Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 12 - Episode #1.12 - full transcript
Amelia chairs her shareholders' meeting, unhappy that Jaggers warns her against encouraging Compeyson and unaware that she is not the only woman in Compeyson's life as she accepts his marriage proposal. Bucket discovers that Fagin met with Marley in the warehouse on the night of the murder though Fagin claims that, as Marley's business partner, he would lose, rather than gain from his death. Peter Cratchit meanwhile continues his friendship with Little Nell and gives his mother financial support for treating Tim's illness.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
VENDOR: Lemons and oranges.
Penny a lot. Fine...
When was this decision reached?
Mr Jaggers, we simply have two
additional attendees at our meeting.
A meeting of the utmost importance.
All the shareholders in one room.
We can't afford to take risks.
Your brother's recent behaviour,
for example.
He is very sorry.
I feel this could be a fresh start
for both of us.
Arthur, as a shareholder himself,
has every right to be there.
And this Mr Compeyson...
What's his interest?
He may invest.
Besides, Mr Compeyson
has become a good friend to Arthur.
I thought his presence
would be a calming influence.
It was your suggestion?
Of course.
Mr Jaggers, I don't understand
your objection.
I'm merely questioning. I'm...
I'm urging you not to consign
your trust too quickly. That's all.
I came to see you ahead
of the meeting as a matter of courtesy,
not to seek your counsel.
Comb your hair at least.
Today the tide turns, Havisham.
COMPEYSON: I can't wait to see
how the shareholders
take to a woman at the helm.
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Thank you for your company,
Sir Leicester.
A very pleasant start
to the day's work.
SIR LEICESTER: No. Not at all.
Soon, you might be free
to spend your days
as you wish.
(HONORIA GIGGLES)
(DOOR CHIME JINGLING)
(COINS JINGLING)
- Hello, Peter.
- Nell.
Happy birthday.
You remembered?
Of course.
Can I call on you this evening?
MRS BUMBLE: Hello, Mrs Gamp,
at long last.
Very agreeable, dearie, I'm sure.
But I have to confess that not even
the promise of a servant
could tempt me to the Midlands.
I was not of the notion that you'd
ever even visited Staffordshire.
For the reasoning,
that it is rampant with cracksmen,
oysters and dippers.
I'd rather a few petty criminals
than a murderer on the loose.
Mr Gradgrind was practically
begging, wasn't he?
(MR BUMBLE GRUNTING APPRECIATIVELY)
Such desperation from a man
of his standing.
We are still waiting
for an official offer to be made.
Strictly a formality.
MRS GAMP: Oh, well, I must be on me way.
- Provisions for Mr Wegg.
- Oh.
Lord alone knows
what he'd do without me.
He's a very needy gentleman.
In truth, it's a strain
to parry his advances.
Yet so adept at disguising
his affections.
Documents, clothing, weapons...
Anything that could link
Fagin to Marley.
I want Crouch's warehouse
scoured from floor to rafters.
We must make ourselves indispensable.
Leave all the talking to me.
Well, how am I to become indispensable
if I am to sit the entire meeting out
in complete silence?
(SIGHS) At the moment you can
barely maintain personal hygiene.
I doubt you have the strength of mind
to win back your share of the estate.
Cat got your tongue, has it?
Hello, sir.
Pleased to make your acquaintance.
I am Mrs Compeyson.
Congratulations.
You made it into the society pages.
A night of decadence
at the Havisham ball.
SALLY: I've been struggling
to make ends meet
and you've been living the high life.
Let's take this somewhere
a little more private and I'll explain.
- Oh, look, he's ashamed. Bless him.
- Sally, please.
No, you try getting kicked out
of our home by the landlord,
neighbours all gawping...
My dear fellow,
please go on to our meeting,
and offer my sincere apologies
to Mr Havisham.
(WHISPERS) Think of something.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Don't bother with excuses.
You tell your Mr Havisham
that Meriwether Compeyson is nothing
but a lying little weasel.
One, two, three...
(WHIRRING)
(SIGHS)
BUCKET: Stop him!
Inspector.
An unexpected honour.
So, this is your racket, Fagin.
Oh, a little uncouth, Inspector?
These poor wretches
have been sent to us
with the blessings of their family
or workhouse to be put to good use
in mines overseas.
I see it more as a charity
than a business.
Fine charity that sees children
shivering in a filthy warehouse.
