair.

Miss Sowerby it is then.

Good.

Come in.

Miss Buscana.

Shouldn't you be
preparing for bed?

I got a few minutes
yet, Dr. Snodgrass.

Is there somethingyou wish to speak
to me about?

If you've got a few minutes.

Have a chair.

Now then.
What can I do for you?

Stephen said you're
not just a teacher.

You're a minister
or something, too.

Is that right?

I'm a Doctor of Divinity

All Souls College,
Oxford University.

I came to teach the orphans
here at Misselthwaite

shortly after the w*r began.

So, you know about
right and wrong

and things
like that, right?

Well, I have some
general familiarity

with the subject,
I suppose.

If somebody thought
they had to do something

even if they knew they
weren't supposed to

should they do it?

Drawing on all my years
of experience and study

I should have to say...

that depends.

May I ask a few questions
for clarification?

Sure.

Is this thing against the law?

No.

Would it do harm to anyone
or their property?

No.

Would it do good for someone
other than yourself

if you were to do this thing?

I think so.

In that case

I advise that you trust
in your own conscience

and let that
be your guide.

That's all?

Are you going to tell me
what this thing is?

No.

I didn't think so.

Then yes, lacking facts in
the matter, that is my advice.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Abandon hope,
all ye who enter here.

Lights out, Robert.

It's an hour
past bedtime.

I bid you adieu.

Indeed.

We'll have a talk
in the morning, you and I.

Sleep well.

Thank you, Mr. Fox.

Hello.

What's wrong with the garden?

What is it?

What do you all want me to do?

"To the memory of Dickon Sowerby

"who gave his life
for his country

"and who gave life
to this garden

and to all the birds
and animals..."

...and to all who knew him."

I'm not Dickon Sowerby.

He was a hero.

I'm just an orphan
from Brooklyn.

I can't save the garden.

Fire.

What's wrong?

Fire.

Fire.

Robert.

Open the window.

Well done, you two.

What on earth
has happened in here?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid
I started a fire.

Is anybody hurt?

No, we're all okay.

Well, thank goodness
for that.

Gracious to think
what could've happened.

Whew. Whole place
might've burned down.

Oh.

This key...

was in the desk
in Lady Mary's study.

What is it doing here?

I took it... Miss Sowerby.

What are you doing here?

I came to see that
everyone was all right.

Go downstairs, Geraldine,
with the other children.

You know the drill.

Yes, Miss Sowerby.

You took this key
out of the study, Stephen?

Yes, ma'am.

Go downstairs
and join the others.

Yes, ma'am.

So, how did the fire start?

It was my fault
entirely, Miss Sowerby.

I was reading my Byron
by candlelight...

and I must have fallen
asleep and knocked
the candle over.

Lizzie saved the day.

Lizzie and Stephen.

Well, that was
very good of them.

And for that much
I'm grateful.

But I understand
why he's still dressed.

How is it that
you're still dressed?

And how is it that you were
the one to raise the alarm?

I was in the Secret Garden.

I saw the flames in the window
when I was coming back.

And what were you doing
in the garden?

I was looking around.

I thought maybe I could figure
out what was wrong with it.

I see.

And did you?

No, ma'am.

Robert... go downstairs

and tell Toby

and the other staff

that it's safe to
put the children
back to bed.

And Lizzie

you come with me.

And not one word
of a lie, young lady

or you'll be on your
way back to America

before another day is over.

Do we understand each other?

Yes, ma'am.

Is what you said about
the fire the truth?

Yes, ma'am.

Very well.

We'll leave that be
for the moment.

Now let's discuss
the key, shall we?

Did Stephen take it?

No, ma'am.

He didn't know
anything about it.

I think he just said that
to take the blame for me.

And you let him.

If I say why

I'm going to get
somebody else in trouble.

Geraldine was standing right
behind me when I asked you.

Was she signaling you
behind my back?

I'm not trying to put the blame
on anybody else.

I know you're not.

Just tell me the simple truth,
for goodness' sake.

She was shaking her head
really hard

for me not to fess up.

I got confused.

How did you know where it was?

Hmm?

The key.

Did you search
through every drawer

behind every book?

Geraldine told me where it was.

I see.

And armed with that knowledge,
you decided to steal it.

I was just going to borrow it
for a couple of hours

Miss Sowerby.

I would've put it right back
where it belonged

if Robert didn't start a fire.

You may call it "borrowing"
in America, Lizzie

but here in Yorkshire,
we call it "stealing."

I must tell you,
I'm shocked.

Shocked and disappointed.

