Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 10 - Episode #1.10 - full transcript

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

She actually kissed you?

Mmm.

And trembled as she did so.

Had I been less of a gentleman,

I don't doubt she would've
given herself to me like a street girl.

I would remind you,
she is still my sister.

(SIGHS) Well, if your conscience pricks,

say the word
and I'll tell her the truth.

You could say farewell to sister
and fortune with but a single wave.

(DOOR CLOSING)



HONORIA: Why are they called lawyers?

How can they contend
to represent the law

or justice or even common decency?

Jackals would be a better name!

I take it Mr Jaggers offered no help?

He spoke at length and eloquently,
without saying very much.

His main concern seemed to be
the chances of getting paid

by a man in debtors' prison.

I have written to father's
agents overseas

but even if they can offer help,
it will be months away.

It would seem that our fate
is in our own hands.

- I agree.
- You do?

Yes.

James has offered to escort me
to call upon everyone



that father has done business with.

And that's your solution, is it?
An afternoon with your captain?

Do not try my patience, Frances.
Not today.

I am not in the mood for it!

Father needs our help,

and his cause will not be furthered
by your petty disapprovals.

Would you have me in debtors' prison
with Edward Barbary?

I need to seduce her
to further meld her heart to me.

Where do you suggest I do that,
Beckity's oyster shop?

No.

Then, do as I ask.

I've already borrowed against
my share of the brewery.

It's all I have.

And it will continue to be all you
have if we fall at the final hurdle.

Good man.

Another 50 should do it.

Fifty?

Are we nearly done, love,
or should I send for an ass?

Stop complaining, Bumble!

If we're to further your career,
we must make a good impression

and for that, we must have currants!

- Currants, my angel?
- Hmm.

We will have spotted dick pudding.

Oh!

Transparent soup,

pheasant

and spotted dick pudding.

Then cheese, Bumble.

We shall have cheese.

- Cheese and smoking bishop.
- Oh!

I will not have Mr Gradgrind
speaking ill of our hospitality.

Heaven forbid!

Ah.

When he leaves us, he will be eager
to tell the trustees

what fine and generous people we are

and how we should be moved up
the professional ladder without delay.

Moved up, Bumble,

to a position that more suits
our sensibilities.

So currants we shall have.

Two handfuls, if you please.

You, er...
(STRAINING) Thank you. Ah! Oh.

(GROANING)

I feel so useless.

There's nothing you could have done.

If I'd been promoted,
then I'd have more money.

- Some influence, perhaps.
- You're always there when I need you.

Just being with you gives me courage.

I'm afraid that courage alone
won't help your father.

You think he'll be sympathetic?

All I can do
is throw myself on his mercy,

hope he finds it in his heart
to reconsider.

MRS GAMP:
Ah, five pound, Fanny!

There's some round here
who'd sell their own mother for that.

Yeah, and then waste it
on a bellyful of gin, no doubt.

How can you can say "waste" and "gin"
in the same sentence?

It has some very
recuperative qualities.

Which I'm sure you'd know about.

Five pound, though, Fanny.

Makes me wish I knew something.

If you ask me, this Inspector Bucket
can't be very good at his job, can he?

Not if he's having to ask us
for our help.

With five pound at stake, Fanny,
we've got to be virulent.

We've got to keep our eyes
to the grindstone.

The murderer
is somewhere here amongst us

and we could be the ones to find him!

Oh!

Reconsider?

You wish me to ignore the fact
that your father is in arrears?

To let him repay the debt
when the mood takes him, is that it?

With respect, sir, that's not what
Ms Barbary suggested.

With respect to you, sir, it's what
she intimates with her plea,

that I should have her father released
before a penny of the debt is repaid.

We will repay your debt
in full, sir, I swear it.

Of course you will.

You know why that is, Miss Barbary?

Because your father's plight
has concentrated your mind to it.

You were not here yesterday to assure
me that the debt shall be paid in full.

Yet here you are today.

Have you no heart, Mr Scrooge?

Allow me to ask you
the same question, Miss.

It seems to me you'd be content
to see me out of business,

to see Bob Cratchit here
out of paid employment.

How many children do you have, Cratchit?

Uh, six, sir.

Three boys, three girls.
Seven if you count my new son-in-law.

Seven!

Seven mouths to feed.

Yet Miss Barbary here would
see you all in the workhouse.

You do me a disservice, sir!

I've simply pointed out a possible
outcome of what you propose.

If you do not wish to hear it,
I suggest you leave us to our work.

Come, James.

He will not listen.