FAGIN: Better than shivering
in the gutter, I'm sure you'll agree.
I'm not an ogre, Inspector.
Allow me to be the judge of that.
(IRONS CLINKING)
With all your good sense
you must surely know
you have no cause to arrest me.
(WATER DRIPPING)
(COUGHS)
Don't worry. You're not in trouble.
You've been here long?
Days? Weeks?
BUCKET: Weeks.
How would you like it
if I took you for a nice currant pie?
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Friend?
His oldest and dearest,
completely without warning.
How awful.
He's gone to pay his respects
to the family,
but hopes to join us shortly.
Oh, there are far more important things
than this meeting.
Are you still attending?
Arthur, please don't burden yourself
with obligation.
I won't embarrass you, Amelia.
Is there a problem?
Mr Compeyson is running slightly late.
- Perhaps we could wait a few minutes?
- No, no, no.
We can't delay any longer.
It's for one evening only.
Tomorrow I'll settle with the bailiffs
and you'll be back at home.
Now...
I have business to attend to.
Weeks gone by and no word.
Is that all I deserve?
We can talk on my return.
We talk now.
I shan't think twice
about following you there.
Telling your business associates
the truth...
About who they're dealing with.
Lock me in, I'll climb out the window.
(GASPS)
Apologies, gentlemen, for the delay.
And a very warm welcome.
May I begin by offering
my sincere thanks to all of you,
for helping to build
the Havisham brewery
into the empire we so proudly
represent today.
ALL: Hear, hear!
Of course a great empire
requires great leadership.
(MEN MUTTERING)
And I think we will agree there was none
greater than my dear father.
ALL: Hear, hear!
MAN: Hear, hear.
But...
This is a new era.
And today I would like to propose
some changes.
(MEN CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Do you think I enjoy being away
for weeks on end?
Everything I do is for us
to keep a roof over our head.
(SCOFFS) That's a fine job you're doing.
We don't even have a roof any more.
Oh, for heaven's sake let me go,
so I can put this right.
What are you up to?
The details are irrelevant.
All you need to know is
we stand to make a fortune.
Go then.
- Before I change my mind.
- (CHUCKLES)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
AMELIA: Initial outlay aside,
to move the malt house
onto the brewery site,
would remove transport costs...
Miss Havisham...
The malt house poses
a significant fire hazard.
I commend your prudence,
but it would be of little concern
if the entire brewery
was razed to the ground.
- Thank you, Mr Norton.
- (MEN MUTTERING)
That actually brings me
to the next point on my agenda.
I assume you're familiar
with the new trend of jack arching.
As used on the new
Perkins Brewhouse at Southwark.
This is the practice of using steel,
rather than timber beams
on concrete ceilings,
for fireproofing and longevity.
Let me explain in more detail.
Your parents, God rest their souls,
would be very proud
to see what fine manners you have.
So...
Mr Fagin...
Is he there much, at the warehouse?
Not all the time.
Mostly he leaves the bigger boys
to watch us.
Ever seen anyone else with him?
A gentleman?
There was another gentleman once.
What did he look like?
He was a big man, straggly hair
tied up in a ponytail with black ribbon.
How many times did you see him?
Only one time, sir.
The day after I got took
to where you found me.
Are you sure of that?
Him and Mr Fagin were shouting
at each other.
(WRITING)
(MEN CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Show of hands then, gentlemen.
(MEN CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Any questions or concerns,
please don't hesitate to raise them.
Then I think we should
bring this meeting to a close.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Well done.
Miss Havisham...
Please forgive me.
Your poor friend.
What a dreadful shock.
Yes, yes. It was, uh...
Very unexpected.
JAGGERS: Impressive, Miss Havisham.
Yes, you were, Amelia.
Now Mr Norton is keen to speak with you.
Mr Compeyson, I apologise. Excuse me.
What happened to delaying it?
As you constantly remind me,
Amelia won't listen to me.
After her triumph today
I doubt she'll seek
anyone's counsel again.
Perhaps it's time to face facts.
Your plan is failing.
You'll have to find
alternative accommodation this evening.
You can't keep me from my own lodgings.
(DOOR CLOSES)
"Beware the fury of a patient man."
Have you ever heard that phrase, Fagin?
Can't say I have, no.
My dear old father used to say it to me
when I was a boy.
I would tell you some of the things
my father used to say to me, Inspector,
but I don't remember.
