The Secret Garden (1993)

Laura Crossley: Martha

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• Mrs. Medlock : [greeting Lord Craven]  You're home, sir. We weren't expecting you.

  Lord Craven : Here I am. Where is my son?

  Mrs. Medlock : He's in his room, of course, Your Lordship.

  [Martha begins following them to Colin's room] 

  Mrs. Medlock : Would you get back to the kitchen, you impudent girl!

  [Martha walks away] 

  Lord Craven : [they go to Colin's room, he is not there]  Where's my SON?

  Mrs. Medlock : He's here, my Lord. He must be here.

  [she begins searching the room] 

  Lord Craven : [he sees an undraped picture of Lily]  What's happened?

  Mrs. Medlock : [referring to Mary]  It's that child, my Lord. She's created absolute havoc here. I've tried to control her. She must be sent away, my Lord. She'll kill Master Colin... for sure.

  Lord Craven : Take me to her room.

  Mrs. Medlock : [as they head for Mary's room]  She has no regard for his fragile state of health. She does what she pleases.

  [she takes out a key to unlock the door] 

  Lord Craven : You locked her in?

  Mrs. Medlock : I've had to, my Lord. That's how wild she is.

  [they enter the room] 

  Mrs. Medlock : Mary? Your uncle's here.

  [they see Mary's bed is empty, she is missing, too] 

  Martha : [standing at the door]  I beg your pardon, my Lord.

  [he gestures for her to continue] 

  Martha : Perhaps they're in the garden.

  Lord Craven : The garden?

  Mrs. Medlock : [nervous chuckle]  How can they be? It's quite impossible.

  [cut to the three of them, following Craven downstairs with Medlock on the verge of tears] 

  Mrs. Medlock : I've done my best, sir. I really have. But with that child defying me...

  Lord Craven : SILENCE, MEDLOCK! She's just a child. I left YOU in charge.

  Mrs. Medlock : [more tearfully]  I'll resign, sir. I'll leave today.

  [Craven walks off to find the children] 

  Mrs. Medlock : [she breaks down on the staircase, Martha tries to console her]  DON'T!

  [she calms down, Martha hugs her] 

  Mrs. Medlock : [sobbing]  Martha... Martha.

• Mary : You are strange.

  Martha : Hey, I know that!

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

  Mary : My uncle? Mrs. Medlock said he wouldn't want to see me.

  Martha : [smiling]  Ahhh, but he does!

• Martha : Now, what would you like to wear? Black, black, or black?

  Mary : Are you blind? They're all black. And I *won't* be laughed at, servant.

  Martha : My name's Martha.

  [she begins to start slipping a black dress on Mary, but she backs away] 

  Martha : I won't tickle you. I promise.

  [pause as Martha dresses Mary] 

  Martha : What do they wear in India? When I heard you was coming from there, I thought you'd be a native.

  Mary : [furious]  A what? You thought I was a what?

  [repeatedly shoves Martha] 

  Mary : You - you - you daughter of a pig!

  [starts throwing a tantrum by grunting and hitting her hands flat against the walls] 

  Martha : You needn't be like that. I've nothing against natives. As mother says, all of us are family. I've never seen a native. I was pleased to think I was.

  Mary : You don't know anything about anything; none of you know nothing!

• Martha : I've got a present for you. Me mother sent it over.

  [She hands Mary a skipping rope] 

  Mary : What's it for?

  Martha : You've got tigers and elephants in India, but have you not got skipping ropes?

• Mary : Are you my servant?

  Martha : I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant, and she's Lord Craven's, but I will be doing some upstairs housekeeping and waiting on you a bit.

  Mary : Waiting on me makes you my servant, then.