I never stole anything
in my life.

Until now.

My mom and dad
always taught me

to be honest
like they were.

They would have called it
"stealing," too.

It isstealing.

Sit down, child.

What did you want it for?

The key.

To see if I could open
the other door.

What door?

The one under the ivy.

Go on.

This wasn't
the first time

I snuck into the garden
at night.

I snuck in another night, too...

over your...
over the new door.

I heard a robin sing
from my window.

I thought it wanted me
to go to the garden.

The wind sounded
like music.

Like a flute or something.

Like a panpipe.

You've heard it?

A long time ago

when my brother Dickon
was alive.

And...

when you went back
with the key tonight

what happened?

A fox was outside the garden
and led me to the door.

When I went through it

all the animals and birds
came to me

and sat with me
by the fountain.

It was like they wanted me
to do something.

Only I didn't know what.

The animals came to you.

Yes.

Birds

and the rabbits and deer
and the fox

and two little furry,
round things

I've never seen before.

Hedgehogs.

That's exactly
the right name for them.

Dickon was especially fond
of the hedgehogs in the garden.

Look...

I'm really sorry
for all the trouble I've caused

Miss Sowerby.

I really, really am.

I think you should
send me back to America.

I don't deserve
to be here anymore.

Stand up, Lizzie.

I believe this
belongs to you.

No, it doesn't.

You're in charge of it.

I was left in charge of it,
but it seems that was a mistake.

It seems it was
meant to belong

to an orphan girl
from across the ocean.

Just as it belonged
to another orphan girl

from across another ocean.

If I weren't so thick,
I suppose I should have guessed.

I'm not anything like Lady Mary.

You're more like her
than you know, child.

Good morning.

What's got you up
so early, Lawrence?

This just come for you
by special messenger

straight from the dock
in London

from Lady Mary.

It's marked "urgent."

I run it straight over.

Thank you, Lawrence.

I could have put out
the fire myself, you know.

What were you
going to do?

Read poetry to it?

Take it easy.

I'm just kibbitzing.

Kibbitzing?

That's Brooklyn
for "rubbing it in."

What you Americans have done
to the English language.

You were going to sneak
into the garden last night

weren't you?

I was not.

Except you fell asleep, right?

Where do you get
these outlandish notions?

I saw someone
sneak into the garden

the night I came.

The moon was bright

just like last night.

It was you, wasn't it?

You haven't said anything
to Sowerby

have you?

What do you think I am,
a snitch?

What do you do it for?

Are you done, Lizzie?

Yes, Miss Sowerby.

Just finished.

Come with me, please.

Eh, give it a good pull.

It's a cutting
from my mother's roses.

Look, there's a note

from Lady Mary.

"Dearest Lizzie,
this cutting

is from your mother's
American Beauty varietal bush."

Th-there's no need
to read it aloud, Lizzie.

It's addressed to you.

I want to read it out loud.

"I regret to tell you that
despite our very best efforts

"the replanting failed,
and the bush withered

"but I did manage

"to save this cutting,
and I send it with my prayers

"that it will
have survived
the journey.

With all my love,
Mary Craven."

Can I plant it now

before I go to lessons?

Will you be wanting to put it
in the Secret Garden?

Can I?

You are the keeper of the key,
Lizzie.

It's your decision.

Lizzie!

That was a really dumb stunt
you pulled.

Nice but dumb.

I only wanted
to protect you.

I hope you're not
angry with me.

Course not.

Nobody except my parents

ever did anything
that nice for me.

Lizzie...

would you be
my sweetheart?

Your sweetheart?

Yes.

You do have sweethearts
in America, don't you?

Yeah, sure.

So may I have
your answer?

I don't know what to say.

All you need to say
is yes or no.

Sure.

Okay, I guess.

Do you mean it?

Yeah, sure I do.

That's wonderful.

Well, I must be
running along.

Ta for now.

Hello, there.

Lizzie!

What are you doing here?

Martha gave me the key
to the old door.

She said it belonged to me.

Did she?

She said that also means

I can come whenever I want.

You don't mind, do you, Will?

Not a bit.

I never thought Martha
was the one to have it.

You didn't?
No.

Why not?

She's a fine woman, Martha.

Finest woman I know.

But she just lacks
the temperament

to be the keeper
of the key.

The temperament?

That's all I'm going
to say against her.

Martha Sowerby has

my wholehearted
admiration and respect.

You like her, don't you?

Yes.

Like sweethearts, I mean.

You Yanks.

You just come right out
and say things.

Sorry.

It's none of my business.