He abandoned me before I could walk.
And here you are treating
defenceless orphans like cattle.
Ah, yes. And here you are coming
to the rescue of those poor mites.
That what you tell yourself
when you warm your hands on coal
mined by those very same children?
Or perhaps as you button
your crisp cotton shirt,
milled by tiny fingers.
This is an injustice.
You are holding an innocent man
without cause.
How did Jacob Marley react
when he discovered
you were running your sordid little
business from his empty warehouse?
I imagine he was angry.
I imagine you argued.
I imagine things turned rather nasty.
You and your imagination.
Why do you think Mr Marley bought
Crouch's warehouse in the first place?
The business was his idea.
We were partners.
Why have you never
mentioned this till now?
You never asked.
The business is legal.
Murder, on the other hand, is not.
And what would be my motive?
You wanted Marley's share
of the profits.
On the contrary, he left numerous
invoices and no means of payment.
His death has been most inconvenient.
No matter how much you want it
to be true, Inspector Bucket...
I did not kill Jacob Marley.
BUCKET: Did you know
what Marley was using it for?
JAGGERS: It's not of my concern,
Inspector.
I oversaw the business, that's all.
It can't be legal, can it?
Shipping starving children
across the world.
And there's nothing I can do to stop it.
It is entirely within the law.
Perhaps that's where you and I differ.
I'm more concerned with justice.
(CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
(COINS CLINKING)
(EMILY SOBBING)
(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SOBS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(EMILY SNIFFLES)
There was I, enjoying a moment's peace.
What's the matter, Ma?
(SNIFFLES)
Tim needs a doctor.
We can't afford it.
I'd give me life for the lot of you
and I can't get me hands
on a few extra shillings.
(COINS CLINK)
Been saving.
It ain't much but it should help.
It's yours. You earned it, you keep it.
And watch my brother go sick!
(SOBBING)
I ain't meant to make you upset, Mum.
You ain't made me upset.
You made me proud.
You're a good boy, Peter.
The very best.
(PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hello, Peter.
(DOOR CLOSES)
They're beautiful.
Thank you.
Buy you the crown jewels if I could.
What would I do with them?
For all intents and purposes you are
the boy's legal guardian, Inspector.
If you wouldn't mind signing.
BUCKET: You must look after this boy,
Mrs Bumble.
- (MRS BUMBLE CHUCKLES)
- He needs feeding up.
MRS BUMBLE: Oh, he should
count himself lucky
he's not on the way to the mine
with the rest of them.
And you should count yourself lucky
to have him here at the workhouse.
He's a decent lad.
Treat him with care and respect.
He'll be in the best of hands
during his time with us, Inspector.
My pleasure to meet you, young man.
Mine too, sir.
Thank you.
I will say this.
Manners are important...
But so is speaking up for yourself.
You remember that.
(PATRONS CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Mrs Gamp.
My entire gin stock is gone.
Thirty-seven bottles.
This is theft.
(SLURRING) Oh, my Lord.
Who would do such a thing?
Inspector.
I wish to report a crime.
Sorry, I'm off duty.
MRS GAMP: What is the world coming to?
From now on,
I will watch that cellar door
like a hawk.
You have until tomorrow
to vacate the premises.
I beg your pardon?
I want you gone, Mrs Gamp.
Promise you'll put things right.
I swear it.
(SALLY SIGHS)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(HORSE NEIGHING LOUDLY)
(SIGHS)
I felt dreadful
having to rush away earlier.
Not at all.
I was so nervous about the meeting,
but I surprised myself.
Standing there, addressing the room,
I felt like I was born for it.
How insensitive of me.
You're grieving and here I am,
- talking about my meeting...
- Amelia.
If you grant me a moment
there's something I wish to say.
What is it?
Harsh as it may sound,
my dear friend's demise
has provided me with a vivid clarity...
For all I know,
I may follow him tomorrow.
- Don't say such a thing.
- It's true.
Any of us might. Why deny it?
It's a life of pretence.
And I admit,
I've been pretending to you
since the day we met.
Pretending?
I'm pretending that
I don't love you more
than I've loved another person
in my life.
(GASPS)
I want to walk by your side
for the rest of my days.
Share everything I have with you.
(SIGHS)
Amelia Havisham...
Will you do me the honour
of becoming my wife?
If it's not your wish,
I'll leave this second.
It has nothing to do with my wishes,
but my duty...
