Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 20 - Episode #1.20 - full transcript

Oh...

Morning, ladies.

- Ain't you never wanted to
get married, Fan?
- Whatever for?

To have a man about the house.

There's nothing a man can do
I can't.

Oh, what about someone to smuggle up
to at night, eh? Warm your feet on?

I got a blanket for that.

You can't get romantic with
a blanket.

I don't want someone slobbering
all over me if that's what you mean.

They don't all slobber.

Oh, never met one yet that didn't.



Breathing all over you,
reeking of ale, making you red raw,

scraping their beards all over you,
and pulling you about.

And all the time, making out
like they're doing you some favour!

Well, it don't sound very appetising
when you put it like that.

There's only thing
men are good for

and that's fighting,

if there's a war on.

Thins 'em out, as well,
so you don't get pestered so much.

Do you get pestered a lot,
then, Fanny?

I've never been so mortified!

He was like a wild animal,

standing there with his bowl!

It's simply a testament

to the excellent nature of your
stew, my love.



I should never have given them
them dumplings.

It was a step too far, Bumble!

We have been thwarted
by an act of kindness!

Yes, my cherry biscuit,

though perhaps your reward
shall be in Heaven.

No, it will not, Bumble.
- Oh...

I have no intention
of waiting that long.

I will have you back
at the business in hand.

Today, sir!

Raise me up, Bumble, do you hear me?

Raise me up!

Raise me up!

Come straight home tonight.

- Martha and John are coming for tea.
- Ah, that'll be a treat.

They're bringing a chicken, so I'll
get some vegetables on the way home.

What's the occasion?

Nothing.

Oh, right.

See you this evening.

Just our anniversary...

Cratchit!

Go away.

Didn't you hear me?

It's your sister's wedding day,
Arthur.

You think I don't know that?

Despite your reservations
about her choice of husband,

this is still a Havisham wedding.

Your father would expect you
to walk Amelia into church.

An honour that now falls to an uncle
she hasn't seen in ten years.

If she's stupid enough
to marry that man,

then she has exactly what
she deserves.

I'm not here to scold you,
or to hold you to account.

What, then?

I'd simply hoped to persuade you
to be at your sister's side,

as your father would have wanted and
for the good of the Havisham name.

I can see I am wasting my time.

You know, Arthur, I've never thought
to discuss this with you before,

simply because...

to do so would somehow
defeat the object.

But don't you see?

What your father did, the provision
he made for you in his will...

It wasn't a reflection
of his feeling for you.

It wasn't a punishment.

It was a call to arms.

A call to his only son to go on
and follow in his footsteps,

to become the man he knew
that you could be.

He himself was a... a self-made man,

he took great pride in being so.

He simply wanted you
to share that same feeling.

He did what he did
because he thought

you were capable of emulating him.

There's no greater compliment
he could have paid you.

No greater love...

...he could have shown.

Oh, come here, darling.

It's not raining, is it?

Please, tell me it's not raining.

- No, Miss.
- You're sure?

As I came in, the sun was peering
through the clouds.

Of course it was.

Thank you, Sarah.

Miss Barbary.

- You're here!
- How could I not be?

Thank you.

But do you love him?

I'm fond of him.

And as Lady Dedlock, I can do much
to help the family,

restore Father's standing,
help Frances's social position.

And James Hawdon?

Captain Hawdon was a few
months of madness,

nothing more.

The impetuousness of youth.

You seem different.

Do I?

You're my best friend in the world.

I want you to be as happy as I am.

- Sir Leicester and
I will build a good life.
- I hope so.

And are you happy?

I have never known
a feeling like it,

to know
I am to be Meriwether's wife.

That I will be loved, cherished.

It's no less than you deserve.

My mother's.

I've thought about her a lot
since Father died,

it's been such a worry,
doing everything on my own.

Dealing with the brewery,
Satis House...

and Arthur.

But now I'll have a husband.

To wake up every morning
and know that I'm not alone,

that whatever the day brings,
good or bad, will be shared.

Begging your pardon, miss,
but we should start dressing you.

Yes, we should!

'Fagin!'

You and me ain't got
no cause for hard feelings.

Bill paid you off fair and square.
As for where he got the money,

well, that's between you and him,
it ain't nothing to do with me.

He paid me with my own money, Nancy!

There are lines
that shouldn't be crossed.

