Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
Whilst Scrooge punishes Bob for stealing from him Bucket believes in his innocence of murder and goes after Silas Wegg, who robbed Marley, but who tells Bucket that on the night he died Marley argued with Edward Barbary. Hawdon proposes to Honoria but Frances continues to encourage Sir Leicester, to his bewilderment and Honoria's disgust, whilst Compeyson, learning that Matthew Pocket is helping running the brewery, purports to befriend him, claiming that he has money to invest.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCRUBBING)
Your sister's "North Star" has made
himself comfortable at Satis House.
Far too comfortable.
Trust me, Pocket's nothing more
than a struggling tutor.
Father paid for him to travel so that
he might make something of himself.
- And has he?
- No.
Far too honest for his own good.
I wouldn't give him another thought.
He'll be gone within a few days.
AMELIA: Thank you, cousin.
- For?
- Getting me out riding again.
I haven't been since Father died.
I spend all my time
trying to run the brewery.
It must be a terrible responsibility.
It's a privilege to be trusted
with such a task.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Name it.
You know I'd do anything for you.
Well, there is something, if you are
willing to change your travel plans.
Thank you.
His bark's worse than his bite.
Kiss for luck?
Ah, Mr Barbary.
The ship containing your stock
has set sail.
Excellent!
Many thanks, Mr Jaggers.
(PEOPLE CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)
(DOOR OPENS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- Dodger?
- (DOOR OPENS)
Nah, Prince Albert!
Closest you'll get to him's
a royal hiding.
What you got for me, boy?
Chop.
Beer.
Oi, that it?
Oh!
What you want the soap for?
You got lice.
You wanna try vinegar.
You wanna try keeping that
out of my business.
(DODGER LAUGHS)
Tell Nancy to meet me in The Cripples,
two bells, sharp!
(DOOR CLOSES)
Soap?
Then he wanted me to knock on Nancy's
to tell her to meet him later.
Follow him.
See what he's up to.
Make sure you keep out of sight.
DODGER: Let's see your pickings, then.
What you got?
BOY 1: The hat's mine!
BOY 2: We earned that.
Take this to Sir Leicester Dedlock
and hurry.
- Oh!
- BOY: Excuse me!
(WOMAN SIGHS)
What the eye doesn't see...
(MEN LAUGHING)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
My usual, Mr Wegg.
Whoa, up you go. What's your name?
Tim, sir.
How do you do, Tim?
My name's Bucket.
It is a funny name, isn't it?
King of the castle, eh?
Oh, lovely, lovely wedding, Emily.
Your Martha looked a picture,
worth the wait.
How are the newlyweds?
First day of married life
at the Bagnets'.
You dropped this, sir.
BUCKET: Oh, thank you.
Good lad.
Good lad.
- Honest young man you've got here.
- Takes after his father.
BUCKET: Marseille!
(DOOR OPENS)
- Something changed about you, Bill?
- No.
You've had a wash.
Yeah, and a comb. And you smell...
Clean. Like a proper gent.
BILL: You coming, girl?
Mr Compeyson?
My apologies for being unable
to meet with you yesterday.
- Perhaps you'll call again?
- Perhaps.
My favourites.
How like you to remember, Matthew.
Does Mr Compeyson still show an interest
in the brewery?
What he says and what he does
are two very different things.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- Marseille.
This brandy was stolen on the same night
Jacob Marley was murdered. Any suspects?
A couple of dockers, but they
had alibis for Christmas Eve, sir.
Find out if Silas Wegg
has ever troubled us.
Small favour, Mrs Gamp.
If that inspector comes
sniffing around again,
tell him I ain't here.
Where will you be?
Here. Only don't tell him that.
- Lf anyone asks, we're out of brandy.
- MRS GAMP: Silas?
Might a small favour
go with a small reward?
(LAUGHS) Ta very much, kind sir.
What's all this in aid of?
BILL: There's no reason why we
can't have ourselves a picnic.
If I didn't know better,
I'd say you was trying to impress me.
Don't be daft.
There's a sight I never thought
I'd set eyes on. Bill Sikes blushing!
Shut up and drink your ale, girl.
You are.
That's it, sir. That's the loan
paid back, every last penny of it.
SCROOGE: Hmm.
Well, I'm overwhelmed.
It's, er, it's most generous of you
to return the money
that you stole from me, Cratchit.
I apologise, sir.
You think that rights your wrong,
do you?
I didn't say that, sir.
Then allow me
to say it for you, Cratchit.
Such a treacherous act
will not go unpunished.
As to what that punishment should be...
I haven't decided yet.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- FRANCES: You were out early.
EDWARD: I had something
of the utmost importance to attend to.
- Voila!
- (LAUGHS) Papa! You spoil us!
