Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
On the day of Marley's funeral Bucket interviews Nancy. She gives him information leading to lawyer Jaggers, who tells Bucket that Marley had approached him to dissolve the partnership with Scrooge. Jaggers also informs Havisham that he will receive nothing from his father's will unless he is cordial to his sister, so he attends her New Year's Eve party but Compeyson also turns up, which upsets her. Frances Barbary meets an old friend, the elderly and wealthy Sir Lester Dedlock but he only has eyes for Honoria.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
This had best be worth waking me for.
BOY: Mr Jaggers said,
I was to put it direct in your hand
and leave nothing to chance, sir.
(EXHALES)
Boy.
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
Yes! (CHUCKLES)
FRANCES: It means nothing to you,
does it?
The ruinous state our family is in.
Of course, it does.
But Papa assures me
that there is way through.
(SCOFFING)
And of course, you believe him.
Because then you may continue
to dance through life,
unencumbered by bitter realities.
Honoria.
I trust Papa.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(SIGHS)
(KNIFE SCRAPING)
You have made me look like a liar, Papa.
(SCRAPING CONTINUES)
We shall be cold
for the rest of the week, then.
I will reverse our fortunes.
And in the meantime,
we shall all wrap ourselves in blankets
and tell each other
that there is nothing to worry about.
(SCRAPING CONTINUES)
Scraping, like a miser!
Scraping, scraping, scraping.
You could have been married, Frances,
and far away from this.
You chose to break your engagement
and now you are here, a mouth to feed!
So maybe, it is you that's the problem.
(GROANS)
- (BACK CRACKING)
- (SIGHS)
(CLOCK TICKING)
(CLOCK CHIMING)
Mr Scrooge, sir, it's nearly time.
Every second has value, Cratchit.
(CLOCK TOLLING)
Now it's time.
(PALLBEARER COUGHING)
Nothing but good mahogany
can keep in the stench
of a putrefying corpse.
Marley left no provision
for such a coffin.
Jacob Marley left no provision
for a coffin at all.
Or, indeed, any funeral.
It's the common pit for him, I'm afraid.
Well, then. There's an end to it.
Mr Scrooge, sir,
are we not going along
to say a few words?
Rest in peace. Amen.
(BELLS CHIMING)
- Oh, Mr Cratchit, sir.
- Oh, John.
John, there is no need for "sir",
or "Mr Cratchit".
I told you, "Mr C" or "Bob".
I prefer "Bob".
I was hoping to have a talk
with you, sir, Bob, before tomorrow.
Oh.
- Getting cold feet about the wedding?
- No.
No, sir. My feet is blazing hot.
- My feet is a furnace.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)
I just thought, um,
man to man, just us two,
I could buy you an ale,
sir, Cratchit, mister?
BOB: That's a splendid idea, John.
SCROOGE: Cratchit!
But not right now. Another time.
(WHISPERING) Stupid.
(DOOR CLOSING)
- Your order, sir.
- Thank you.
(SNIFFS)
You're a fine cook, madam.
Thank you, sir.
Can't show 'em your fear, the law.
'Cause, they'll twist you.
Twist your words, twist it all.
That's what they do.
No fear.
She'll be late. Don't be late.
Go! Go!
Be easy in yourself and in your manner,
but not too easy.
Helping the law without helping them.
Hmm?
Go.
SIKES: No fear, Nancy.
Don't give them nothing.
Ugh!
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
Oh!
MAN: Champagne and cognac
for the Havisham party.
I'll take that.
HONORIA: What do you think?
AMELIA: It's beautiful, Honoria.
- Isn't it perfect?
- You'll look so lovely tonight.
Mary told me you were
awake all night, again.
(SIGHING) I've only had a few days
to learn everything I can
about the brewery.
- And now, I have it all up here.
- (DOG BARKS)
So, if the shareholders want
to question me about hops, or malt,
or harvest, or import costs,
or distillation,
- I can give them chapter and verse.
