Martha... Martha

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 see's 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 lock 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