FRANCES: How can we afford such luxury?
They're glazed fruits,
not gold sceptres.
- I know, but...
- The stock is on its way.
- Mr Jaggers has confirmed it.
- But, Papa, I...
But nothing, Frances.
Now, you see here and here.
If you turn these up,
they form something called a smile.
Try it.
COMPEYSON: Look at you.
You become more like a vagrant
every day.
MATTHEW: Oh, dear Arthur!
- What a joy to see you again.
- Cousin?
Such sad news about your father.
I was so very fond of him.
ARTHUR: How did you know I was here?
I've come to see Mr Compeyson.
I hadn't realised you two were friends.
Our paths crossed at my club.
You wish to see me?
If you'll allow me to buy you a drink,
perhaps you'll tell me what your
interest in Miss Havisham's brewery is.
Bill Sikes ain't the sort
to partake of a picnic.
- A what-nic?
- Picnic.
What's it mean?
It means Sikes is up to something,
my dear.
I have a legacy to invest,
although I should add
your cousin's brewery
isn't my only avenue of interest.
If it were to become so,
what returns would you expect?
(LAUGHS) With respect, Mr Pocket,
if I wish to discuss my investments,
I'd prefer do it
with the person in charge.
You're talking to him.
What?
Your sister has persuaded me
to delay my travels to America
to help her with the brewery.
But you don't know the first thing
about running a brewery.
I don't claim to, but Amelia
has already been showing me the ropes.
ARTHUR: Father's barely cold
in the grave
and already it seems
like she's quite the expert.
She doesn't want
to let him down, Arthur.
And although the business
means everything to her, so do you.
It's true. She wants you to come home.
I have little reason to return,
even less now.
Well.
This is an excellent opportunity for me
to ask you about the business,
instead of me bothering Miss Havisham.
More drinks!
No. No, I'm fine.
Oh, I insist.
I'm only too grateful for your advice.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- You're expecting visitors?
I invited Sir Leicester
for afternoon tea.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- Sir Leicester.
- Miss Barbary. Mr Barbary.
- Please.
Your sister is conspicuous
by her absence.
FRANCES: She's due home from the shop
any minute.
Oh!
James!
- Erm, I wanted to ask you something.
- The answer's yes.
You don't know
what I'm going to ask yet.
- Whatever it is. Yes, yes, yes.
- (LAUGHS)
There's an old saying.
The truer the love line,
the longer the love lasts.
And I can see that your love
for one very lucky man will last...
(KISSES)
Forever.
What trade are you in, Barbary?
- Textiles.
- Textiles?
Oh!
- (DOOR OPENING)
- Fascinating.
HONORIA: Where's Father, Rose?
- I've brought a visitor to see him.
- Do excuse me.
(DOOR OPENS)
- Captain Hawdon?
- He's come to meet Father.
- I'm afraid he's unwell.
- Well, he seemed fine before.
I know, but trust me,
now is not a good time.
I'm quite concerned.
I can see him
when he's in better spirits.
- No, but...
- Just go to him. Until tomorrow.
I'll explain later, but for now...
- Father...
- FRANCES: We have a visitor.
It's an honour to meet you again,
Miss Honoria.
Likewise, Sir Leicester.
If I may say, Miss Honoria,
you have a fine colour,
despite toiling all day in a dress shop.
(CHUCKLES)
I do hope you find time
for deserved recreation?
- On Sundays, yes.
- After attending church, of course.
My offer to you and your sister
to ride at Chesney Wold still stands.
I'm sure we'll act on your kind offer
soon, won't we, Sister?
If we're able to.
Would you excuse me, Sir Leicester?
I must...
Change.
As I say, Pocket, I can't be certain
where I'll invest next,
but one thing is certain.
Miss Havisham is fortunate to have
a man like you to help steer the ship.
(LAUGHS) You've only known me
for a few hours.
Well, in that time I can see
you're a good man. Honest. True.
More drinks!
- We haven't finished these yet, Arthur.
- COMPEYSON: Come on, Pocket.
Drink up.
Don't tell me
there's a lily-liver among us!
Three large whiskies please and, er...
(WHISPERS)
- Keep the change.
- Thanks.
I owe you an apology, Compeyson.
- About what?
- Miss Havisham.
She's very dear to me.
And she's also
an extremely wealthy young woman.
And there are certain men
who'd take advantage of that fact.
You think I'm such a man?
I had to be certain of your motives.
That's why I came to see you.
And do you trust me, now?
I'm relieved to say, yes, I do.
Then you're a fool, Pocket.
Sorry?
Of course I intend
to seduce Miss Havisham
and steal her entire fortune.
Every last penny of it.
(LAUGHS)
(ALL LAUGHING)
You had me there, Compeyson!