- It's a party, Amelia.
No one's going to want
to talk to you about hops.
No one's judging you.
I'm a woman in a man's world.
Of course they'll be judging me.
And Father, too.
They'll think he'd lost his mind,
leaving the daughter in charge.
But I will not have that.
Well, why shouldn't you be in charge?
A woman rules our country,
our whole empire.
Think of her, Queen Amelia.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
That's better.
Come on, I'll walk with you.
- Come along, Jip.
- (JIP WHIMPERS)
(EXHALES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(LOCK CLICKING)
(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
I don't break bread with bluebottles.
How did that happen?
Well, Marley did it.
Why?
Well, why does any rich man
hit a poor woman?
Because he wants to,
and he knows he'll get away with it.
BUCKET: Come, now.
A man doesn't hit a woman for no reason.
You don't know men the way I do.
Miss Nancy, you were the last
to see Jacob Marley alive.
- No, that'd be his killer.
- One of the last.
What did you talk about?
Well, I weren't there
for conversing with, was I?
Mr Fagin wouldn't be happy
with this now, would he?
Being your protector.
This ain't nothing special.
Our lives are different from yours.
But, Mr Sikes would be upset.
Him being your young man and a hothead.
Bill dropped me home,
then went out drinking.
BUCKET: I didn't ask you where he went.
Have you been tutored in your answers?
You think Mr Sikes could kill a man?
You pin this on Bill
to get an easy result,
you'll be missing the real felon.
I'm not pinning anything on anyone.
That is not my way.
I just want the truth.
You can trust me.
You don't believe me?
Right. Marley dies,
and here's you with your books,
and your maps, and your questions,
but girls like me
are found dead every day
and who cares?
I've no cause to believe,
or trust the law.
I'm gonna be the one
to change that, miss.
Is there something you wanna say?
No one's listening.
It's just me and you.
So, if there's something
you wanna say...
There ain't nothing. I'm done.
Take the pie.
Eat it at your leisure.
And he ain't my young man, Mr Sikes.
Don't have a young man.
I just have a lot of old ones.
(DOOR OPENING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Very well.
Miss Barbary?
Miss Frances.
Sir Leicester.
What a surprise.
- ARTHUR: This sounds important, Jaggers.
- It is.
ARTHUR: Let me guess,
the shareholders refuse
to trust my sister with their money,
as I told you they would.
I'm ready to take my rightful place.
(JIP PANTING)
Arthur,
the New Year reception is going ahead
and I would very much like
you to be there.
Of course you would.
But my absence will scream.
You think anyone will invest in a woman?
In you?
If you have a brewery at all
within six months,
I'll be surprised.
And you will have no one
except yourself to blame.
I wonder if you might
allow us some privacy.
ARTHUR: Now you're going
to give me a talk.
But, what can she do?
Take away my meagre 10%?
It is guaranteed to me,
she has no leverage.
You're quite correct.
Your sister cannot take away your money.
Exactly.
I can.
Your father's will.
I urge you to read the codicil.
Should you behave in a way
that is damaging to the property,
by which is meant the business,
I'm empowered to take away
the means by which you live
and see them to your sister.
All monies.
You see his signature?
You forced him to this.
No, your father was never
forced into anything.
You will attend the reception,
you'll stand by your sister,
you'll act in a manner
appropriate to your name and status.
Or you'll cut me off without a penny?
Let me go destitute?
Or I will exercise the codicil.
Get yourself cleaned up.
And wash out your mouth.
You stink of brandy,
and it's not yet 10 of the clock.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
He'll do as he's told.
(GASPING) Really? Did she say that?
Tell me everything.
LEICESTER: I have charge
of them for the day.
I had intended the gallery in Greenwich.
It's fascinating.
But they have no interest
in our naval history.
Pester me instead for cakes and hats.
They are lucky girls
to have such a benevolent uncle.
You are much missed
from the county, Miss Barbary.
I was most distressed
when I learned you were not to be
a permanent neighbour.