Bill Sikes, I can understand,

I wouldn't have expected any
different,

when the cat's away
the mice will play! But...

...Dodger.

You think it was him what told Bill
where you kept your stash, don't ya?

Only you and Dodger
knew where it was.

Yeah, well, a wild goose
never laid a tame egg,

HE is what YOU made him.

But I've sent word for him to come
back now he ain't wanted

by the coppers any more.
And I want him to be safe.

I mean it, I will not have him hurt.

So, when he's back,
I'll bring him here

and you make your peace with him.
- As though nothing ever happened?!

Come here.

You're an old rogue, Fagin,

but there's a heart in there
somewhere. I know there is.

Well, keep it to yourself, my dear.

A heart is very bad for business.

Go, go!

Mr Havisham and I are old friends.

So, you found my humble abode,
my dear?

How can I help you? Do you have
more items to sell, perhaps?

Oh, no. I'm not here to sell,

I'm here to buy.

Keep going! Keep going.

That's it. Lovely!

Boy!

You know Mr Compeyson? You've seen
him with me in The Three Cripples?

- Yes, sir.
- He'll be at the tailor's.
Find him and give him this.

Tell him it's urgent, that it's
vital he reads it immediately. Go!

A tonic.

Something for the head, sir?

Yes.

This will shift it.

Best to follow it
with a drop of whisky.

Burn off the taste.

Sir?

From Mr Havisham, sir,
said it was urgent.

I couldn't get to you yesterday,
we were rushed off our feet.

An entirely unwelcome predicament
for a one-legged man, I imagine(!)

You're most understanding,
Mr Scrooge(!)

Please don't mention it.

I have simply added a further
tuppence to the debt.

An extra day's interest.

You old skinflint.

Tuppence is tuppence!

I asked for two.

Trust me,
Bill here is all you'll need.

Mr Ebenezer Scrooge.

Mr Fagin.

You know me?

By reputation, sir.

State your purpose.

I was very sad to hear of the demise
of your partner, Jacob Marley -

it must have been very
difficult for you, my dear.
- Must it?

It doubled your burden, did it not?

Jacob's death was an inconvenience.

Ah, an inconvenience...

But, as men of commerce,

we should know that adversity
sometimes offers opportunity.

You speak in riddles, sir.
I have business to attend to.

Then I will come to the point.

You are now left to manage your
business, alone.

What of it?

I have recently lost
some of my capital

and am pondering the wisdom
of having all my eggs in one basket,

as I'm sure you will understand.

So, I have been thinking,

perhaps I could be persuaded

to invest in a new business.

And if it was something already
established, all the better.

You're proposing a partnership?

Scrooge and Fagin.

It has a certain warmth to it,
does it not, my dear?

May I speak plainly?

Please do.

I have recently been relieved
of one partner

and I feel all the better for it.

Now, if I had a desire to
take on another, which I do not,

I doubt that my first choice

would be someone that
I met in an ale house.

Neither would it be someone

who conducts his business
from a sewer,

with a reputation for purchasing
stolen items

from the criminal world.

Is there any part of that which
is unclear, sir?

I'm sensing you need a little more
time to think about it, hmm?

Good day, sir.

Where's Arthur Havisham?

What are you playing at, Arthur?
I'm in no mood for games.

- Nor I.
- So, what's so damn important
you drag me here on my wedding day?

I want you to leave my sister...

...my family, alone.
- Damn your eyes,
I've no time to listen to this.

Yet listen, you will.

It's too late, Arthur,
there's nothing you can do.

And if I need to fight my way
out of here, I will.

Have Mr Compeyson sit down,
would you, Bill?

You see, Compeyson, you forgot
something very important.

That the only thing that kept me
from exposing you was self interest.

A simple equation -
if I exposed you for what you are,

then everyone would understand
my part in it.

But your mistake was taking away
everything I had.

Including hope.

Mr Sikes, you are a regular here at
The Three Cripples, are you not?

- I am.
- Enjoy exchanging stories
over an ale or two, no doubt?

It's been known.

Well, then, I have a tale for you.

When my late father died

and left the Havisham fortune
to my sister and not to me.

I hired Mr Compeyson here
to seduce her,

and in doing so,
to bend her will to mine.

In order that she would
renounce the will

and I be reinstated
as Master of Satis House.

Please feel free to share this
with anyone who will listen.

