Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 16 - Episode #1.16 - full transcript
Honoria goes into labour, sending Frances to fetch Hawdon but he is drowning his sorrows and refuses to acknowledge France's note. Frances explains to her sister why she is jealous of her and why she steered her towards Sir Leicester. She delivers Honoria's baby for her but then tells her a lie. Meanwhile Amelia, aware of Compeyson's deception, ends their engagement.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(HONORIA GROANING)
(PANTING)
It can't come now.
It can't come now. It's not ready.
It's not ready.
It's not time. (MOANS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What on earth are you doing? This is not
the time to be rearranging ornaments.
Look at the rug.
It's soaked, and it's Persian!
Oh, God.
(RETCHING)
You must have eaten something bad.
I'm having the baby, Frances.
It's coming now.
I have to get upstairs. I have to get
everything off. Everything.
- I'll fetch help!
- Ah, I can't get upstairs.
Frances!
(WHIMPERING)
(GROANS)
FRANCES: I'm sure it isn't coming now.
I'm thirsty. I'm so thirsty.
FRANCES: This is just a false alarm.
I'm sure this is quite normal.
Everything off. Everything off.
Ah, the buttons, Frances,
the buttons.
Corset. Frances, the corset.
I'm trying. I'm going as fast as I can.
Stop shouting at me.
(PANTING)
Oh, it's stopped. It's stopped.
There. What did I tell you?
Quite normal.
Your corset was just too tight.
"I'm having the baby."
Always so melodramatic, Honoria.
It was just your corset.
You can't can't even look at it.
That's your niece or nephew in here.
- A part of you.
- It is no part of me.
Your appearance is of someone
quite mad, you know?
I don't care.
You might not.
But I do.
Please, can you help me
with my boots?
I can't bend down.
If I could, I wouldn't ask you.
That's quite enough
nonsense for one night.
I'm only relieved Papa isn't here.
I assume you can manage
your own now.
- I am so very thirsty.
- I'll fetch you some milk.
And then, I suppose I'd better
clear up after you.
Of course, the one day Rose is away
is the day you choose to wreak havoc.
- The hallway is at disgrace.
- I'm sorry.
- Yes. You are always sorry after.
- That is the point of sorry, Frances.
Who would be sorry before?
And you've done plenty to be sorry about.
Do you want this milk?
Because if you speak to me like that,
I shan't fetch it for you
and you'll be thirsty.
- Well?
- Yes, I want the milk.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Bring me the bottle.
Daisy?
There is some good news for you, Bill.
Inspector Bucket is to be sent home.
Won't be breathing down your neck
no more.
So much for the new detective, eh?
Mr Wegg.
We're not pals.
Don't talk to me like we're pals.
Of course not, Mr Sikes.
Beggin' your pardon, sir.
See? Don't have to be
all punching and kicking, does it?
Come here!
(LAUGHS)
Tomorrow, when Mr Compeyson calls,
he is not to be allowed into the house.
Tell him he can go back to his lady friend.
He has lied to me, Mary.
Lied.
Say nothing to the others.
Leave me.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(RING CLATTERING ON FLOOR)
(HONORIA SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
Honoria?
I've got your milk.
You said no more nonsense.
It's coming. It's coming.
It wasn't the corset.
It really is the baby.
- But it can't come now.
- I know!
- Why is it coming now?
- I don't know!
I don't know. But something is wrong.
Something is so wrong.
- I'll fetch Mrs Gamp.
- No. No. Not her. I hate her.
- She stinks. She's drunk. Not her!
- Who then?
We don't have enough money for a doctor.
Not until father is home.
- Mrs Gamp is all we can afford.
- James. Send for James.
- Oh, good God, no!
- This is his baby.
His baby. He will come.
He will have enough money for a doctor.
Send for James. Please.
(MOANS)
Yes. I will send for him.
He will bring a doctor.
All will be well. I'll go now.
Stay where you are.
(GASPING)
Hurry!
