Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 11 - Episode #1.11 - full transcript

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(GASPS)

- COMPEYSON: You're awake!
- (ARTHUR GASPS)

Last night, you were in
no fit state to take this in,

so I will say this now

and I will say it just the once.

If you ever do anything like that again
in front of Amelia, I will kill you.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Yes.



(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Did you sleep?

Not really,
but thank you for staying with me.

Just like when we were children.

(SCOFFS)

You know what you must do, Honoria.

Don't you?

(DOOR OPENING)

AMELIA: I wish there was
something I could do to help.

Absolutely not. I wouldn't dream of it.

You're too proud for
your own good sometimes.

Have you visited him?

Briefly.

AMELIA: And is he well?



As can be expected.

Uh, so, I saw
Mr Compeyson at the house.

Yes, he said.

You seem very close.

Honoria, that's partly why
I've asked to see you.

There's no one else
I can say this to but...

I do believe I have feelings
for Mr Compeyson, strong feelings.

Uh... (LAUGHS)

I thought you found him arrogant.

Unfathomable.

Yes, at first perhaps...

But you should see him
when we're alone together,

hear him...

He's so romantic and kind
and strong and thoughtful.

It sounds like you're smitten.

I never thought
I'd find anyone like him.

I have envied your love
with Captain Hawdon for so long.

Yet, it feels I may be able to match it.

(LAUGHS) Who'd have thought?

(SIGHS)

He ain't been right
for weeks, not really.

Then he said his legs were hurting.

Yeah, nothing I can see,
could be his insides.

What else can we do?

He ain't growing as he should.

It might be his liver or his bones.

Either way, he needs
some decent grub inside him.

Red meat, fruit, cod liver oil.

We give him the best we can.

The others have been all right.

MRS GAMP: Yeah, that's it
with little 'uns, innit?

They're all different.

I know a doctor at the union.
I'll have a talk with him

and see if there's
anything else can be done.

EMILY: Oh, thank you, Sarah.

BOB: Wait, I've got a penny somewhere.

MRS GAMP: No, no, no,
I ain't taking no money from you.

Little drop of gin though,
keep out the cold.

Oh. We don't keep gin in the house.

- Tea?
- Oh, no, no, dear.

Nothing hot this time of day,
not with my disposition.

No, I'll be on me way.

Keep little 'un well wrapped up

and get as much nourishment
as you can into him.

MARTHA: I'll watch him.

MRS GAMP: I'll bid you good day.

- EMILY: Thank you.
- BOB: Thank you. Bye.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

PETER: Was hoping you'd be in.

I called to ask
if you'd like to visit tonight.

My sisters are baking
a cake for Tiny Tim.

A cake?

Sliced ten ways.

Might be better if you ate before.

I'd love to come.

- Good morning, miss.
- Good morning.

I understand you purchase things
in addition to selling them.

Yes, miss.

HONORIA: This was my mother's.

- (LOCK OPENING)
- (DOOR CREAKING)

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

- Honoria!
- (MAN CLEARS THROAT)

(KEYS JANGLING)

I told you not to come to this place.

Well, you also taught me
to be strong-willed

and to think for myself.

You look terrible.

Well, it seems I taught you
to speak your mind too.

Beautiful sweet girl,

what will become of us?

(MR BUMBLE GRUNTING)

MR BUMBLE: The woman is relentless
in the pursuit of advancement,

would that she spent as much
energy in the other areas,

Mr Wegg, if you get my meaning.

Oh, indeed I do, Mr Bumble.

They're a mystery.

It's Nature's cruel joke
to give them a precious gem,

and us a longing for that gem.

And they know that we long for it.

Yet before giving us
the slightest peek of it,

They'd first have us jump through
hoops of flame like circus creatures.

I gave up on 'em
a long time ago, Mr Bumble.

I heard Mrs Gamp was tending
to your needs these days.

Drinking me out of house
and home is what she's doing.

Without benefit?

Without benefit.

She promises much
yet screams blue murder

if I so much as place
a hand on her shoulder.

It's agony, isn't it?

I think they're cruel
by nature, Mr Bumble.

(MR BUMBLE SIGHS)

You look troubled, Mrs Cratchit.

A sick child at home is all,

not the first but hopefully the last.

Thank you.

(SIGHS) Mrs Bucket and I have
not been blessed with children

but I hear they're hardy enough.

Yeah, they are.

How goes your work here, Inspector?

I saw the posters offering a reward.

Not my idea and yet to bear fruit.

My mother used to say,

"If you daub yourself in honey,
you'll have plenty of flies."

Time will tell.

(SOFTLY) As long as you
stay away from my husband.

Am I never to be forgiven?

One day, perhaps.

Bob told me that

you'd taken Mr Marley's ledger
from the counting house,

hoping to find something?

Seemed an obvious place to look.

Though I recall Bob telling me

that not all of Mr Marley's
dealings were written down.

Oh? Did he share any details with you?

There was one, quite recent I think...