HONORIA: Good day, Mr Scrooge.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

If they're here begging for clemency,

they clearly have no funds
to pay the debt.

Contact the bailiff,
have their possessions valued at once.

Stop dawdling, Bumble!

There's a meal to prepare!

And then I need to make myself
look beautiful!

Then time is indeed of the essence,
my dearest honeypot.

MAID: Come in, Mr Compeyson.

Mr Compeyson, Miss.

- Mr Compeyson.
- Miss Havisham.

Forgive me.

Though I admit spending
most of the night awake

thinking of seeing you again,
I didn't envisage myself

being quite so forward.

You have nothing to apologise for.

- I was presumptuous.
- No.

The truth is I too have spent
most of the night awake

thinking about seeing you again.

ARTHUR: They're of the highest quality.

They are indeed, Mr Havisham, sir.

- So you'll buy them?
- Well, there's my dilemma, you see.

Because while there's no doubt
as to their quality,

there is some doubt about
who I could sell them to.

I was told you'd buy such items.

Ordinarily, that would be the case

but I don't have that many gentlemen

such as yourself banging on my door,

demanding to see my stock
of gold cufflinks.

- And the hip flask?
- Same thing, my dear.

Can't remember ever selling
a hip flask for more than a shilling.

And even then, I had to give
generous payment terms.

The ring I could melt down and

not wanting to offer you offence,
offer you scrap value.

(BANGING TABLE) Damn your eyes!

Just give me a price.

For the flask, the ring
and the gold cufflinks, 10 pound.

(SCOFFS)

I know, Mr Havisham, sir,
it's an insult.

A downright liberty, a travesty.

And I'm ashamed such a figure
had to pass my lips as it did,

but I can only buy

with one eye on the sale.

I've had a very difficult morning.

I've had a pregnant whore
in Lillibon Lane,

whooping cough at the sponging house
and a poorly Cratchit.

- Which one?
- Young Timothy.

Always been the runt of the litter.
Needs some goodness inside him.

And as I always says, you gets out
of your body what you puts in.

- Ah.
- Course, it didn't help

that I didn't hardly sleep a wink
last night.

Nightmares overtook me.

A huge, leering, one-legged beast

trying to have his way with me.

Forcing himself on me,
intent on ravaging me.

Stealing my innocence.

- Your innocence?
- Yes.

I'd have thought
that carriage had already left.

I could still call the constable
if I was so disposed, you know.

Brandy.

Pleasure doing business
with you, my dear.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I never thought I'd ever have another
man in my life after father died.

I found it unthinkable.

It seemed disloyal somehow.
Is that strange?

No.

Simply a testament
to how much you loved him.

It was as though the world
lost its last good man.

And now?

And now there is you,
Mr Meriwether Compeyson.

You've shown me only kindness
since the second we met

and yet never asked
for anything in return.

Well, I've been skittish at best.

- Truculent, even.
- (CHUCKLES)

I admit I don't quite know
why you maintained your interest in me.

Because beneath all that
stiff and shiny Havisham veneer,

I saw something else.

What?

A little girl.

Frightened and alone,
trying to make father proud.

You're not alone any more.

No.

And I'll be happy to help
with the brewery.

- It must be weighing heavily on you.
- Not at all.

The truth is
I think I've come to enjoy it.

Well, even so...

Please.
Consider me an extra pair of hands.

I wouldn't dream of it.

No, the business is my cross to bear.
No one else's.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Landlord!

I'm sure you can
amuse yourself for a few minutes.

- I would rather come with you.
- I'll only be in the garden.

I'm meeting a new head gardener,

so I must be serious
and instruct him properly.

Then why on earth did you hire him?
Shouldn't he already know what to do?

Stop being so difficult.

I'll have cook prepare
some lunch for when I'm back.

(COMPEYSON SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(BELL RINGING)

Pardon me, sir, but Miss Barbary
is here to see Miss Havisham.

She's in the garden
and left word not to be disturbed.

Sir.

Oh! No, wait.

Show Miss Barbary in.

- Miss Barbary.
- Mr Compeyson.

I was visiting Amelia but she
was called to attend to a staff matter.

We can wait for her together.

Can I call for some tea, perhaps?

Oh, no, thank you.

(SIGHS) I heard about your father.

I'm sorry.
It must be a terrible time for you.

People are such gossips.
I'm afraid it's common knowledge.

I find it surprising

others take such interest
in our misfortune.

Indeed!

Can I say

how impressed I am by the
strength of your friendship to Amelia?

- Your loyalty.
- Well, she's very dear to me.

Indeed.