Hurry.
Boy! Boy!
Take this note to Captain Hawdon!
- I'm away to my bed.
- No.
No, you can't. I mean, you can,
of course you can, but...
After you've taken this note.
Go to the barracks.
No. Not the barracks.
He'll be drinking.
He'll be drinking, of that I'm certain.
Like a petulant boy.
The Three Cripples.
Go to the Three Cripples first,
and if he isn't there,
then go to the barracks.
I'll need a penny, miss.
I don't have a penny.
Captain Hawdon will pay you.
He'll give you a sixpence.
A shiny, silver sixpence.
It's so important. Go.
Run. Run.
(HONORIA MOANING)
Just a minute!
One minute.
Oh!
I'm coming. One minute.
- Did you send for him.
- Yes. What are you doing?
Oh, I don't know. Just feels right.
- What's all that?
- There are always cloths and water.
That much I know. There are always
cloths and water. So I got some.
And an encyclopaedia.
M, for midwifery.
The doctor will need a sensible woman
to assist him.
I am she.
- Do you promise you sent for James?
- I promise.
I want a doctor to come. Even if
I do not want Captain Hawdon.
Do you think he'll come,
after the disagreement?
The disagreement? (SCOFFS)
Oh, Frances! The disagreement?
He'll come.
Despite the disagreement.
Despite you and everything
you've done, he will come.
He loves me, you see.
This is his baby.
- He loves me so much.
- I'm sure you should be in bed.
- Oh, what would you know?
- Lf you aren't in bed
when Captain Hawdon and the doctor
come, they'll see your legs.
Captain Hawdon has seen
more than my legs.
Must you?
And the doctor will see
much more than my legs.
Or do you think he'll magically
discover the baby
under a gooseberry bush?
We don't even have a gooseberry bush.
(LAUGHS WEAKLY)
Oh!
I don't know why I'm laughing.
It hurts so much.
- Oh, it hurts so much.
- Then get to bed.
No. I don't want to be in bed.
This helps.
It helps just to stay like this.
- For a little while at least.
- Shall I leave you?
No, no. No.
You have a rose petal in your hair.
Don't. Don't, it's pretty.
Let it stay. Oh.
(HONORIA SIGHS)
- Do you want the same again?
- Yeah!
NANCY: Oi, Daisy, can I have
the same again?
- Oi, you. Get off me.
- MAN: How are you?
- NANCY: Leave off.
- MAN: Oh, don't be like that!
NANCY: Oi, I said get off!
BILL: Hands off!
My girl!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Captain Hawdon.
From Miss Barbary.
Miss Barbary?
- Sir.
- Or Miss Honoria.
Not the beautiful one.
I know her handwriting.
She said I'd find you here, sir.
She said he'd be certain you'd be
drinking, sir, like a petulant boy.
I'm not angry with you.
What else did she say?
She also said you'd give us
sixpence, sir.
I'm going to give you some advice.
Man-to-man.
I'd rather you
give me the sixpence, sir.
When the woman you love,
when the one who has your heart,
calls for you, you run to her.
As fast as you can,
through fire, through storms.
Run.
But when her sister
demands your presence...
You leave her to sweat.
- She did say that was important, sir.
- Mmm, it'll be insults and threats.
And she'll take herself off to her
narrow bed and sleep the sleep
of the righteous as though she hadn't
tried to destroy everything.
She won't...
She can't part us. Nothing can do that.
Least of all Miss Frances Barbary.
- You have your sixpence. Go.
- Yes, sir.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SCISSORS JANGLING)
- You are very hot.
- No, I'm cold.
This isn't particularly informative.
It doesn't tell you
what to do after the cord is cut.
Just... Just to swaddle the baby
and then hand it to the wet nurse.
We don't have a wet nurse.
We have me.
Captain Hawdon is taking his time.
He will be fetching a doctor.
I wonder what it is.
A little boy or a little girl.
I don't mind, daughter or son.