And so, the secret is no more...

...and our destinies
no longer aligned.

You can't scare me off, Arthur.

Oh, I assure you, that's the very
last thing on my mind.

Then, what do you want?

The only thing I have left of any
value - the love of my sister.

And so, to that end,
I intend to go to Satis House.

Amelia will hear everything.

I will sob at her feet

and beg her forgiveness.

And she WILL believe me.

I guarantee you, once I'm done,

you'll never set foot
in Satis House again.

- All done.
- Hm?

You look wonderful.

- He won't be disappointed?
- Only if he's a fool.

I don't think I've ever seen
anything so beautiful,

Miss Havisham,
not even in the newspapers.

Don't do this... Arthur.

Maybe... it was wrong of me, cutting
you out of things like I did.

It was selfish of me,
I see that now.

But we can go back to how it was.

Just let the wedding go ahead
and we can make a new plan.

You cannot do this to me!

Just think how close you got.

Close enough to smell the money.

It's not just the money...

It's her!

You... You love her, don't you?!

The hunter caught in his own trap!

In this bag
are my 30 pieces of silver.

Every penny we stole from my sister,

I won't have the stench of it
near me a second longer.

I intend to follow in my father's
footsteps,

to begin with nothing.

So, it's yours.

£10,000.

Ah!

How predictable you are.

There's a condition.

- What?
- Well, I knew that to win
back my sister's respect,

she will need to know the truth.

But then, I thought how much better
it would be, coming from you?

No.

Oh, I think you might want to
reconsider. My lawyer will explain.

You have two very clear
choices, Mr Compeyson.

To accept Mr Havisham's
very generous offer

and leave here unharmed
with £10,000.

Or you can reject his offer
and be handed in to the authorities,

where I will use my
not inconsiderable influence

to ensure you are charged with
your crimes and imprisoned for them.

You will write a full confession
to Miss Havisham,

setting out the truth -

the entire truth, the facts.

As cold and as heartless
as they are.

Miss out one word or try to court
her favour or forgiveness in any way

and you will not receive a penny

and I will have you arrested.

Do you understand?

You will then deliver it to
her in person.

What?!

Why would you ask me to do that?
Why would you do that to her?

If I write it all down,
you'll have what you need.

No, we will not have it said
that it was written under duress,

that you were coerced,
that this was somehow false.

She will read it and see
the truth of it in your eyes.

This is not a matter
for negotiation.

- Is the carriage here?
- Yes, miss.

I feel sick.

You'll be fine.
..Martha, a glass of water?

I don't want to be late. Or do I?

You'll be there at the exact moment
you're supposed to be.

- I'll see to it.
- What would I do without you?

You're done.

Ready?

Wait! My shoe...

My stocking's tied
and it's pinching.

Meriwether?!

I'm sorry.

Staff dismissed.

Give it to her.

You must read it now, Sister.

Amelia?

All a lie.

For my money?

Leave us, please!

- I will never leave you alone
with my sister again.
- I don't believe it!

You've made him say these things!

- You forced him.
- Tell her.

Yes, they forced me to come here...

...to write what you hold
in your hand.

But what I've written is the truth.

Sorry.

I've done what you asked,
damn you. Now can I go?

What's that?

The money from the sale of the
brewery shares, I won't take it.

I said he could have it, if he came
here and told you the truth.

- You said you were sorry.
- I am.
- Then show me.

- Leave without the money.
- I will burn the money if I can stay -

for an hour alone with you.
- No.

I will hear her speak!

I am not to be bought!

Get out.

Everything in that letter is true,

it was as cold and as spiteful
as you believe it to be.

Every moment, every second was
contrived, bent to one purpose.

To relieve you
of the Havisham fortune.

I didn't care about you.

Or once think beyond the money.

But these last few weeks,
as I neared what I thought I wanted,

I saw an even greater
prize before me.

I saw you.

And I loved what I saw.

As I stand here now
I... I love you still, I swear it.

You're already married.

It was a marriage of convenience,
nothing more.

I would have freed myself from it.

Fate throws people together
in different ways.

No-one is given a choice of how
that first meeting will be.

A sibling's fury and desire for
vengeance

may not be as palatable
as a chance meeting in the park

or an introduction
through mutual friends.

But until I knew you,
I didn't know you.

Every lie I have ever told you
has become true,

every falsehood is undone,

every promise remade.