And forgive me for saying,
but some in your position

may have abused that friendship
and you have not.

I know she's thankful for that.

- I'm not sure I understand.
- Put simply, um,

you could have used
your friendship with Amelia

to ask her for money
to settle your father's debts,

breaking her heart in the process.

I know she values your friendship

because you see her for who she is,

not simply a stepping stone
to the Havisham fortune.

Yes, of course.

A true friend.

I, um...

- I think I'll call another time.
- But you only just got here.

Uh, yes, but I've just remembered I...

have something, um...

Please give Amelia my love.
Tell her I'm sorry I missed her.

- Any other message?
- Um...

No. Thank you.

Good day.

- Mary said Honoria was here.
- Yes.

She left.

I'm afraid she became a little upset.

You know, her father's
been taken to debtors' prison.

- No.
- Yesterday evening, I believe.

- Well, then, I must help her.
- Exactly what I said.

That all she had to do was ask
and I was certain

you would help her and her family.

Yes, of course.

Which is why, I'm afraid,
she became upset.

I think she felt insulted,

that you offering her money
would destroy your friendship.

Oh.

She was very insistent
and demanded I not mention it again.

She's clearly a very proud,
very independent woman.

- Wants to deal with the matter herself.
- (CHUCKLES)

- That's so silly!
- It is.

But as her friend,

you must respect her wishes.

(SIGHS) You're right.

Of course.

(DOG BARKING)

(HUMMING) Ooh.

- Bumble?
- Er, yes, my love?

- Have you washed?
- Oh!

Washed, powdered, sprayed and combed

to within an inch of me life, dearest.

If I were any cleaner,

you could serve your
pheasant off my bare torso.

Don't be disgusting!

Sorry my love.

- Mmm.
- Decant the wine, Bumble?

Let it breathe.

Go!

If things go well tonight, Bumble,

if Mr Gradgrind agrees to put you
forward for a new position,

then I daresay the very thought
of our new house,

of our improved social standing

might make me so giddy that I weaken.

- I weaken.
- Hmm.

And call for you to visit me
once Mr Gradgrind has left.

Visit you?

Visit me.

Ohh.

Would you like that, Bumble?

Oh, more than you can imagine, my love.

Mmm. Then, on your best behaviour.

Let's ensure that
the evening is a success!

- Mmm...
- The wine, Bumble.

(GRUNTS)

Yes. (CLEARING THROAT)

FRANCES:
If he manages to find any money,

I daresay he'll take it
straight to the card table.

- You know nothing about him.
- I know that he's a wastrel.

A ne'er do well.

How can you say that?

You've spent less than
two hours in his company.

He's the kindest,
sweetest man I've ever known.

There's no substance to him. If you'd
done more to encourage Sir Leicester,

he'd be here now helping
us out of this terrible situation.

I love James.

How can you speak of love
when father is in prison?

For all we know,
surrounded by thieves and murderers!

Stop it.

It cuts you
because you know it's the truth!

That it's within your power
to put an end to father's ordeal

- and yet you choose not to.
- No.

Instead, you sit here waiting
for your ridiculous Captain Hawdon

to bring a few shillings
to bribe a turnkey

and he can't even do that!

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENING)

Good evening, Captain Hawdon.

(DOOR CLOSING)

MR BUMBLE: Mmm. (SLURPING)

I trust the soup was to your liking,
Mr Gradgrind? (CHUCKLES)

Made fresh today as it was

with the finest ingredients

and by the fair hand of Mrs Bumble.

It was hot and not without flavour.

Oh! Did you hear that, my angel?

Hot and not without flavour!
High praise indeed.

We've pheasant to follow, Mr Gradgrind.

Plucked and prepared
according to my mother's recipe.

Soaked first to plump up the breast,

then smeared in butter.

- I think you'll find it very succulent.
- (MR BUMBLE GRUNTING)

- Oh, yes.
- I'll leave you two men to, um,

talk business.

Um, uh...

Open up!

We wish to visit this lady's father.

- What's his name?
- Barbary.

Mr Edward Barbary.

- No visitors.
- Why not?

Fighting.

I have two shillings here
if you let us in to see him.

- Five.
- Two is all I have.

(PATRONS CHATTERING)

# Oh, she'd had quite enough

# Of my nonsense, at the same time
I'd been very bad... #

- Sorry.
- Watch yourself there, sir.

No, Landlord. You watch yourself!

- I'm a Havisham!
- We all know who you are, son.

Good. So you bloody well should.

Steady there, sir.

I am Arthur Havisham!