As long as it's healthy.
- But I wonder what it is.
- It's unwanted.
I want it. James wants it.
Are you so blind, Honoria?
This baby is a scandal.
It is shame. It is disgrace!
It will stain our family name forever.
And it is your doing.
You're wilfulness that has
dragged us all into the mire.
Why do you hate me so much?
- I don't.
- Ever since you came home...
Ever since you came back,
you have hated me.
Hated me, and hated me.
- What did I do?
- Apart from ruin yourself?
No, before this.
You hated me. There is nothing
I could do that was right for you.
Just hating and hating. Why?
You were always preferred.
- What are you talking about?
- Everyone
always preferred you. Loved you most.
- Mama, Father...
- That is not true.
- Yes, it is.
- Frances.
You were engaged. You were going
to be married. You were happy.
You were preferred.
You broke off your engagement
to come back home, to hate me.
To hurt me.
It wasn't I who broke off
the engagement, he did.
- But you said that...
- I know what I said.
I was too sober for him.
Too serious.
He said, "Why can't you
be more like Honoria?
"She is so carefree. So vivacious."
And then just when I thought
that someone preferred me,
just when I thought that
Sir Leicester Dedlock had an interest...
Sir Leicester?
You had hopes there?
Why did you push me to him
if you had hopes?
He didn't want me.
He wanted you.
He was captivated. Entranced.
So you see...
You were always preferred.
Always loved the most.
I loved you most.
No, you didn't.
(SIGHS) I did.
My sister.
My sister. I loved you the most.
If it's a boy...
Thomas Edward.
If it's a girl, Esther Frances.
(SOBS)
You are going to be an aunt, Frances.
This baby is part of you, part of us.
James and I will marry,
because this baby is so wanted.
If it's a girl, Esther Frances.
And you and I start again.
We start again.
And we try...
(SOBBING)
Can't we try?
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
(SCREAMS)
(GASPING)
Where is the doctor?
- Where is James?
- They're coming.
Make it stop. We have to wait.
There is no stopping.
There is no waiting!
I'm scared. Frances, I'm scared.
I'm scared I'm going to die!
I'm scared I'm dying!
Look at me. Look at me.
Now listen, you are not going to die.
I won't let it happen. I simply won't.
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
Oh. It's coming out!
Dear God in Heaven, I can see it!
I can see it!
(SCREAMING)
It's here. It's here.
Is it a boy? No, it's a girl!
It's a girl.
A little girl, Honoria. A little girl!
I want to see her. I want to hold her.
I am nearly done.
I'll wrap her and I'll give her to you.
Oh, you did it. You did it, Honoria!
We did it.
And it was
simply rather miraculous!
Frances, what is it?
What's wrong?
Frances?
No.
No.
- No, no, no.
- Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't.
Oh!
She is so tiny.
She is so beautiful.
Oh, she is perfect.
She is cold.
- She's cold, she's so cold.
- No, no, no.
Don't. You'll make it
worse for yourself.
- She's cold!
- I'll take her away.
Esther, I'm sorry!
(SOBBING) I'm sorry!
(GASPS) I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
(SOBBING)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(BELL CLANGING)
Get to your beds,
you horrible drunkards!
(SNORING)
What are we going to do?
We can't have a funeral.
She won't even have a proper grave.
Where will she go?
I'll deal with that.
Not now, but tomorrow.
- I'll make arrangements.
- Will you say prayers for her?
- Can she have flowers?
- Yes.
Of course.
I want her to know she was loved.
Esther Frances.
She was really loved.
I brought this on myself.
This is my ruin.
That's why she died. It's my fault.
It was too soon for her.
It was just too early.
You were right.
You've always been right.
I see that now.
I was dancing through life.
It stops now.
Frances?
He didn't come.
He didn't come to us
as he always promised he would.
- He didn't come.
- No.
(CLOCK TICKING)
(TICKING CONTINUES)
(CLOCK TICKING LOUDLY)
(TICKING STOPS)
(WAILING)
No!