The purchase of a
warehouse on the docks,

Croucher's, I think it was called.

- Croucher's?
- That's all he knows.

He saw some paperwork regarding it.

When he asked Mr Marley about it,
he snapped at him.

Bob would not like to know I told you.

In confidence?

I have your word?

Yes, you do.

Thank you.

EDWARD: Now, what happened
is quite usual I believe.

They took the few things I had,

a cigar case, my fob chain.

HONORIA: We must tell
someone, report it.

To who?

The guard stood by and watched.

We need to get you out
of this terrible place.

Mr Jaggers came to see me yesterday.

It seems that now
my plight is common knowledge,

more creditors
are coming forward to claim.

What started as a debt of hundreds
of pounds now runs into thousands.

I fear there's no way back.

That explains why he wasn't
very helpful when I visited him.

You went to see him?

I've been to see everyone.
No one would help.

You're such a good girl, Honoria,
but there's nothing to be done.

- We're ruined.
- Don't say that!

How can I pretend otherwise?

There's no way I can pay them back

and even if I work in here,
I could never earn enough.

I shan't give up.

When mother was ill,
she made me promise to look after you.

How can I do that if you're in here?

You and Frances must turn
your attention to yourselves.

You think only of that!

(MAN SHOUTING)

(GROANING AND GRUNTING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

FRANCES: You're back.
I was starting to become concerned.

I'm fine.

(CLEARS THROAT) Could you send
a message to Sir Leicester Dedlock?

Tell him I'd be happy to
receive him at his convenience.

Marley invested in
many properties, Inspector.

I want details of them all...

But for now,

the warehouse on the
dockside will suffice.

Crouchers, it's here.

An empty warehouse.

Empty for some time, it seems.

Used to store timber until its
tenants went out of business.

And Marley snapped it up cheap?

Can't imagine why else he would buy it.

It's still empty?

As far as I'm aware, there were
no tenancy papers drawn up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

BILL: You've named your price, Fagin.

Can't go back on it now.

I'm a man of my word.

You can't put the price up, neither.

You misunderstand me, Bill.

Nothing would make me happier
than you coming to me

with L50 squeezed tight in one
of them big ham fists of yours.

Of course, by the time you have it,

you'll be of an age
when you might need Dodger

to wheel you around in a barrow.

- Hmm.
- (FAGIN LAUGHS)

BILL: You wait and see, Fagin.

See who's laughing then.

Oh, you're an entertainment, Bill.
I give you that.

Nancy know about all this, does she?

She knows.

And she's happy about it?

Why shouldn't she be?

No reason.

Give her something to look forward to.

You all old and wrinkled,

her pushing you around in a barrow.

(LAUGHING) Oh, Bill! Bill...

Where... Where's your sense
of humour? (LAUGHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Bumble!

(PANTING) Bumble.

Bumble!

Just studying the
vacant situations, my love.

No need, Bumble, no need. Look!

It's from the trustees.

There's a new vacancy in
Staffordshire, a new workhouse

with a house, detached, away
from the stench, and a maid,

Bumble!

A maid, our own maid,

and a fifty percent salary increase,
that's half as much again.

And a maid!

Bumble! Oh...

My heart beats fit to burst.

It seems Mr Gradgrind
put our name forward.

I knew it!

The moment he asked for second
helpings of my spotted dick pudding.

- (LAUGHING)
- Oh, we are on the way up.

(BREATH TREMBLING) Bumble,

we are moving up!

(WATER SPLASHING)

COMPEYSON: How's your back?

Why should you care?

You must see what
you did was unforgivable.

You beat me.

And for that I apologise.

But you know my temper
better than most, Arthur,

and you gave me good reason to lose it.

This morning you threatened my life.

Yes.

And I have given it
much thought since.

I am here to offer my hand.

To put it behind us.

The truth is I don't know
what you're up to any more.

I'm trying to undo the wrong you
have suffered, as you asked me to.

I asked you to gain
my sister's confidence,

to convince her to renounce
Father's will or at the very least,

to better my terms.

Which is what I'm doing.

Then why does it feel as though you
are becoming master of Satis House?

Not I?

Everything I do, I do it for you
and I do it because of our friendship.

(SCOFFS)

You made me angry simply because
in a single act of drunken madness,

you very nearly ruined everything
we've been working towards.

To put you back in your rightful place

as master of Satis House,
and of the Havisham estate.

We started this journey
together, Arthur.

Let's finish it together.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I can see you in red.

- Let me buy it for you.
- (CHUCKLES)

Little daring, don't you think?

Very well.

I dare you.

(DOOR OPENS)
(BELL JINGLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- SCROOGE: Ah, Mr Havisham?
- Not now, Mr Scrooge.

SCROOGE: I'm sorry to disturb you.

Tell me, when would be a good time
to discuss the money you owe?

A month, a year?

Perhaps, you'd like some more
of my money to tide you over.

You will be paid in full.

I hold share certificates
to the Havisham Brewery.