Because although it was never
part of my plan,

you have stolen my heart.

And you have broken mine.

Then give me the slightest
glimmer of hope,

and I will stay
and I will repair it.

I love you, Amelia.

And I loved you.

Oh, my sweet Meriwether...

...there are things
that can never be undone.

You have taken all the secret things
about me and tainted them.

You have made them dirty...

...and now, the joy of them
has turned to shame.

You held my head to your chest...

...as I sobbed like a child
because I missed my father.

I cried so hard
I could hardly breathe...

And the rise and fall
of your chest comforted me.

You made me feel an equal.

That we could face
this cruel world together.

You made me trust you.

Made me feel safe in your arms...

...as if nothing bad could ever
happen to me again.

And I gave myself to you.

Which of these can be undone?

All of this, I swear.

You cut too deep.

To think that every moment
I lost myself in you was false.

I looked on you as my life
and you looked on me as your prey!

You have broken me.

So, I want you to go.

To leave me sitting
here amidst my folly,

surrounded by my stupidity
for all the world to see.

For my father to look down on.

Do you think he will be proud?

Amelia...

Please make him go.

Stupid shoe!

I'll have to have it seen to.

Will you look at it for me?

- Yes, of course I will.
- We have time...

Only I...

I don't think I will be getting
married today after all.

Amelia...

I'm so sorry.

It hurts so much,

I fear I shall go mad.

- Let me help you upstairs,
get you out of this dress.
- No.

- Amelia, please, come with me.
- No!

I don't wish to change!

Don't you see? I must wear it
until my heart has healed itself.

Until then, I will wear it to
remind me of my foolishness.

He's gone.

Finally.

You hated me that much?

I never meant for it to go this far,

I swear it.

I was just so angry...

...and I wanted to get back at you.

When he came,
he just twisted everything.

Ah.

You all knew?

Everybody knew.

No. Not until today.

Don't you see? He's gone now.

We can be together again, I can help
you. We can do it together.

Everything together.
As it should be. Hmm?

I'm your brother.

I don't have a brother.

I want everyone to leave.

- Get them out!
- Amelia...
- Get him away from me!

- Amelia?
- Perhaps we should leave her alone.
- Get out!

- Get out!
- Arthur.
- Get out!
- Come on.
- Get out! Get out!

Get out! Get out! Get out!

Nance!

Ah, Dodger!

You all right, darlin'?

What's done is done,
no doubt with bad on both sides.

People like you and me
need to stick together, Dodger,

all we poor have is each other.

We take care of each other because
no-one else will do it for us,

will they, my dear?
- I wouldn't have told 'em
nothing if you hadn't.

I know, my dear,
that's why you're back

in your rightful place at my side.

So, it's done. Hmm? All forgotten?

- It is on my side.
- Then we'll shake on it, my dear.

Now! There's just a little...

Shoo! Get off!

A little bit of business to deal
with while you're here.

What sort of business?

There were others what had their
eye on it, but I kept your bunk.

- Trouble is, you're three weeks
behind on your rent.
- Fagin!

What? You'd rather I'd have
given his bunk away?

Better get to work, then.

Dodger!

You're my very best boy,

it's a pleasure to have you back.

What?

Leave it!

No-one is to touch anything.

Leave me. Close the gates.

Admit no-one. Do you understand?

Pardon me, miss?

Are you all right?

Hey!

- How did it go?
- Well, he ain't best pleased with you,

but he's taken Dodger
back all right.

I ain't worried about Fagin.

What are these for?

They ain't for anything,
just to look pretty.

- You spent money on 'em?
- Only a farthing.

They'll look nice in a jug
on the windowsill.

Yeah, well, I work hard
for my money, girl,

I don't want it wasted on
no flowers.

Now make me something to eat.

- Can I fetch you some tea?
- No, thank you.

You can sit with me though.

You're worried
about Amelia Havisham.

It's so sad.

People can be so cruel, can't they?

- Perhaps they don't always mean to be.
- Do you think?

Sometimes people can do the wrong
thing with the best intentions...

...or the right of something
isn't seen straightaway.

Love is so difficult, isn't it?

Brings such pain.

I sometimes think
we'd be better off without it.

Though I think it's nice to know
you have BEEN loved, isn't it?

Yes.

My baby...

...did you bury her nearby?

