Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHURCH BELL RINGS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

ALL:
# Should auld acquaintance be forgot

# For sake... #

Oh, easy. Steady there, sir.

Steady. Hey.

# For auld lang syne

# We'll take a cup of kindness yet #

I said you were not to go.



- I said, clearly...
- I know what you said.

Oh, she loves you, Havisham.

She believed you,

when you said your argument was over.

The step was lighter
when she walked away.

She adores you.

I want to go to sleep.
I don't feel well.

Did you waver?

Losing your nerve?

No.

Why did your father
not leave it all to you?

I don't know.

Did you quarrel with him?

No.



Why were you crying?

I wasn't.

Why did your father
stop loving you, Arthur?

Why?

(WHIMPERING)

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLES)

(ARTHUR GROANS)

What are your sister's plans tomorrow?

(SOBS)

The fair.

The New Year's Day fair.
She always goes with a friend.

Tell me about the friend.

I want to know everything
about the friend.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You did not bring
Marley's ledger to me, as requested.

Sir, I didn't know
you meant immediately.

Well, you should have said.

I would have dropped everything
and rushed.

Nor did you tell me that Marley
had decided to leave your partnership.

I didn't see it was relevant.

I decide what is relevant.

Why did he want to leave?

He didn't see fit to enlighten me
as to the whys.

It would be costly.

Division of assets, lawyers.

Indeed.

It would suit you
for Marley to be dead.

It would suit a lot of people
for Marley to be dead.

Following my dispute with him,
I took my supper at The Three Cripples.

Then attended the Christmas service
at Mudfog workhouse

where I am a governor.

There are witnesses
to my presence in both places.

I'm sure you have verified them.

Makes no odds where you were.

You're a rich man.

- You can pay others to be...
- (WOOD CREAKS)

Just a warped board, Inspector.

- (JOINTS CRACKING)
- Oh!

(GASPING IN PAIN)

(EXHALES)

SCROOGE: When can I have
that ledger back?

When I've examined
every last page of it.

Do put a pan of hot coals

on that back of yours,
Inspector, won't you?

Good night.

God rot you, Jacob.

God rot your vicious soul.

Well.

Those shareholders know
how to enjoy themselves.

Did Arthur come?

Yes, and we're friends again.

Was he drinking?

Everyone was drinking. It was a party.

Honoria, I know how rude
he has been to you.

But he seemed much humbled.

So when you see him, please be kind.

I'm only agreeing because I love you.

Now hurry up and dress,
or we'll miss everything.

AMELIA: And will Captain Hawdon
be joining us at the fair?

- Of course.
- (CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BARKER: That's it. Left, left, right.

There you are. Ha!

Fancy your chances?

He's undefeated.

Is he?

Now, where are you?

There you go, nice boy.

- Here. Look at that. Want one of them?
- Wouldn't mind.

- Here you are, sir.
- Good lad.

For Mr Venus.

At his earliest opportunity.

Bucket has dire need of him.

Here. And here,

another one.

Oh!

All right, John. Here you go.

- Look after it, won't ya?
- Will do.

How'd she look this morning?
Martha, she all right?

Can't tell you how the bride looks,
can I?

- It's bad luck.
- Right.

Pin that in tight to your jacket now.
Don't you go losing it.

- Don't you go losing that ring.
- No, I got it.

(SIGHS)

FAGIN: "To my beloved son, Arthur,

"from his father on his birthday."
Oh!

How fickle and changeable is love, Bill.

Just give me my chinks.

They're worth twice that.

But the owner can be identified.

I can't move these on.

Must hold them,

or the heat of the law will be upon us.

Well, the law wouldn't be
looking at us at all

if you hadn't have
sent her 'round to Marley.

Nancy must work. How else will she eat?

Have a roof over her head?

She must work.

She'd be under my roof.

You're a rich man now, Bill?

No.

When you are a rich man,
then we'll discuss terms, hmm?

What terms?

She goes where she pleases.

None of us do that, Bill.

May God smile on you, Christian lady.

EMILY: Hurry up! We need to
get the church ready for the wedding.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

A wedding!

Then they'll be at it,

breeding their parasitical spawn.

Remember our nuptials, Madam?

A romantic day, was it not?

Honeyed kisses.

Breathless promises.

I remember those promises, Bumble.

You said you would raise us
above this filth, and you have not!

Sir, we are mired in the slurry
and you wallow like a happy pig!

Madam, I do my very best for my...

It's not good enough, Bumble!

Raise us up, sir.

You go about it this very day, sir,
or it could be the worst for you!