For a man to make promises of matrimony,
then to break them?
I've shunned him completely
from my house and company.
Sir Leicester,
I have told my family it was I
who broke off the engagement.
I couldn't bear for them
to know the truth.
(STAMMERS) No, I would never dream...
No, never.
Well, the blasted fool would've made
a sorry excuse for a husband.
But a lady like yourself,
my dear Miss Barbary,
why, any man would be
proud to call you his wife.
Be comforted.
If you're free tomorrow, Sir Leicester,
perhaps you'd like to come for tea?
It would be my very great pleasure,
Miss Barbary.
ARTHUR: Are you mad?
The Havisham party is far too public,
we cannot be seen together, I forbid it.
COMPEYSON: No, no, Arthur.
The reception is
the perfect opportunity.
- Get me an invitation, I'll be...
- Who do you think you are?
Damn you.
You do not give me orders.
I am master here.
Know your place.
Well, my dear?
Well, nothing. (CHUCKLES)
I told him nothing, he got nothing.
Who's this from?
Just lifted it.
Mr Scrooge has received
your request for a further loan
to cover the shipping
costs of your stock.
I cannot say why
he has not answered yet.
Go back to him.
Tell him, I demand an answer now.
Demanding. Makes a man look needy.
Mr Scrooge will answer in due course.
I do not have due course.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Miss Barbary.
Frances.
(DOOR CLOSING)
My behaviour towards you
was disgraceful.
Forgive me, please?
You shouldn't even have to ask, Papa.
We have a visitor tomorrow.
A friend.
We shall pile coal on the fire,
and drink good Assam tea.
I look forward to it.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
What are you doing, John?
A surprise for Martha.
- Don't say nothing to her.
- (CHUCKLING) Oh.
There's young ladies here, miss,
wanting to see the early spring modes.
They've asked to see
the white ball gown.
Oh, your wedding dress.
It's so pretty.
- Is it nearly finished?
- Nearly.
- Hmm.
- (CHUCKLING)
Have you seen the fans?
- Oh, they're exquisite.
- That's what I thought, too.
(LADIES CHATTERING)
Miss Barbary will be
with you all shortly.
(CHATTERING CONTINUES)
Oh, I forgot.
Captain Hawdon came by
and left you this.
- Oh.
- (BOTH GIGGLING)
(GIGGLING)
MARTHA: Mesdemoiselles and monsieur,
an example from our early spring modes.
Doesn't she look exquisite?
It's beautiful, isn't it?
- That is divine. Look at the detail.
- Yes, and look at the shoulder.
Oh, she looks beautiful.
(LADIES CHATTERING)
What are you waiting for?
(DOOR OPENING)
- Go home, Cratchit.
- (DOOR CLOSING)
(BLOWING)
If you recall, Mr Scrooge, sir, um,
tomorrow my Martha is getting married.
And you were taking a day's
unpaid leave of absence.
Yes, yes, I remember. Now, get out.
(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
NANCY: Inspector, don't look.
Pretend to be doing something else.
They were shouting that night.
It was before I went to meet Marley,
and him, and Mr Scrooge,
rowing in the street.
What about?
All I heard was,
"Jaggers shall settle it."
It's why Marley was so riled.
And that can't come from me,
Inspector, it just can't.
I understand, miss. You can trust me.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
I forgot my newspaper.
It's under your arm, sir.
So it is. How foolish of me.
The young lady,
you called her Miss Barbary?
I'm acquainted with Miss Barbary,
uh, Miss Frances.
- I wondered...
- Yes, indeed, sir, they are sisters.
- Our young lady is Miss Honoria.
- Honoria?
(INHALES)
Well, small world.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
(LOCK CLICKING)
HONORIA: For you.
It's only tiny,
but I saw it and I thought,
"That is for the bride,"
and I had to get it.
It's your something new, Martha.
And, when I get married
you can lend it to me,
and it can be my something borrowed.