In a quiet cemetery.

The location I must keep secret.

- I couldn't bear to see it.
- I know.

You've been so kind to me.
I'm almost afraid to ask.

Ask what?

I want her to know that
she was loved.

She will know.

I'm leaving for
Chesney Wold tomorrow,

there is much to arrange.

But... I need you to take this
to her for me.

It's a... It's just a silly thing.

But it was given
to me by her father.

It's all I have left of him.

- Honoria, I...
- Please, just bury it with her.

She must feel so alone.

This will tell her
that she was loved.

Promise me.

The baby's mother wants this
to be with the child.

It was terrible,
the sound of her heart breaking.

It just goes to show,

it don't matter how much money
you've got, it don't make you happy.

Well said, Mrs C!

Coal, Ma.

Oh, thanks, darlin'.

Oh, something smells good!

It's a chicken, big as a goose!

Not quite,
but there's plenty to go round.

Good day?

It is now.

Happy anniversary.

Bob, you shouldn't have!

Commit this to memory, boys,
when a woman says,

"You shouldn't have!"
What she really means is,

"God help you if you didn't!"

It's lovely.

It's got a farthing in it, too.
For luck.

Here's yours.

Oh...!

Perfect.

I hope as perfect as the last
19 years have been.

I know what you're up to,
Mrs Emily Cratchit.

And what might that be?

You want me to carve the chicken!

Caught red-handed! Right everybody,
round the table, come on, let's eat.

Can you find some space, Tim?

Nice to have you home.

Ready.

Not at this time of day,
not with my disposition!

What's this? What's this?

Daisy! Up and get the empties
from Mr Pickwick!

My tankard's empty, girl.

So's mine.

You heard me.

You know you've always
got a home to come back to?

Yeah, but I've got
a new home now, Fagin.

Bill Sikes is not an easy man
to deal with.

I can handle him, don't you worry.

Mr Bucket!

Mr Venus! May I join you?

Please!

Please.

Good to see you, my friend.

Likewise, Mr Venus, likewise.

Are you just, er, passing through?

In a sense.

Though my visit is convivial,

it is also, in part,
of a professional nature.

Two budgies slain with but a
single missile, as it were.

You are doing more detectiving?

Indeed I am, Mr Venus.

- My superiors have
given me a new case.
- Oh!

A man found murdered,

stabbed through the heart

in a room with no windows

and the door firmly closed
from the inside!

Tell me more.

Well, it would not be ethically
appropriate for me to reveal...

Goodnight, Mr Scrooge!

(Humbug!)

Well, it sounds like a right old
do of a wedding, by all accounts,

people screaming and shouting,

and she never even
got to the carriage.

Oh, I knew he was trouble,

his eyes were too close together.

How come you never
mentioned it before?

Well, I may not have said it.
But I thought it.

Hmm, how very astute of you
Miss Biggetywitch.

Oh, be quiet, Bumble!

Get me another drink.

Yes, my little love pudding.

Your sherry, Mr Bucket.

♪ I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls

- ♪ With vassals and serfs at my side
- At my side...

♪ And of all who assembled
within those walls

♪ That I was the hope and the pride

♪ I had riches
all too great to count

♪ And a high ancestral name

♪ But I also dreamt
which pleased me most

♪ That you loved me still the same

♪ That you loved me,
you love me still the same

♪ That you love me,
you love me still

♪ The same

♪ I dreamt that suitors
sought my hand

♪ That knights upon bended knee

♪ And with vows no maiden heart
could withstand

♪ They pledged their faith to me

♪ And I dreamt
that one of that noble host

♪ Came forth my hand to claim

♪ But I also dreamt
which charmed me most

♪ That you loved me still the same

♪ That you love me,
you love me still the same

♪ That you love me

♪ You love me still

♪ The same. ♪

Aw.

Ebenezer...

Ebenezer...

Ebenezer...

You hungry?

Got any lodgings?

Money?

Then why you been crying?

I saw a ghost... at the window.

A ghost, eh?

- You'll be needing some
lodgings tonight?
- Yes, please.

Come on, then.

Jack Dawkins is me name, but people
call me the Artful Dodger.

- What's yours?
- Oliver.

Oliver, eh?

I know a respectable old gentleman

what'll give you lodgings
for nothin'.

And won't ask you for the change -

that is, if any gentleman
he knows introduces ya.