(SOBBING)
(BABY CRYING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(BABY CRYING)
(BABY CRYING)
(SHUSHING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(HONORIA GROANING)
(PANTING)
It can't come now.
It can't come now. It's not ready.
It's not ready.
It's not time. (MOANS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What on earth are you doing? This is not
the time to be rearranging ornaments.
Look at the rug.
It's soaked, and it's Persian!
Oh, God.
(RETCHING)
You must have eaten something bad.
I'm having the baby, Frances.
It's coming now.
I have to get upstairs. I have to get
everything off. Everything.
- I'll fetch help!
- Ah, I can't get upstairs.
Frances!
(WHIMPERING)
(GROANS)
FRANCES: I'm sure it isn't coming now.
I'm thirsty. I'm so thirsty.
FRANCES: This is just a false alarm.
I'm sure this is quite normal.
Everything off. Everything off.
Ah, the buttons, Frances,
the buttons.
Corset. Frances, the corset.
I'm trying. I'm going as fast as I can.
Stop shouting at me.
(PANTING)
Oh, it's stopped. It's stopped.
There. What did I tell you?
Quite normal.
Your corset was just too tight.
"I'm having the baby."
Always so melodramatic, Honoria.
It was just your corset.
You can't can't even look at it.
That's your niece or nephew in here.
- A part of you.
- It is no part of me.
Your appearance is of someone
quite mad, you know?
I don't care.
You might not.
But I do.
Please, can you help me
with my boots?
I can't bend down.
If I could, I wouldn't ask you.
That's quite enough
nonsense for one night.
I'm only relieved Papa isn't here.
I assume you can manage
your own now.
- I am so very thirsty.
- I'll fetch you some milk.
And then, I suppose I'd better
clear up after you.
Of course, the one day Rose is away
is the day you choose to wreak havoc.
- The hallway is at disgrace.
- I'm sorry.
- Yes. You are always sorry after.
- That is the point of sorry, Frances.
Who would be sorry before?
And you've done plenty to be sorry about.
Do you want this milk?
Because if you speak to me like that,
I shan't fetch it for you
and you'll be thirsty.
- Well?
- Yes, I want the milk.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Bring me the bottle.
Daisy?
There is some good news for you, Bill.
Inspector Bucket is to be sent home.
Won't be breathing down your neck
no more.
So much for the new detective, eh?
Mr Wegg.
We're not pals.
Don't talk to me like we're pals.
Of course not, Mr Sikes.
Beggin' your pardon, sir.
See? Don't have to be
all punching and kicking, does it?
Come here!
(LAUGHS)
Tomorrow, when Mr Compeyson calls,
he is not to be allowed into the house.
Tell him he can go back to his lady friend.
He has lied to me, Mary.
Lied.
Say nothing to the others.
Leave me.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(RING CLATTERING ON FLOOR)
(HONORIA SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
Honoria?
I've got your milk.
You said no more nonsense.
It's coming. It's coming.
It wasn't the corset.
It really is the baby.
- But it can't come now.
- I know!
- Why is it coming now?
- I don't know!
I don't know. But something is wrong.
Something is so wrong.
- I'll fetch Mrs Gamp.
- No. No. Not her. I hate her.
- She stinks. She's drunk. Not her!
- Who then?
We don't have enough money for a doctor.
Not until father is home.
- Mrs Gamp is all we can afford.
- James. Send for James.
- Oh, good God, no!
- This is his baby.
His baby. He will come.
He will have enough money for a doctor.
Send for James. Please.
(MOANS)
Yes. I will send for him.
He will bring a doctor.
All will be well. I'll go now.
Stay where you are.
(GASPING)
Hurry!
Hurry.
Boy! Boy!
Take this note to Captain Hawdon!
- I'm away to my bed.
- No.
No, you can't. I mean, you can,
of course you can, but...
After you've taken this note.