- I'll treasure it. Thank you.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)
Come on.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
JOHN: I can't buy you
no wedding present, Martha.
But I thought, well... (CHUCKLES)
It's us.
Oh, John.
- That's so lovely.
- Yeah?
(CHUCKLING)
(JOHN LAUGHING)
(SIGHING)
(BELL CHIMING)
(EXHALES)
I knew nothing about the codicil.
I honestly knew nothing.
We used to be such friends once, Arthur.
Such happy friends.
I miss that so much, don't you?
Can we not be friends again?
Because neither of us
are happy now, are we?
(DOOR OPENING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- ARTHUR: Good evening.
- Good evening.
Marley wanted to leave
the partnership with Scrooge.
You made no mention of this
when we spoke.
Well, then it seems
robbery was the motive.
It would not have been appropriate
for me to infer some other agenda.
Why did Marley want to leave?
He made him angry.
- Why did he want to part ways?
- He gave me no reason.
It's not so unusual to want
to dissolve a long partnership.
I, myself...
...consider it often.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(EXHALES)
(SNIFFLING)
ARTHUR: God!
What are you doing here? (SNIFFLING)
COMPEYSON: Looking.
How did you get in?
COMPEYSON: (CHUCKLING)
Through the front door.
Get out.
- Get out now.
- Why are you crying?
I'm not.
AMELIA: Arthur?
ARTHUR: Oh, God.
- Oh, God, Am.
- AMELIA: Arthur.
Not a word. Don't breathe. Don't move.
(DOOR OPENING)
Are you unwell?
I just needed a moment.
Yes, they're all very kind,
but one does feel a little on show.
It's time for the dancing.
You should go.
Arthur, this argument of ours...
Is at an end.
(EXHALES)
We should begin the dancing together.
- Come.
- (FIDDLE PLAYING)
(FIDDLE CONTINUES)
I don't recall inviting you, sir.
No, a friend brought me.
I have a small legacy,
which he suggested
I might want to invest here.
AMELIA: Well, in that case,
I can arrange to give you
more information about the brewery.
I didn't know you were the director.
I'm happy to go to a party
organised by a woman,
but invest in your business?
(SCOFFING) I might as well
set fire to my money.
Good night, Miss Havisham.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
This had best be worth waking me for.
BOY: Mr Jaggers said,
I was to put it direct in your hand
and leave nothing to chance, sir.
(EXHALES)
Boy.
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
Yes! (CHUCKLES)
FRANCES: It means nothing to you,
does it?
The ruinous state our family is in.
Of course, it does.
But Papa assures me
that there is way through.
(SCOFFING)
And of course, you believe him.
Because then you may continue
to dance through life,
unencumbered by bitter realities.
Honoria.
I trust Papa.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(SIGHS)
(KNIFE SCRAPING)
You have made me look like a liar, Papa.
(SCRAPING CONTINUES)
We shall be cold
for the rest of the week, then.
I will reverse our fortunes.
And in the meantime,
we shall all wrap ourselves in blankets
and tell each other
that there is nothing to worry about.
(SCRAPING CONTINUES)
Scraping, like a miser!
Scraping, scraping, scraping.
You could have been married, Frances,
and far away from this.
You chose to break your engagement
and now you are here, a mouth to feed!
So maybe, it is you that's the problem.
(GROANS)
- (BACK CRACKING)
- (SIGHS)
(CLOCK TICKING)
(CLOCK CHIMING)
Mr Scrooge, sir, it's nearly time.
Every second has value, Cratchit.
(CLOCK TOLLING)
Now it's time.
(PALLBEARER COUGHING)
Nothing but good mahogany
can keep in the stench
of a putrefying corpse.
Marley left no provision
for such a coffin.
Jacob Marley left no provision
for a coffin at all.
Or, indeed, any funeral.
It's the common pit for him, I'm afraid.
Well, then. There's an end to it.
Mr Scrooge, sir,
are we not going along
to say a few words?
Rest in peace. Amen.