She hasn't been
asking about those
things, has she?

No.

Oh.

What's this?

It's a cutting
from my mother's roses.

Lady Mary sent it.

Martha said
I could plant it here, but...

I'm afraid to.

There, there, lass.

You have every right to be

Lord knows.

Do you think I could plant it
in the greenhouse?

Till it gets stronger?

You've done this before,
little Lizzie.

Yes.

Maybe this will help.

Well, it can't hurt.

Why did you tell me
not to tell?

I didn't want you
to get in trouble.

Did you?

I sure did...

for not telling.

That's just awful.

I'm so sorry.

Are you being sent
back to America?

I don't think so.

What a relief.

I was worried sick.

I'd miss you terribly.

I'd have to run away
and join you there.

Stephen is staring
at you, Lizzie.

Infants should be seen
and not heard, Doris.

I think I just made
a really bad mistake.

Oh?

Don't you have
lessons, Doris?

No.

Would you like
my scone and butter

tomorrow morning
at breakfast?

Oh, yes, please.

Then go find
something to do.

There's a good girl.

Stephen's sweet on you.

But you like
Robert instead.

Shh.

How does she know that?

Everybody knows.

Stephen asked you to be
his sweetheart, didn't he?

Yeah.

And you said yes.

What am I going to do?

I'll talk to Stephen for you
if you like.

Thanks, but I think
I have to do this myself.

If you're sure.

Great.

The little blabbermouth
told Robert.

Look on the bright side...

at least he's jealous.

I have it on good authority

that you've given over the key
to the Secret Garden.

From the horse's mouth
so to speak.

I had good reason.

And it's a relief
to me, Will.

It's been a calamity
me having it.

Well, you can't blame
yourself, Martha.

I'm the gardener here.

This is just as hard on you

as it is on me, isn't it, Will?

Well, the truth is I haven't
been sleeping very well lately.

I feel I've let you down.

Never once.

Never, Will, since we
were children ourselves.

I say, Lizzie.

Did you see me
at bat?

No.

I've never had
a sweetheart before

but I think you're
supposed to be

rather interested
in watching me.

Or at least a little,
I should think.

Listen, Stephen...

about that
sweetheart thing?

I shouldn't
have said "yes."

It's just I didn't want
to hurt your feelings

'cause I really like you...

but as a friend.

I'm sorry, but
I have to be honest.

I hope you understand.

Yes, of course.

It was awfully
forward of me

asking you
in the first place.

Please forgive me.

You're the one that
has to forgive me.

Done. Let's not say
another word about it.

You aren't angry?

It's okay if you are.

Not a bit.

But I must get back
to the game.

Thanks.

Did she send you after me?

She doesn't know the
first thing about it.

I've come to see
that you're all right.

I'm fine.

No, you're not.
You're furious.

And I don't blame you.

Don't you tell her anything.

I don't want her
to have the satisfaction.

Don't worry.

Ever since Miss Sowerby
gave her that key

she's been Miss
High and Mighty

and too good
for you.

:
Not too good for Robert.

It'd serve her right
if she lost the key.

Old Sow would ship her back
to America in a blink.

I'd bet.

Then she'd be sorry she
treated you so shabbily.

Robert, it's me, Lizzie.

I looked for you at supper.

Robert...

don't be like this, okay?

I need to talk to you.

Robert?

Are you in the garden?

Where are you?

Oh, no.

How could he?

Have you gone
stark raving mad?

How could you
take my key?

It was guarding
my rose.

Lizzie, whatever it is
you think I did

I didn't, I swear to you.

You didn't steal the
key to get in here?

I climbed over
Sowerby's gate

like I always do.

Why'd you come
here tonight?

I'm running away.

I came here
to gather my thoughts.

I usually find it
peaceful here.

You can't run away.

Why can't I?

Look at it.

Lizzie, even if
you save your rose

even if you save
the garden

what difference
would it make?

Would it bring back
your family?

Or mine?

I need your help
to save the garden.

I don't see what help I could be
even if I did want to help.

Just having a friend
I could trust would be a help.

Do you hear that?

Hear what?

The music.

Look.

They want me to plant
my mother's rose here.

They?

The animals and birds
that live in the garden.

Lizzie, what's
going on here?

I accepted the key.

I didn't believe
in the garden.

Not when it counted.

I believe in
the garden now.

It's going to save
my mother's rose.

You're only setting yourself up

to get your heart broken
all over again

Lizzie.

The garden's heart isbroken.

That's what's wrong with it.

What would break
a garden's heart?

That's what we have
to figure out.

And maybe then, we can mend it.