Hook, line and sinker!
Silas Wegg was charged with assault
two years ago.
A drunk tried to rob him as he slept.
- He split the man's head open.
- Didn't use a cosh, did he?
In a manner. His wooden leg.
Where do you think
you're going, Cratchit?
(STUTTERING) What's this,
my turtle dove?
The letter to the Board, from you.
Sign.
I appear to have invited
Mr Gradgrind to dinner.
How clever of you, Bumble.
And... And it seems he's going to
have "a feast fit for a king"?
Ingenious!
See, you can be intelligent
when I put your mind to it. Sign.
(MUTTERS)
Mr Wegg about?
(SLURRING) Oh, wait there, Inspector,
there was something
he told me not to tell you.
- What was it?
- (DOOR CLOSES)
No, sorry, I... It's gone...
(HICCUPPING)
(GROANS)
Off somewhere, Mr Wegg?
How is it that you're in possession
of cognac stolen from the vessel,
the Sainte Marie,
which docked here on Christmas Eve?
(GROANS) The pain, terrimenjous, it is.
Ow, the agony of it!
Perhaps you'd be more comfortable
in the station?
I bought it off a Froggy sailor.
I never knew it was snide!
- Where?
- The docks.
So, you were at the docks
the night Jacob Marley was murdered?
A man you were indebted to.
What's that got to do with brandy?
Did Marley see you with it?
Perhaps you thought he'd report you?
You panicked and lashed out at him?
It wouldn't be the first time
you've used violence, would it?
Pa's late.
BOB: Hello, hello.
- Hooray, he's back!
- Arr, get off me, ye scurvy dog.
I've kept your food warm.
Good news or bad?
Bad.
He wants me to work late,
every night for the same money.
(SIGHS) What's the good news?
I still have a job.
(BOB SIGHS)
My sister's delighted with your visit,
Sir Leicester.
She hides her delight very well.
She's extremely shy
in betraying her emotions
with a gentleman
as distinguished as you.
So I would not make a fool of myself,
were I to pursue an interest?
She'd be thrilled to see you again, sir!
Good night.
HONORIA: For the last time,
I am marrying Captain Hawdon
and that is the end of it.
What kind of marriage will you have
to a penniless soldier
compared to one with a wealthy baronet?
A kind I fear you'll never know.
A happy one.
Right. (SIGHS) Well, if that's all...
It isn't.
You've only given me half a statement.
That's all I can remember.
Perhaps a night in the cells
might jog your memory.
I did see Marley.
Briefly. And he wasn't alone.
- Who was with him?
- Gent. Distinguished sort.
Seemed him and Marley
had some sort of a set-to.
Don't know what about. Left 'em to it.
Any other details about this "gent"?
Well, it was dark.
But as he passes me,
I see something glint
in the dim glow of a lamp.
I remember now.
What was it?
A badge. Flower-shaped.
Reddish hue, I believe.
And Marley said a name.
Barney? Barnaby or something?
Barnaby?
- Hold up, no, not tonight.
- Well, I have to. You know I do.
Here. I don't want it crumpled.
A gent gave it me.
Proper surprise and all,
'cause he ain't the sort
to give a girl a rose.
Well, maybe you don't know him
as well as you think.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(LAUGHS) I should go.
Ah!
A game of three-in-one before you do.
Whoever downs the most wins the money.
On the count of three.
One, two, three.
(COUGHS)
I'm out. I'm out.
After you.
(CLAPS)
(EXHALES)
(POURING DRINKS)
(COMPEYSON COUGHING)
You... You can pull out, Pocket.
Just say the word.
Pour.
One, two, three!
(ALL LAUGHING)
(COUGHS)
Bravo, cousin!
Damn you, sir.
- ARTHUR: Bravo.
- Fair play.
How about we double it
with a game of dares?
Well, that's if you're up to it, Pocket?
More than up to it!
(ALL LAUGH)
BUCKET: Barbary!
You don't have to
go through with this, Pocket.
No, no, no, I am a man of my word!
I accepted a dare, so a dare it is!
Good man. Your choice. Anything.
Anything?
(CHUCKLES)
(ALL CHUCKLING)
- You're both insane.
- (BOTH LAUGH)
Heads.
- You first, Compeyson.
- (LAUGHS)
- (EXHALES)
- ARTHUR: Go on, Compeyson, old chap.
MATTHEW: Ready.
Set.
(BOTH CHEER)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Ready, Pocket?
Ready!
(ARTHUR WHOOPS)
MATTHEW: Ahhh! Ahhh! Help!
- Help!
- Compeyson!
MATTHEW: Compeyson!
ARTHUR: Help him, Compeyson!
MATTHEW: Compeyson!