Please don't talk to me about duty!
Do you love me?
Very much.
Then that is all that matters.
Life is fleeting, Amelia.
If happiness is within reach,
seize it with both hands.
Then the answer is yes.
- I will marry you.
- (BOTH LAUGH)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
VENDOR: Lemons and oranges.
Penny a lot. Fine...
When was this decision reached?
Mr Jaggers, we simply have two
additional attendees at our meeting.
A meeting of the utmost importance.
All the shareholders in one room.
We can't afford to take risks.
Your brother's recent behaviour,
for example.
He is very sorry.
I feel this could be a fresh start
for both of us.
Arthur, as a shareholder himself,
has every right to be there.
And this Mr Compeyson...
What's his interest?
He may invest.
Besides, Mr Compeyson
has become a good friend to Arthur.
I thought his presence
would be a calming influence.
It was your suggestion?
Of course.
Mr Jaggers, I don't understand
your objection.
I'm merely questioning. I'm...
I'm urging you not to consign
your trust too quickly. That's all.
I came to see you ahead
of the meeting as a matter of courtesy,
not to seek your counsel.
Comb your hair at least.
Today the tide turns, Havisham.
COMPEYSON: I can't wait to see
how the shareholders
take to a woman at the helm.
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Thank you for your company,
Sir Leicester.
A very pleasant start
to the day's work.
SIR LEICESTER: No. Not at all.
Soon, you might be free
to spend your days
as you wish.
(HONORIA GIGGLES)
(DOOR CHIME JINGLING)
(COINS JINGLING)
- Hello, Peter.
- Nell.
Happy birthday.
You remembered?
Of course.
Can I call on you this evening?
MRS BUMBLE: Hello, Mrs Gamp,
at long last.
Very agreeable, dearie, I'm sure.
But I have to confess that not even
the promise of a servant
could tempt me to the Midlands.
I was not of the notion that you'd
ever even visited Staffordshire.
For the reasoning,
that it is rampant with cracksmen,
oysters and dippers.
I'd rather a few petty criminals
than a murderer on the loose.
Mr Gradgrind was practically
begging, wasn't he?
(MR BUMBLE GRUNTING APPRECIATIVELY)
Such desperation from a man
of his standing.
We are still waiting
for an official offer to be made.
Strictly a formality.
MRS GAMP: Oh, well, I must be on me way.
- Provisions for Mr Wegg.
- Oh.
Lord alone knows
what he'd do without me.
He's a very needy gentleman.
In truth, it's a strain
to parry his advances.
Yet so adept at disguising
his affections.
Documents, clothing, weapons...
Anything that could link
Fagin to Marley.
I want Crouch's warehouse
scoured from floor to rafters.
We must make ourselves indispensable.
Leave all the talking to me.
Well, how am I to become indispensable
if I am to sit the entire meeting out
in complete silence?
(SIGHS) At the moment you can
barely maintain personal hygiene.
I doubt you have the strength of mind
to win back your share of the estate.
Cat got your tongue, has it?
Hello, sir.
Pleased to make your acquaintance.
I am Mrs Compeyson.
Congratulations.
You made it into the society pages.
A night of decadence
at the Havisham ball.
SALLY: I've been struggling
to make ends meet
and you've been living the high life.
Let's take this somewhere
a little more private and I'll explain.
- Oh, look, he's ashamed. Bless him.
- Sally, please.
No, you try getting kicked out
of our home by the landlord,
neighbours all gawping...
My dear fellow,
please go on to our meeting,
and offer my sincere apologies
to Mr Havisham.
(WHISPERS) Think of something.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Don't bother with excuses.
You tell your Mr Havisham
that Meriwether Compeyson is nothing
but a lying little weasel.
One, two, three...
(WHIRRING)
(SIGHS)
BUCKET: Stop him!
Inspector.
An unexpected honour.
So, this is your racket, Fagin.
Oh, a little uncouth, Inspector?
These poor wretches
have been sent to us
with the blessings of their family
or workhouse to be put to good use
in mines overseas.
I see it more as a charity
than a business.
Fine charity that sees children
shivering in a filthy warehouse.
FAGIN: Better than shivering
in the gutter, I'm sure you'll agree.
I'm not an ogre, Inspector.
Allow me to be the judge of that.
(IRONS CLINKING)
With all your good sense
you must surely know
you have no cause to arrest me.