I have no doubt I'll be paid.

I simply wish to discuss the time,
the manner of the repayments.

I'm soon to come into
a substantial amount of money.

- You'll be paid then.
- SCROOGE: Ah.

And when is this windfall
likely to materialize?

- A week or two, perhaps.
- A week.

Any longer I shall increase
your rate of interest

by a further five percent.

Do what you will.

I'll not haggle in the street
with a moneylender.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Forgive me,
but I prefer to speak plainly.

HONORIA: It's always best
to speak one's mind.

SIR LEICESTER: Then I shall.

You know I'm a bachelor?

Yes.

And though I am comfortable
in my own company,

I'm often called dull.

Oh.

LEICESTER: (INHALING)
There are times when I yearn...

For companionship.

And you must know,
although I am a little older...

I am fond of you.

And I of you.

(SIGHS)

MR BUMBLE: Dear Sirs,

A maid, Bumble.

Er, I'm sure there will be
other applicants, my sweet.

Then we shall sweep them aside,

convince the trustees that
you are the man for the job.

Some will be more qualified.

Oh, then we will inspire the board

with the power
of your charisma, your...

Your endeavour, your...

Your inspirational leadership.

- We will?
- Yes, Bumble, we will.

We will press home your ability

to mould those wretched
children to young adults,

ready to take their place in society.

(MR BUMBLE MUTTERS)

We will not be denied, Bumble.

I will have my new house and a maid.

MR BUMBLE: Oh, dear.
(MUTTERS)

"'Tis with..."

Honoria, what's wrong?

Come and sit down.

I'm not sure that I want to sit.

You said you wanted to see me.

I dropped everything to be here
and you act as if I'm a stranger.

I don't mean to...

Tell me.

I cannot see you anymore.

You can't mean that.

We have no future.

Surely, that's as clear
to you as it is to me.

But all the things
we've planned together?

Our whole life mapped out,

marriage, a family,
travelling together?

Plans we've had for a very long time,
yet are no closer to fruition.

When my promotion comes...

I'm sorry but I'm tired of waiting
for a promotion that never comes,

for a life that always begins
tomorrow and never today.

Only a week ago,
you insisted that I call

on your father
to seek his approval.

(SIGHS)

That's what this is about, isn't it?

Your father.

- He needs me.
- I need you.

How can you and I not being together
possibly help your father?

Or is it that you've come to
hate me because I don't have

the means or the
influence to help him?

I don't hate you, James.

- How could I?
- Then explain it to me.

I can't.

Please, I beg you,

don't make this more
difficult than it already is.

How could it be?

I'll find some money.

I'll do something, anything.

I will beg, borrow, steal,
sell my soul if I have to

but I can't lose you.

Ask anything of me and
I'll not flinch, but not that.

- Don't ask that of me.
- I have to go.

No, you must tell me
what I've done wrong,

why you're doing this.
Honoria, talk to me!

I can't leave him there!

You aim to find a suitor.

Someone of wealth
and standing to help you.

So, you're leaving me
to become a whore.

(GASPS)

Honoria, I'm sorry!

- (MEN CHATTERING)
- (SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

Thank you, sir.

MRS BUMBLE: Put it in.

(HONORIA SOBBING)

(LAUGHING)

Mmm. Oh!

TIM: Looks tasty!

FRANCES: Honoria?
You must come down.

- Later.
- No, now.

(SIGHS)

- Sir Leicester?
- Forgive me, Miss Honoria.

Your sister told me of your plight,

I took the liberty
of looking into the matter.

I do hope you won't think badly of me.

Papa! (GASPING)

(SOBBING)

- (SHIP'S HORN BLARING)
- (GASPS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

To be honest, Sir Leicester,

without your intervention,

I fear I may never have
got out of that awful place.

Nonsense, I'm sure
it was just a temporary setback.

I may simply have hastened
the resolution, no more.

We have much to be grateful for, sister.

Sir Leicester has settled
all of Papa's debts.

- We are very grateful.
- That's enough.

I won't hear another word about it.
It's done.

(SOFTLY) Hmm.

And tomorrow, we must
talk about how to get

this business of yours
back on its feet.

Although, there is one matter
we might discuss briefly,

Edward, if you're agreeable.

Of course.

Miss Honoria was kind enough
to receive me today.

We went for a short walk
and took tea together.

- HONORIA: Mmm.
- Oh, I see.

SIR LEICESTER: Chaperoned
by Miss Frances, of course.

Of course.

SIR LEICESTER: I spoke
as plainly as I could of my

fondness for her.

With your permission,
I should like to call on her again.

Honoria?

Don't be shy, sister.

(MUMBLES)

EDWARD: Good.

It is settled.

You have my permission
and indeed my blessing.

- SIR LEICESTER: Excellent.
- Now, where's that port?

Uh, Frances,
there's a bottle in the study.

- Would you be so kind?
- Yes, Father.

- A toast...
- Yes.

EDWARD: To the future.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)