Go to the barracks.
No. Not the barracks.
He'll be drinking.
He'll be drinking, of that I'm certain.
Like a petulant boy.
The Three Cripples.
Go to the Three Cripples first,
and if he isn't there,
then go to the barracks.
I'll need a penny, miss.
I don't have a penny.
Captain Hawdon will pay you.
He'll give you a sixpence.
A shiny, silver sixpence.
It's so important. Go.
Run. Run.
(HONORIA MOANING)
Just a minute!
One minute.
Oh!
I'm coming. One minute.
- Did you send for him.
- Yes. What are you doing?
Oh, I don't know. Just feels right.
- What's all that?
- There are always cloths and water.
That much I know. There are always
cloths and water. So I got some.
And an encyclopaedia.
M, for midwifery.
The doctor will need a sensible woman
to assist him.
I am she.
- Do you promise you sent for James?
- I promise.
I want a doctor to come. Even if
I do not want Captain Hawdon.
Do you think he'll come,
after the disagreement?
The disagreement? (SCOFFS)
Oh, Frances! The disagreement?
He'll come.
Despite the disagreement.
Despite you and everything
you've done, he will come.
He loves me, you see.
This is his baby.
- He loves me so much.
- I'm sure you should be in bed.
- Oh, what would you know?
- Lf you aren't in bed
when Captain Hawdon and the doctor
come, they'll see your legs.
Captain Hawdon has seen
more than my legs.
Must you?
And the doctor will see
much more than my legs.
Or do you think he'll magically
discover the baby
under a gooseberry bush?
We don't even have a gooseberry bush.
(LAUGHS WEAKLY)
Oh!
I don't know why I'm laughing.
It hurts so much.
- Oh, it hurts so much.
- Then get to bed.
No. I don't want to be in bed.
This helps.
It helps just to stay like this.
- For a little while at least.
- Shall I leave you?
No, no. No.
You have a rose petal in your hair.
Don't. Don't, it's pretty.
Let it stay. Oh.
(HONORIA SIGHS)
- Do you want the same again?
- Yeah!
NANCY: Oi, Daisy, can I have
the same again?
- Oi, you. Get off me.
- MAN: How are you?
- NANCY: Leave off.
- MAN: Oh, don't be like that!
NANCY: Oi, I said get off!
BILL: Hands off!
My girl!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Captain Hawdon.
From Miss Barbary.
Miss Barbary?
- Sir.
- Or Miss Honoria.
Not the beautiful one.
I know her handwriting.
She said I'd find you here, sir.
She said he'd be certain you'd be
drinking, sir, like a petulant boy.
I'm not angry with you.
What else did she say?
She also said you'd give us
sixpence, sir.
I'm going to give you some advice.
Man-to-man.
I'd rather you
give me the sixpence, sir.
When the woman you love,
when the one who has your heart,
calls for you, you run to her.
As fast as you can,
through fire, through storms.
Run.
But when her sister
demands your presence...
You leave her to sweat.
- She did say that was important, sir.
- Mmm, it'll be insults and threats.
And she'll take herself off to her
narrow bed and sleep the sleep
of the righteous as though she hadn't
tried to destroy everything.
She won't...
She can't part us. Nothing can do that.
Least of all Miss Frances Barbary.
- You have your sixpence. Go.
- Yes, sir.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SCISSORS JANGLING)
- You are very hot.
- No, I'm cold.
This isn't particularly informative.
It doesn't tell you
what to do after the cord is cut.
Just... Just to swaddle the baby
and then hand it to the wet nurse.
We don't have a wet nurse.
We have me.
Captain Hawdon is taking his time.
He will be fetching a doctor.
I wonder what it is.
A little boy or a little girl.
I don't mind, daughter or son.
As long as it's healthy.
- But I wonder what it is.
- It's unwanted.
I want it. James wants it.
Are you so blind, Honoria?
This baby is a scandal.
It is shame. It is disgrace!