(WATER DRIPPING)
(COUGHS)
Don't worry. You're not in trouble.
You've been here long?
Days? Weeks?
BUCKET: Weeks.
How would you like it
if I took you for a nice currant pie?
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Friend?
His oldest and dearest,
completely without warning.
How awful.
He's gone to pay his respects
to the family,
but hopes to join us shortly.
Oh, there are far more important things
than this meeting.
Are you still attending?
Arthur, please don't burden yourself
with obligation.
I won't embarrass you, Amelia.
Is there a problem?
Mr Compeyson is running slightly late.
- Perhaps we could wait a few minutes?
- No, no, no.
We can't delay any longer.
It's for one evening only.
Tomorrow I'll settle with the bailiffs
and you'll be back at home.
Now...
I have business to attend to.
Weeks gone by and no word.
Is that all I deserve?
We can talk on my return.
We talk now.
I shan't think twice
about following you there.
Telling your business associates
the truth...
About who they're dealing with.
Lock me in, I'll climb out the window.
(GASPS)
Apologies, gentlemen, for the delay.
And a very warm welcome.
May I begin by offering
my sincere thanks to all of you,
for helping to build
the Havisham brewery
into the empire we so proudly
represent today.
ALL: Hear, hear!
Of course a great empire
requires great leadership.
(MEN MUTTERING)
And I think we will agree there was none
greater than my dear father.
ALL: Hear, hear!
MAN: Hear, hear.
But...
This is a new era.
And today I would like to propose
some changes.
(MEN CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Do you think I enjoy being away
for weeks on end?
Everything I do is for us
to keep a roof over our head.
(SCOFFS) That's a fine job you're doing.
We don't even have a roof any more.
Oh, for heaven's sake let me go,
so I can put this right.
What are you up to?
The details are irrelevant.
All you need to know is
we stand to make a fortune.
Go then.
- Before I change my mind.
- (CHUCKLES)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
AMELIA: Initial outlay aside,
to move the malt house
onto the brewery site,
would remove transport costs...
Miss Havisham...
The malt house poses
a significant fire hazard.
I commend your prudence,
but it would be of little concern
if the entire brewery
was razed to the ground.
- Thank you, Mr Norton.
- (MEN MUTTERING)
That actually brings me
to the next point on my agenda.
I assume you're familiar
with the new trend of jack arching.
As used on the new
Perkins Brewhouse at Southwark.
This is the practice of using steel,
rather than timber beams
on concrete ceilings,
for fireproofing and longevity.
Let me explain in more detail.
Your parents, God rest their souls,
would be very proud
to see what fine manners you have.
So...
Mr Fagin...
Is he there much, at the warehouse?
Not all the time.
Mostly he leaves the bigger boys
to watch us.
Ever seen anyone else with him?
A gentleman?
There was another gentleman once.
What did he look like?
He was a big man, straggly hair
tied up in a ponytail with black ribbon.
How many times did you see him?
Only one time, sir.
The day after I got took
to where you found me.
Are you sure of that?
Him and Mr Fagin were shouting
at each other.
(WRITING)
(MEN CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Show of hands then, gentlemen.
(MEN CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Any questions or concerns,
please don't hesitate to raise them.
Then I think we should
bring this meeting to a close.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Well done.
Miss Havisham...
Please forgive me.
Your poor friend.
What a dreadful shock.
Yes, yes. It was, uh...
Very unexpected.
JAGGERS: Impressive, Miss Havisham.
Yes, you were, Amelia.
Now Mr Norton is keen to speak with you.
Mr Compeyson, I apologise. Excuse me.
What happened to delaying it?
As you constantly remind me,
Amelia won't listen to me.
After her triumph today
I doubt she'll seek
anyone's counsel again.
Perhaps it's time to face facts.
Your plan is failing.
You'll have to find
alternative accommodation this evening.
You can't keep me from my own lodgings.
(DOOR CLOSES)
"Beware the fury of a patient man."
Have you ever heard that phrase, Fagin?
Can't say I have, no.
My dear old father used to say it to me
when I was a boy.
I would tell you some of the things
my father used to say to me, Inspector,
but I don't remember.
He abandoned me before I could walk.
And here you are treating
defenceless orphans like cattle.
Ah, yes. And here you are coming
to the rescue of those poor mites.
That what you tell yourself
when you warm your hands on coal
mined by those very same children?
