The Secret Garden

Synopsis: When cholera takes the parents of Mary Lennox, she is shipped from India to England to live with her Uncle Craven. Archibald Craven's house is dark and drafty, with over 100 rooms built on the edge of the moors. Mary finds that her Uncle does not wish to see her, which is fine with Mary as she herself is rude and spoiled. While walking the gardens the next day, Mary notices that there is a area in the garden surrounded with a high stone wall and no doorway. Dickon, brother of a housemaid, tells her of the garden behind the wall. By the path, the raven unearths the hidden key so that Mary and Dickon are able to enter the walled garden to find it overgrown and neglected. Inside the house, she finds that Archibald has a son named Colin, who is crippled and as spoiled as she. Together these three work to make the secret garden their own world.
Genre: Drama, Family
Director(s): Fred M. Wilcox
Production: MGM (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer)
 
IMDB:
7.5
APPROVED
Year:
1949
92 min
661 Views


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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 shant 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 whos 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

It has a hundred rooms . .

and I shall have acres and acres of gardens

and a great many servants

My Uncle is Mr. Archibald Craven

and he has a great deal of money.

Your Uncle's a hunchback!

He is Not!

He is, he is , he is

He isn't he isn't!!

I heard Nurse say so!

I'll cut out your gizzard!

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 Maam

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

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Robert Ardrey

Robert Ardrey (October 16, 1908 – January 14, 1980) was an American playwright, screenwriter and science writer perhaps best known for The Territorial Imperative (1966). After a Broadway and Hollywood career, he returned to his academic training in anthropology and the behavioral sciences in the 1950s.As a playwright and screenwriter Ardrey received many accolades. He was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1937, won the inaugural Sidney Howard Memorial Award in 1940, and in 1966 received an Academy Award nomination for best screenplay for his script for Khartoum. His most famous play, Thunder Rock, is widely considered an international classic.Ardrey's scientific work played a major role in overturning long-standing assumptions in the social sciences. In particular, both African Genesis (1961) and The Territorial Imperative (1966), two of his most widely read works, were instrumental in changing scientific doctrine and increasing public awareness of evolutionary science. His work was so popular that many prominent scientists cite it as inspiring them to enter their fields. more…

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