(BELLS CHIMING)
- Oh, Mr Cratchit, sir.
- Oh, John.
John, there is no need for "sir",
or "Mr Cratchit".
I told you, "Mr C" or "Bob".
I prefer "Bob".
I was hoping to have a talk
with you, sir, Bob, before tomorrow.
Oh.
- Getting cold feet about the wedding?
- No.
No, sir. My feet is blazing hot.
- My feet is a furnace.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)
I just thought, um,
man to man, just us two,
I could buy you an ale,
sir, Cratchit, mister?
BOB: That's a splendid idea, John.
SCROOGE: Cratchit!
But not right now. Another time.
(WHISPERING) Stupid.
(DOOR CLOSING)
- Your order, sir.
- Thank you.
(SNIFFS)
You're a fine cook, madam.
Thank you, sir.
Can't show 'em your fear, the law.
'Cause, they'll twist you.
Twist your words, twist it all.
That's what they do.
No fear.
She'll be late. Don't be late.
Go! Go!
Be easy in yourself and in your manner,
but not too easy.
Helping the law without helping them.
Hmm?
Go.
SIKES: No fear, Nancy.
Don't give them nothing.
Ugh!
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
Oh!
MAN: Champagne and cognac
for the Havisham party.
I'll take that.
HONORIA: What do you think?
AMELIA: It's beautiful, Honoria.
- Isn't it perfect?
- You'll look so lovely tonight.
Mary told me you were
awake all night, again.
(SIGHING) I've only had a few days
to learn everything I can
about the brewery.
- And now, I have it all up here.
- (DOG BARKS)
So, if the shareholders want
to question me about hops, or malt,
or harvest, or import costs,
or distillation,
- I can give them chapter and verse.
- It's a party, Amelia.
No one's going to want
to talk to you about hops.
No one's judging you.
I'm a woman in a man's world.
Of course they'll be judging me.
And Father, too.
They'll think he'd lost his mind,
leaving the daughter in charge.
But I will not have that.
Well, why shouldn't you be in charge?
A woman rules our country,
our whole empire.
Think of her, Queen Amelia.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
That's better.
Come on, I'll walk with you.
- Come along, Jip.
- (JIP WHIMPERS)
(EXHALES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(LOCK CLICKING)
(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
I don't break bread with bluebottles.
How did that happen?
Well, Marley did it.
Why?
Well, why does any rich man
hit a poor woman?
Because he wants to,
and he knows he'll get away with it.
BUCKET: Come, now.
A man doesn't hit a woman for no reason.
You don't know men the way I do.
Miss Nancy, you were the last
to see Jacob Marley alive.
- No, that'd be his killer.
- One of the last.
What did you talk about?
Well, I weren't there
for conversing with, was I?
Mr Fagin wouldn't be happy
with this now, would he?
Being your protector.
This ain't nothing special.
Our lives are different from yours.
But, Mr Sikes would be upset.
Him being your young man and a hothead.
Bill dropped me home,
then went out drinking.
BUCKET: I didn't ask you where he went.
Have you been tutored in your answers?
You think Mr Sikes could kill a man?
You pin this on Bill
to get an easy result,
you'll be missing the real felon.
I'm not pinning anything on anyone.
That is not my way.
I just want the truth.
You can trust me.
You don't believe me?
Right. Marley dies,
and here's you with your books,
and your maps, and your questions,
but girls like me
are found dead every day
and who cares?
I've no cause to believe,
or trust the law.
I'm gonna be the one
to change that, miss.
Is there something you wanna say?
No one's listening.
It's just me and you.
So, if there's something
you wanna say...
There ain't nothing. I'm done.
Take the pie.
Eat it at your leisure.
And he ain't my young man, Mr Sikes.
Don't have a young man.
I just have a lot of old ones.
(DOOR OPENING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Very well.
Miss Barbary?
Miss Frances.
Sir Leicester.
What a surprise.
- ARTHUR: This sounds important, Jaggers.