Or perhaps as you button
your crisp cotton shirt,
milled by tiny fingers.
This is an injustice.
You are holding an innocent man
without cause.
How did Jacob Marley react
when he discovered
you were running your sordid little
business from his empty warehouse?
I imagine he was angry.
I imagine you argued.
I imagine things turned rather nasty.
You and your imagination.
Why do you think Mr Marley bought
Crouch's warehouse in the first place?
The business was his idea.
We were partners.
Why have you never
mentioned this till now?
You never asked.
The business is legal.
Murder, on the other hand, is not.
And what would be my motive?
You wanted Marley's share
of the profits.
On the contrary, he left numerous
invoices and no means of payment.
His death has been most inconvenient.
No matter how much you want it
to be true, Inspector Bucket...
I did not kill Jacob Marley.
BUCKET: Did you know
what Marley was using it for?
JAGGERS: It's not of my concern,
Inspector.
I oversaw the business, that's all.
It can't be legal, can it?
Shipping starving children
across the world.
And there's nothing I can do to stop it.
It is entirely within the law.
Perhaps that's where you and I differ.
I'm more concerned with justice.
(CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
(COINS CLINKING)
(EMILY SOBBING)
(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SOBS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(EMILY SNIFFLES)
There was I, enjoying a moment's peace.
What's the matter, Ma?
(SNIFFLES)
Tim needs a doctor.
We can't afford it.
I'd give me life for the lot of you
and I can't get me hands
on a few extra shillings.
(COINS CLINK)
Been saving.
It ain't much but it should help.
It's yours. You earned it, you keep it.
And watch my brother go sick!
(SOBBING)
I ain't meant to make you upset, Mum.
You ain't made me upset.
You made me proud.
You're a good boy, Peter.
The very best.
(PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hello, Peter.
(DOOR CLOSES)
They're beautiful.
Thank you.
Buy you the crown jewels if I could.
What would I do with them?
For all intents and purposes you are
the boy's legal guardian, Inspector.
If you wouldn't mind signing.
BUCKET: You must look after this boy,
Mrs Bumble.
- (MRS BUMBLE CHUCKLES)
- He needs feeding up.
MRS BUMBLE: Oh, he should
count himself lucky
he's not on the way to the mine
with the rest of them.
And you should count yourself lucky
to have him here at the workhouse.
He's a decent lad.
Treat him with care and respect.
He'll be in the best of hands
during his time with us, Inspector.
My pleasure to meet you, young man.
Mine too, sir.
Thank you.
I will say this.
Manners are important...
But so is speaking up for yourself.
You remember that.
(PATRONS CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
Mrs Gamp.
My entire gin stock is gone.
Thirty-seven bottles.
This is theft.
(SLURRING) Oh, my Lord.
Who would do such a thing?
Inspector.
I wish to report a crime.
Sorry, I'm off duty.
MRS GAMP: What is the world coming to?
From now on,
I will watch that cellar door
like a hawk.
You have until tomorrow
to vacate the premises.
I beg your pardon?
I want you gone, Mrs Gamp.
Promise you'll put things right.
I swear it.
(SALLY SIGHS)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(HORSE NEIGHING LOUDLY)
(SIGHS)
I felt dreadful
having to rush away earlier.
Not at all.
I was so nervous about the meeting,
but I surprised myself.
Standing there, addressing the room,
I felt like I was born for it.
How insensitive of me.
You're grieving and here I am,
- talking about my meeting...
- Amelia.
If you grant me a moment
there's something I wish to say.
What is it?
Harsh as it may sound,
my dear friend's demise
has provided me with a vivid clarity...
For all I know,
I may follow him tomorrow.
- Don't say such a thing.
- It's true.
Any of us might. Why deny it?
It's a life of pretence.
And I admit,
I've been pretending to you
since the day we met.
Pretending?
I'm pretending that
I don't love you more
than I've loved another person
in my life.
(GASPS)
I want to walk by your side
for the rest of my days.
Share everything I have with you.
(SIGHS)
Amelia Havisham...
Will you do me the honour
of becoming my wife?
If it's not your wish,
I'll leave this second.
It has nothing to do with my wishes,
but my duty...
Please don't talk to me about duty!
Do you love me?
Very much.
Then that is all that matters.
Life is fleeting, Amelia.
If happiness is within reach,
seize it with both hands.
Then the answer is yes.
- I will marry you.
- (BOTH LAUGH)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)