- (MUSIC BOX PLAYING)
- (BIRD CHIRPING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

How much for this one?

Queen's Cavalry star pin.
Half crown, sir.

A shilling.

That's not the price, sir.

(DOOR OPENS)

(CHUCKLES)

(COINS JINGLE)

Plenty of mirrors, sir,

if you want to see how it looks.

Who makes these?

I do, madam.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Hawdon?

James Hawdon?

MR VENUS: If the spine is a rope,

yours is a bad
hangman's knot, Inspector.

Onto the table with you.

What's cooking in that pot, Mr Venus?

Smells infernal.

Tiger's head.

The one that mauled its keeper
up at the zoo.

I shall restore its majesty.

(GROANING)

Don't hold your breath, sir.

Get a feeling for your beasts, Mr Venus?

MR VENUS: I do, Inspector.

The bird's flight.

The hare's dash.

The leap of the salmon before the trap.

The poison, the gun, the gaff.

I get a feeling for their freedom,

before it's robbed.

And breathe.

(GRUNTING)

Animals don't lie, I suppose.

No, they do.

Consider

the jaguar,

how it crouches in the tree like a
blameless shadow among the branches.

But he is death,

and he is remorseless.

Or they lie

to avoid detection.

Pretend they are powerful,

when they are weak
as an unshelled chick.

You know what doesn't lie?

Money.

And I have the books.

I have them

and I will follow the money
to Marley's killer.

He is hiding in those pages.

But I am the trap.

The poison,

the gun and the gaff.

I am Bucket of The Detective,

and I will have my man!

Breathe out!

- (CRACKING)
- Ow!

Hah!

- (SNARLING)
- (BELL RINGING)

Come on now, gents!
All you sportsmen and pugilists.

Who's gonna be the one
to knock the champion to the canvas?

Who's gonna try their luck?

COMPEYSON: Hawdon?

Captain Hawdon.

Damn good to see you again.

Again?

Oh, Compeyson, Meriwether.

A Captain as was, Queen's Cavalry.

Knightsbridge barracks?

A regimental dinner?
We were really rather drunk.

That would explain my forgetfulness.

Compeyson, of course!

Do forgive me.

Not at all.

It was something of a...

Wild evening.

I have rather too many of those.

Ha!

FRANCES: Honoria?

(SNIFFS)

Whoo!
(LAUGHING)

Feeling better, sir?

Mr Venus is a magician.

Here.

Fetch me a cup of coffee.
There's a good lad.

Sir Leicester,
my father, Edward Barbary.

Papa, Sir Leicester Dedlock,

my neighbour when I was away from home.

And what grace and virtue

your daughter brought to our county,
sir, when she was with us.

(CHUCKLES) You do me too much kindness,
Sir Leicester.

MAID: Sir?

Please forgive me.

A small matter requires my attention.

Of course.

I brought these. They may be wrong.

You're under no obligation to eat them.

(CHUCKLES)

Macaroons.

My favourite. Thank you.

As if spring had arrived.

Who makes these?

I do, Sir Leicester.

I see I must now add artist

to your list of attributes,
Miss Barbary.

- (BELL DINGS)
- (CHEERING)

Who's next in? Come on now, lads.
How about you, sir?

You've left the cavalry?

Yeah, death in the family.
I was needed to take charge of affairs.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh.

Tell me, the Miss Barbary
you could not stop talking about.

Ah... Well, here she is now.

- Is she Mrs Hawdon now?
- Uh, not yet.

And that's my fault. I missed a chance
at promotion. She doesn't know.

- Are you married, Compeyson?
- A bachelor.

Well, Miss Barbary has a friend
that you might enjoy meeting.

Always enjoy meeting a lady.

(DOG BARKS)

Oh, this is Meriwether Compeyson.

Uh, Miss Havisham and I are acquainted.

HAWDON: Then this is a chance
to get to know each other better.

Well, I know Mr Compeyson
considers women only good for parties.

And that's all I wish to know.
Good day to you, sir.

I will go.

Hawdon, a great pleasure.
We must dine. On me.

Miss Barbary, another time.

- Amelia.
- That is a friend of mine.

Then you have a poor choice of friends,
Captain Hawdon.

BILL: Talk terms.

You don't owe Fagin nothing!

Poor lad. (LAUGHS)

His head'll be ringing!

I've got ambitions, Nancy.

The best cracksman in London.

Notorious.

Just leave.

Me and you together.

I owe Fagin my life.

I'd be dead without him.

Who's next, then?

Who's man enough to go toe to toe
with the undefeated champion,

Bruiser Jones!

I will.