- It is.
ARTHUR: Let me guess,
the shareholders refuse
to trust my sister with their money,
as I told you they would.
I'm ready to take my rightful place.
(JIP PANTING)
Arthur,
the New Year reception is going ahead
and I would very much like
you to be there.
Of course you would.
But my absence will scream.
You think anyone will invest in a woman?
In you?
If you have a brewery at all
within six months,
I'll be surprised.
And you will have no one
except yourself to blame.
I wonder if you might
allow us some privacy.
ARTHUR: Now you're going
to give me a talk.
But, what can she do?
Take away my meagre 10%?
It is guaranteed to me,
she has no leverage.
You're quite correct.
Your sister cannot take away your money.
Exactly.
I can.
Your father's will.
I urge you to read the codicil.
Should you behave in a way
that is damaging to the property,
by which is meant the business,
I'm empowered to take away
the means by which you live
and see them to your sister.
All monies.
You see his signature?
You forced him to this.
No, your father was never
forced into anything.
You will attend the reception,
you'll stand by your sister,
you'll act in a manner
appropriate to your name and status.
Or you'll cut me off without a penny?
Let me go destitute?
Or I will exercise the codicil.
Get yourself cleaned up.
And wash out your mouth.
You stink of brandy,
and it's not yet 10 of the clock.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
He'll do as he's told.
(GASPING) Really? Did she say that?
Tell me everything.
LEICESTER: I have charge
of them for the day.
I had intended the gallery in Greenwich.
It's fascinating.
But they have no interest
in our naval history.
Pester me instead for cakes and hats.
They are lucky girls
to have such a benevolent uncle.
You are much missed
from the county, Miss Barbary.
I was most distressed
when I learned you were not to be
a permanent neighbour.
For a man to make promises of matrimony,
then to break them?
I've shunned him completely
from my house and company.
Sir Leicester,
I have told my family it was I
who broke off the engagement.
I couldn't bear for them
to know the truth.
(STAMMERS) No, I would never dream...
No, never.
Well, the blasted fool would've made
a sorry excuse for a husband.
But a lady like yourself,
my dear Miss Barbary,
why, any man would be
proud to call you his wife.
Be comforted.
If you're free tomorrow, Sir Leicester,
perhaps you'd like to come for tea?
It would be my very great pleasure,
Miss Barbary.
ARTHUR: Are you mad?
The Havisham party is far too public,
we cannot be seen together, I forbid it.
COMPEYSON: No, no, Arthur.
The reception is
the perfect opportunity.
- Get me an invitation, I'll be...
- Who do you think you are?
Damn you.
You do not give me orders.
I am master here.
Know your place.
Well, my dear?
Well, nothing. (CHUCKLES)
I told him nothing, he got nothing.
Who's this from?
Just lifted it.
Mr Scrooge has received
your request for a further loan
to cover the shipping
costs of your stock.
I cannot say why
he has not answered yet.
Go back to him.
Tell him, I demand an answer now.
Demanding. Makes a man look needy.
Mr Scrooge will answer in due course.
I do not have due course.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Miss Barbary.
Frances.
(DOOR CLOSING)
My behaviour towards you
was disgraceful.
Forgive me, please?
You shouldn't even have to ask, Papa.
We have a visitor tomorrow.
A friend.
We shall pile coal on the fire,
and drink good Assam tea.
I look forward to it.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
What are you doing, John?
A surprise for Martha.
- Don't say nothing to her.
- (CHUCKLING) Oh.
There's young ladies here, miss,
wanting to see the early spring modes.
They've asked to see
the white ball gown.
Oh, your wedding dress.
It's so pretty.
- Is it nearly finished?
- Nearly.
- Hmm.
- (CHUCKLING)
Have you seen the fans?
- Oh, they're exquisite.
- That's what I thought, too.
(LADIES CHATTERING)
Miss Barbary will be
with you all shortly.
(CHATTERING CONTINUES)
Oh, I forgot.