It will stain our family name forever.
And it is your doing.
You're wilfulness that has
dragged us all into the mire.
Why do you hate me so much?
- I don't.
- Ever since you came home...
Ever since you came back,
you have hated me.
Hated me, and hated me.
- What did I do?
- Apart from ruin yourself?
No, before this.
You hated me. There is nothing
I could do that was right for you.
Just hating and hating. Why?
You were always preferred.
- What are you talking about?
- Everyone
always preferred you. Loved you most.
- Mama, Father...
- That is not true.
- Yes, it is.
- Frances.
You were engaged. You were going
to be married. You were happy.
You were preferred.
You broke off your engagement
to come back home, to hate me.
To hurt me.
It wasn't I who broke off
the engagement, he did.
- But you said that...
- I know what I said.
I was too sober for him.
Too serious.
He said, "Why can't you
be more like Honoria?
"She is so carefree. So vivacious."
And then just when I thought
that someone preferred me,
just when I thought that
Sir Leicester Dedlock had an interest...
Sir Leicester?
You had hopes there?
Why did you push me to him
if you had hopes?
He didn't want me.
He wanted you.
He was captivated. Entranced.
So you see...
You were always preferred.
Always loved the most.
I loved you most.
No, you didn't.
(SIGHS) I did.
My sister.
My sister. I loved you the most.
If it's a boy...
Thomas Edward.
If it's a girl, Esther Frances.
(SOBS)
You are going to be an aunt, Frances.
This baby is part of you, part of us.
James and I will marry,
because this baby is so wanted.
If it's a girl, Esther Frances.
And you and I start again.
We start again.
And we try...
(SOBBING)
Can't we try?
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
(SCREAMS)
(GASPING)
Where is the doctor?
- Where is James?
- They're coming.
Make it stop. We have to wait.
There is no stopping.
There is no waiting!
I'm scared. Frances, I'm scared.
I'm scared I'm going to die!
I'm scared I'm dying!
Look at me. Look at me.
Now listen, you are not going to die.
I won't let it happen. I simply won't.
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
Oh. It's coming out!
Dear God in Heaven, I can see it!
I can see it!
(SCREAMING)
It's here. It's here.
Is it a boy? No, it's a girl!
It's a girl.
A little girl, Honoria. A little girl!
I want to see her. I want to hold her.
I am nearly done.
I'll wrap her and I'll give her to you.
Oh, you did it. You did it, Honoria!
We did it.
And it was
simply rather miraculous!
Frances, what is it?
What's wrong?
Frances?
No.
No.
- No, no, no.
- Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't.
Oh!
She is so tiny.
She is so beautiful.
Oh, she is perfect.
She is cold.
- She's cold, she's so cold.
- No, no, no.
Don't. You'll make it
worse for yourself.
- She's cold!
- I'll take her away.
Esther, I'm sorry!
(SOBBING) I'm sorry!
(GASPS) I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
(SOBBING)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(BELL CLANGING)
Get to your beds,
you horrible drunkards!
(SNORING)
What are we going to do?
We can't have a funeral.
She won't even have a proper grave.
Where will she go?
I'll deal with that.
Not now, but tomorrow.
- I'll make arrangements.
- Will you say prayers for her?
- Can she have flowers?
- Yes.
Of course.
I want her to know she was loved.
Esther Frances.
She was really loved.
I brought this on myself.
This is my ruin.
That's why she died. It's my fault.
It was too soon for her.
It was just too early.
You were right.
You've always been right.
I see that now.
I was dancing through life.
It stops now.
Frances?
He didn't come.
He didn't come to us
as he always promised he would.
- He didn't come.
- No.
(CLOCK TICKING)
(TICKING CONTINUES)
(CLOCK TICKING LOUDLY)
(TICKING STOPS)
(WAILING)
No!
(SOBBING)
(BABY CRYING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(BABY CRYING)
(BABY CRYING)
(SHUSHING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)