But I have to have the key.

I can't do anything
without the key.

Dr. Snodgrass.

Hmm?

He writes mystery novels
under a nom de plume.

He knows lots
about detective work.

Look.

It's the fox again.

How extraordinary.

They want to wish us good luck.

Brought your tea
out to you, Will.

Oh, I haven't had
any tea this week.

Too much to do.

Exactly.

So if you won't
come to tea

the tea should
come to you.

This is nice.

Oh, I do love it out
here by the lake.

It's so romantic.

You're a bit larky today.

Larky?

Robinish, perhaps.

What are you going on
about, Martha?

Oh, I just feel so much
better than I have lately.

It's as if a dark
cloud had passed.

And it's all to do with
that little Yankee girl

from across the ocean.

She's going to be good
for the garden, Will.

I hope so.

Hey, good tea.

Made it for you myself.

Got me thinking, Will.

Has it now?

How long have you worked
at Misselthwaite?

As if you didn't know.

We were kids here together.

I can hardly remember when,
uh, play turned into work.

Half our lives.

But we still have the
other half, God willing.

The better half, some say.

If a body makes it so,
certainly.

Oh, and how would a body do
that, in, uh, in your opinion?

A body could.

Or two could.

What exactly are you
trying to say, Martha?

I feel that I'm free.

Free to leave
Misselthwaite

if I should take
a fancy to it.

There's a whole world
outside those gates, Will.

You're leaving then?

One way or another.

Well, we're all leaving here
one way or another.

One day.

And you, Will...

what's kept you here
all these years?

You.

Would marrying me

and moving into a little
farmhouse I've had my eye on


up the Post Road

would... would that count
as leaving Misselthwaite?

It would be all the world
I would ever want.

Class dismissed.
Thank you.

Dr. Snodgrass?

What is it, Miss Buscana?

Is it true you write
detective stories
under a phony name?

What concern is
that of yours?

Do you or
don't you, sir?

It is not true.

Oh.

I write mystery stories,
set in Rome

in the time of Claudius.

Not detective stories.

Under my own name,
but in Latin.

Would you help me
solve a mystery?

Please?

What kind of mystery?

Somebody took the garden key

from where I left it
in the greenhouse.

I need it back
to save the garden.

I see.

But... why must you have it
to save the garden?

Because it's magic.

I can't do anything
without the key.

When confronted
with a mystery of human making

requiring a solution

the citizens of Rome
would ask themselves

"Quis bono?"

Do you know what that means?

No.

Who benefits?

Who benefits?

Who benefits by the key
being stolen from you?

So who do you think "bonos"
from stealing the key?

Nobody that I can see.

They wouldn't
want to use it

'cause they'd
get caught.

So it must be they did it
so I wouldn't have it.

You don't suppose...

What?

No, it's absurd.

What? What?

Do you know who I think "bonos?"

Geraldine.

Geraldine? She's my friend.

Is she now?

All right, spill it.

Well, I thought
it was all a bit odd

her getting you to steal
the key and then deny it.

That almost got you sent home.

And who knows?

Maybe Sowerby will send
you home for losing it.

But I don't understand.

How could she hate me so much
and never show it?

Well, she fancies herself
as an actress, doesn't she?

Maybe she's better than
we've given her credit for.

Who is it?

Lizzie. Can I come in?

Enter.

You busy?

Just looking at some
of my magazines.

Pitiful... my newest one's
nine months old.

Look...

Bette Davis.
Isn't she gorgeous?

And such a wonderful
actress.

I love the characters she plays.

Did you steal the garden key
from the greenhouse?

What? The key's been stolen?

Why don't you knock it off,
Geraldine?

You're not fooling anybody.

Give it back.

Or I'm going to knock
the snot right out of you.

I didn't take it, I swear.

I'm not kidding.

I have to have it
to save the garden.

I'm telling you the truth.

You got Stephen to do it,
didn't you?

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

I need the key, Stephen.

I'm supposed to have it.

The garden's going to die
if you don't give it back.

And so will
my mother's rose.

Give it to me!

I threw it in the lake.

You what?

Just now.

Why?

I don't know.

Satisfied?

Is that what
you wanted?

How was I to know
he'd throw it in the lake?

How can you
hate me so much?

What did I
ever do to you?

I don't hate you, Lizzie.

I want to be your
best friend; truly I do.

Well, you got a funny
way of showing it.

Your friend in America...

I was going to run away
and join you there.

Only first you had to be
in America, didn't you?

You can't just make people
do what you want

whether they want to or not.

That's just it.