(DOG BARKING)

(GASPS)

- (GRUNTS)
- What have they done to you?

Honoria, you shouldn't have come here.

Look at you, they've hurt you.

- Who did this?
- Doesn't matter.

There was a disagreement.
It's all over with now.

- You take her away.
- No, no. Please open the gate.

- Let me in for a moment, please.
- Take her away from here.

Papa, we will get you out of here.
I promise.

Take me back.

No, he's only just got here!

(WHIMPERING) I'm so sorry.

Let's go.

Was that not the finest
spotted dick pudding

ever to grace a table
in the civilised world? (LAUGHING)

It wasn't unpleasant.

Not unpleasant?
Did you hear that, my love?

Mr Gradgrind heaps more praise upon you.

I'm very grateful.

There's cheese and smoking bishop

when the mood takes you, sir.

(MR BUMBLE CHUCKLES)

So, Mr Gradgrind,

as you know, er, Mrs Bumble and I

are looking for a new position.

Something more befitting
our social aspirations, if you will.

- Indeed.
- The workhouse here is cold and damp

and the children wild.
I fear our being placed here

has been some terrible mistake!

MR BUMBLE: Yet I understand

there are new workhouses being built

in the Midlands?

With houses attached and a maid.

Er, cheese and smoking bishop, you say?

(CHUCKLING)

You worry about me too much
but I am more than capable.

I don't doubt it for a second.

I simply wish to have
a greater understanding

of what keeps the woman I love
so occupied.

To offer my advice from time to time.

I should be happy to have your advice.

- (DOOR OPENING)
- Excellent.

BUTLER: Mr Havisham.
ARTHUR: Out of my way.

BUTLER: One moment, please!

Get out of my way, girl.
This is my house.

- I'm sorry, Miss...
- It's all right, Mary, you may go.

That's right, Mary.
Do as my darling sister says.

You may go. Ah, Compeyson!

Cheers.

You're drunk.

Yes, I am.

I came into some money, you see.

Just like you told me to.

Sold my possessions
to a very unsavoury character.

Even more unsavoury than you.

Ten pounds.

Less.

I had a drink, you see,
but it's all there. You can count it.

I don't understand.
What's he talking about?

I don't think he knows himself.

That's right. Sorry. Secret. Shh!

Arthur, I thought we were
on good terms again. What is this?

I must be such
an embarrassment to you, sister.

The son of a cook.

- No!
- Cook's son and a trollop.

- Quite the pair, aren't we?
- That's enough.

He's drunk.
He doesn't know what he's saying.

Come, Arthur.

Let me take you home.

I live here.

And it'll all be mine again,
won't it, Compeyson?

All mine again.

We're a match for the trollop,
aren't we, Compeyson, you and I?

I'm sorry, Amelia, I can't
let him talk to you like this.

Oh, that's right, old chap.
You tell her.

Oh, please don't hurt him.

(ARTHUR LAUGHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

- Open the gates!
- Easy, old boy.

Wait. Did you get the money?
I brought it.

I'll talk to you later.

(SIGHS)

Poor Arthur.

What's to become of him?

The evening was not disagreeable.

(LAUGHING) Not disagreeable.

Oh, look, sir.

You make Mrs Bumble blush!

And the thing we talked about,
Mr Gradgrind,

the, um, the new position?

Uh, duly noted, Mrs Bumble.

Good evening, Mr Gradgrind!

- Er, good evening.
- (MR BUMBLE LAUGHING)

- (DOOR CLOSING)
- Did you hear that?

We have been duly noted.

- Indeed we have!
- (LAUGHING)

The evening was a success!

Although the exertion of it
has worn me out.

I'll leave the lights to you, Bumble.

(LAUGHING) I shall extinguish them
in quick time, my angel.

And visit you shortly afterwards.

Visit me?

As we discussed, my love.

Oh, not tonight, Bumble. I'm exhausted!

Have you no heart?

(MUMBLES)

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

# Oh, where have you been all the day

# My boy Willie?

# Oh, where have you been all the day?

# Willie, won't you tell me now?

# I've been all the day
courting of a lady gay

# But she is too young
to be taken from her mummy

(SOBBING)

# Oh, can she brew and can she bake

# My boy Willie?

# Oh, can she brew and can she bake?

# Willie, won't you tell me now?

# She can brew and she can bake

# And she can make a wedding cake

Oh, Compeyson.

There you are. (LAUGHING)

# But she is too young
to be taken from her mummy #

(CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

(LAUGHING)

(WHIPPING)

(ARTHUR GASPING)

(SOBBING)