(CROWD CLAPPING)

Why could you not deal with Jaggers?

- I prefer to be direct.
- I'm a gentleman.

I prefer discretion.

And that is why I lowered the blinds.

Well, a short-term loan, so you can
release your stock from overseas.

L1,000 worth of silk.

So what I request is insignificant?

No, no. It's still significant.

Damn you, sir!

L70 is all I require.

You should be grateful I would deign
to bring my business to your door!

Oh, I consider myself much advanced,

simply by being in your presence.

Are you going
to lend me this money or not?

I am.

Your house can stand as collateral.

Agreed.

I can't think what is keeping Papa.

Perhaps it's best that we're alone.

I wouldn't want others to hear this

discourse, which I'm compelled to have,

though I fear it breaches all etiquette.

But, I think we have an understanding.

- Do we not?
- I believe so, Sir Leicester.

I've always been a solitary man.

Dismissive of love.

But that has changed.

So suddenly, in the blink of an eye,
a chance meeting

- has changed everything.
- Oh, Sir Leicester.

Though I'm not a young man,
I'm a good one.

Oh, yes, you are the very best of men.

I do not want to be lonely any more.

Nor I.

But...

Miss Honoria must have
so many suitors vying for her hand.

Miss Barbary?

No, she doesn't, Sir Leicester.

Where was your meeting?

SIR LEICESTER: Mantilini's.

I accompanied my nieces.

The moment
your sister appeared, I was...

Entranced.

Spellbound.

My heart races now, just...

Recalling that moment.

I wonder if you might help

arrange an introduction
between myself and Miss Honoria.

I will do everything
I can for you, Sir Leicester.

You are a true friend.

(PUNCH LANDING)

- (BELL DINGS)
- NANCY: Yes, Bill!

(CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

(LAUGHS)

- Where's Jip?
- He was here a moment ago.

Oh, he's probably begging for sausages
somewhere, you know what he's like.

No, he never leaves me. Jip!

Sweetheart.

Jip? Jip!

Jip, darling!

HAWDON: Jip!

(ALL CONTINUE CALLING FOR JIP)

(JIP WHINING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Stop! Not the dog!

Jip!

(CROWD GASPING)

Are you all right?

Does he need help? Poor thing.

(CROWD CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

I was rude to you.

I am

always rude when I am out of my depth.

And I am out of my depth.

(SIGHS)

I could drown

in you, Amelia.

Hawdon, I

trust you will care for the ladies,
in their shock.

Miss Barbary, Miss Havisham.

Now that is a true cavalryman.

Who has a poor choice of friends now?

We'll tell her

you have a fever
and must keep to your bed.

You won't see her until I say.

And then...

- You will do exactly as I tell you.
- You're giving me orders?

You do not dictate to me.

Why did your father
stop loving you, Arthur?

Did he find out something about you?

I want a hot bath.

See to it.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CRASHING)

And good riddance!

Ah, the blushing groom.

Bob's waiting on you.

(SNORING)

Not drinking your ale, John?

Which you said you wanted,
but I'm sat here,

looking at the top of your head.

(YELPING)

(GROANING)

I will be the very best husband
to Martha that I can be.

And the very best son-in-law
to you and Mrs Cratchit,

and the very best brother
to all the little 'uns,

and, when time comes,
the very best father, too.

Cross my heart to it.

That's...

That's what I wanted to say.

Well, that's a declaration
and an half, John, thank you.

Going to put me smart jacket on now.

Good man.

Welcome to the family.

And I'll see you at the church.

(PANTING)
Was my lady wife here?

Sergeant.

Assemble the constables.

Yes, sir.

(TAPPING)

I have you.

(BELLS RINGING)

Ring?

- How many times?
- I just want to be sure.

Dad?

Oh, Martha, you look beautiful.

Darling, what's the matter?

Just one day.

Just for one day,

I'd like to have pretty hands.

They're all rough
and horrible and scuffed,

and raw and not pretty.

Just for one day,

I'd like to have pretty hands
and they're not.

Do you know what I see?

I see your mother's hands.

Just like her, you hold up the sky

for us lesser mortals,
so we don't fall on our heads.

You can't hold up the sky

without getting a few
bumps and scrapes, now can you?

You are a daily blessing,

sweetheart.

There has not been a moment,
since you were born, that...

I ain't walked on air.

Because my daughter is Martha Cratchit.

Martha Bagnet.

- Not if we don't get to that church.
- (CHUCKLES)

You're ready then?

Yes, Dad. I'm ready.

Bob Cratchit.

I'm arresting you
for the murder of Jacob Marley.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)