I can.

I always could.

Even before Mummy and Daddy...

I've made such a mess of this.
I always do.

I didn't mean for you
to hate me.

I didn't.

Neither did I,
really.

I don't know why I did it.

I'm awfully sorry, Lizzie.

I'm sorry too.

Honestly.

I know you'll never believe
a word I say, but it's true.

I just wanted to be your friend.

All right, all right.
Forget it.

No more of this stuff, okay?

Now what?

Now nothing.

He threw it in the lake?

I have a good mind to throw him
in the lake and Geraldine, too--

the pair of them.

I'd like to go back home,
Miss Sowerby.

What?
Oh, nonsense.

You love it at Misselthwaite.

I know you do, Lizzie.

I've messed everything up.

I don't belong here.

Oh, yes, you do.

You were meant to be here.

And you must believe that.

Believe
in yourself.

But how can I be
keeper of the key

if I've lost the key?

Because the key is just
a key; it doesn't matter.

It's what in your
heart that matters.

I don't know what to do.

Well, I had a cable just
this morning from Lady Mary.

She's arriving tomorrow
with Lord Craven

on a special leave.

She is?

Uh-huh. Perhaps
she'll know what to do.

She will. I know she will.

Nearly done?

Oh, yes, Miss Sowerby.

I hope it's to
your satisfaction.

Sit down, Geraldine.

Yes, Miss Sowerby.

You are a liar,
aren't you, Geraldine?

Yes, Miss Sowerby.

Do you think you've
learned your lesson?

Yes. Oh, yes.

Do you think you'll
ever lie again?

No. I won't. I promise.

And that's a lie,
isn't it, Geraldine?

Isn't it?

I'm so ashamed, Miss Sowerby.

You must despise me.

No, no, child.

You've done more harm
to yourself with your lying

than you've done to anyone else.

A liar lives in a hell
of her own making.

She finds that no one
believes her

even when she thinks
she's telling the truth.

And if she believes
everyone else tells lies

the same way she does

she's never going to be sure
what truth really is.

And that's
a worse punishment

than cleaning out
dining halls.

And it won't stop
until the lying stops.

Do you understand me?

I think so.

Well, you will
when you've thought about it.

And in the meantime,
you can mop out the dining hall

every night for a week.

It's a good opportunity
for reflection.

Hi.

What are you doing?

Trying to find
the old door.

But I can't.
Martha's wrong.

I have to have
the key.

Perhaps the garden's
time is over, Lizzie.

Did you ever think of that?

Nothing lasts forever.

No. I know that's not true.

The Secret Garden canlive
forever, if we want it to.

You believe it,
but you don't know it.

No one can
know that.

I know it.

What evidence?

Shh...

Hear that?

I don't hear anything.

It's Robin Redbreast.

No, it's just the
children playing.

Come on.

Come on!

Don't ask why.
Just come.

Come on, girls,
on your feet.

Follow me.

What's happening?

Where are we going?

Get a move on.

Come on.
Follow Lizzie!

Let's find the door.

No, this isn't
the right door.

Let's go around
one more time!

Hello, Robin!

Hello, Fox!

Hello, Secret Garden!

We've come to play!

Where are you?

You lied.

You didn't throw it
in the lake after all.

I did. I'm
not a liar.

I'm the keeper of the key,
and I say play.

That's what broke
the garden's heart.

The children weren't
allowed to play anymore.

Lizzie.

Hi, Lady Mary.

I'm glad to
see you again.

The pleasure is entirely mine.

This is my husband, Sir Colin.

Hi.

Hi, yourself.

The garden seems to have made
a miraculous recovery.

I can't explain this,
Lady Mary.

As God is
my witness

when Will and I drove
out of here this morning

it was like I said
in my last letter.

Wasn't it, Will?

Not a word of a lie, Lady Mary.

I-I'd given the garden up
for dead.

Perhaps Lizzie can explain.

I let the children
in, Miss Sowerby.

Even though it's
against the rules.

Just felt I
had to do it.

I think I understand now,
Lizzie.

Perhaps
I was wrong.

It isa children's garden,
isn't it?

I-I think I'd forgotten that.

Please come.

You said the key didn't matter.

That I have to believe
in myself.

You were right.

I'd like you to have
my first rose.

Oh, I couldn't.

That honor belongs to Lady Mary.

The rose is yours, Martha.

May it be the first of many.

Thank you, Lizzie.

Here's the key, Lady Mary.

It's not mine anymore.

It's yours now, Lizzie.

I think I'll just leave it
in the door...

for anyone to use.