Captain Hawdon came by
and left you this.
- Oh.
- (BOTH GIGGLING)
(GIGGLING)
MARTHA: Mesdemoiselles and monsieur,
an example from our early spring modes.
Doesn't she look exquisite?
It's beautiful, isn't it?
- That is divine. Look at the detail.
- Yes, and look at the shoulder.
Oh, she looks beautiful.
(LADIES CHATTERING)
What are you waiting for?
(DOOR OPENING)
- Go home, Cratchit.
- (DOOR CLOSING)
(BLOWING)
If you recall, Mr Scrooge, sir, um,
tomorrow my Martha is getting married.
And you were taking a day's
unpaid leave of absence.
Yes, yes, I remember. Now, get out.
(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
NANCY: Inspector, don't look.
Pretend to be doing something else.
They were shouting that night.
It was before I went to meet Marley,
and him, and Mr Scrooge,
rowing in the street.
What about?
All I heard was,
"Jaggers shall settle it."
It's why Marley was so riled.
And that can't come from me,
Inspector, it just can't.
I understand, miss. You can trust me.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
I forgot my newspaper.
It's under your arm, sir.
So it is. How foolish of me.
The young lady,
you called her Miss Barbary?
I'm acquainted with Miss Barbary,
uh, Miss Frances.
- I wondered...
- Yes, indeed, sir, they are sisters.
- Our young lady is Miss Honoria.
- Honoria?
(INHALES)
Well, small world.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
(LOCK CLICKING)
HONORIA: For you.
It's only tiny,
but I saw it and I thought,
"That is for the bride,"
and I had to get it.
It's your something new, Martha.
And, when I get married
you can lend it to me,
and it can be my something borrowed.
- I'll treasure it. Thank you.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)
Come on.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
JOHN: I can't buy you
no wedding present, Martha.
But I thought, well... (CHUCKLES)
It's us.
Oh, John.
- That's so lovely.
- Yeah?
(CHUCKLING)
(JOHN LAUGHING)
(SIGHING)
(BELL CHIMING)
(EXHALES)
I knew nothing about the codicil.
I honestly knew nothing.
We used to be such friends once, Arthur.
Such happy friends.
I miss that so much, don't you?
Can we not be friends again?
Because neither of us
are happy now, are we?
(DOOR OPENING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- ARTHUR: Good evening.
- Good evening.
Marley wanted to leave
the partnership with Scrooge.
You made no mention of this
when we spoke.
Well, then it seems
robbery was the motive.
It would not have been appropriate
for me to infer some other agenda.
Why did Marley want to leave?
He made him angry.
- Why did he want to part ways?
- He gave me no reason.
It's not so unusual to want
to dissolve a long partnership.
I, myself...
...consider it often.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(EXHALES)
(SNIFFLING)
ARTHUR: God!
What are you doing here? (SNIFFLING)
COMPEYSON: Looking.
How did you get in?
COMPEYSON: (CHUCKLING)
Through the front door.
Get out.
- Get out now.
- Why are you crying?
I'm not.
AMELIA: Arthur?
ARTHUR: Oh, God.
- Oh, God, Am.
- AMELIA: Arthur.
Not a word. Don't breathe. Don't move.
(DOOR OPENING)
Are you unwell?
I just needed a moment.
Yes, they're all very kind,
but one does feel a little on show.
It's time for the dancing.
You should go.
Arthur, this argument of ours...
Is at an end.
(EXHALES)
We should begin the dancing together.
- Come.
- (FIDDLE PLAYING)
(FIDDLE CONTINUES)
I don't recall inviting you, sir.
No, a friend brought me.
I have a small legacy,
which he suggested
I might want to invest here.
AMELIA: Well, in that case,
I can arrange to give you
more information about the brewery.
I didn't know you were the director.
I'm happy to go to a party
organised by a woman,
but invest in your business?
(SCOFFING) I might as well
set fire to my money.
Good night, Miss Havisham.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)