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
I don't know what to say.
Another second...
You scared us out of our wits, Pocket.
You saved my life.
I can't thank you enough!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
The least I could do.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCRUBBING)
Your sister's "North Star" has made
himself comfortable at Satis House.
Far too comfortable.
Trust me, Pocket's nothing more
than a struggling tutor.
Father paid for him to travel so that
he might make something of himself.
- And has he?
- No.
Far too honest for his own good.
I wouldn't give him another thought.
He'll be gone within a few days.
AMELIA: Thank you, cousin.
- For?
- Getting me out riding again.
I haven't been since Father died.
I spend all my time
trying to run the brewery.
It must be a terrible responsibility.
It's a privilege to be trusted
with such a task.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Name it.
You know I'd do anything for you.
Well, there is something, if you are
willing to change your travel plans.
Thank you.
His bark's worse than his bite.
Kiss for luck?
Ah, Mr Barbary.
The ship containing your stock
has set sail.
Excellent!
Many thanks, Mr Jaggers.
(PEOPLE CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)
(DOOR OPENS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- Dodger?
- (DOOR OPENS)
Nah, Prince Albert!
Closest you'll get to him's
a royal hiding.
What you got for me, boy?
Chop.
Beer.
Oi, that it?
Oh!
What you want the soap for?
You got lice.
You wanna try vinegar.
You wanna try keeping that
out of my business.
(DODGER LAUGHS)
Tell Nancy to meet me in The Cripples,
two bells, sharp!
(DOOR CLOSES)
Soap?
Then he wanted me to knock on Nancy's
to tell her to meet him later.
Follow him.
See what he's up to.
Make sure you keep out of sight.
DODGER: Let's see your pickings, then.
What you got?
BOY 1: The hat's mine!
BOY 2: We earned that.
Take this to Sir Leicester Dedlock
and hurry.
- Oh!
- BOY: Excuse me!
(WOMAN SIGHS)
What the eye doesn't see...
(MEN LAUGHING)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
My usual, Mr Wegg.
Whoa, up you go. What's your name?
Tim, sir.
How do you do, Tim?
My name's Bucket.
It is a funny name, isn't it?
King of the castle, eh?
Oh, lovely, lovely wedding, Emily.
Your Martha looked a picture,
worth the wait.
How are the newlyweds?
First day of married life
at the Bagnets'.
You dropped this, sir.
BUCKET: Oh, thank you.
Good lad.
Good lad.
- Honest young man you've got here.
- Takes after his father.
BUCKET: Marseille!
(DOOR OPENS)
- Something changed about you, Bill?
- No.
You've had a wash.
Yeah, and a comb. And you smell...
Clean. Like a proper gent.
BILL: You coming, girl?
Mr Compeyson?
My apologies for being unable
to meet with you yesterday.
- Perhaps you'll call again?
- Perhaps.
My favourites.
How like you to remember, Matthew.
Does Mr Compeyson still show an interest
in the brewery?
What he says and what he does
are two very different things.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- Marseille.
This brandy was stolen on the same night
Jacob Marley was murdered. Any suspects?
A couple of dockers, but they
had alibis for Christmas Eve, sir.
Find out if Silas Wegg
has ever troubled us.
Small favour, Mrs Gamp.
If that inspector comes
sniffing around again,
tell him I ain't here.
Where will you be?
Here. Only don't tell him that.
- Lf anyone asks, we're out of brandy.
- MRS GAMP: Silas?
Might a small favour
go with a small reward?
(LAUGHS) Ta very much, kind sir.
What's all this in aid of?
BILL: There's no reason why we
can't have ourselves a picnic.
If I didn't know better,
I'd say you was trying to impress me.
Don't be daft.
There's a sight I never thought
I'd set eyes on. Bill Sikes blushing!
Shut up and drink your ale, girl.
You are.
That's it, sir. That's the loan
paid back, every last penny of it.
SCROOGE: Hmm.
Well, I'm overwhelmed.
It's, er, it's most generous of you
to return the money
that you stole from me, Cratchit.
I apologise, sir.
You think that rights your wrong,
do you?
I didn't say that, sir.
Then allow me
to say it for you, Cratchit.
Such a treacherous act
will not go unpunished.
As to what that punishment should be...
I haven't decided yet.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- FRANCES: You were out early.
EDWARD: I had something
of the utmost importance to attend to.
- Voila!
- (LAUGHS) Papa! You spoil us!
FRANCES: How can we afford such luxury?
They're glazed fruits,
not gold sceptres.
- I know, but...
- The stock is on its way.
- Mr Jaggers has confirmed it.
- But, Papa, I...
But nothing, Frances.
Now, you see here and here.
If you turn these up,
they form something called a smile.
Try it.
COMPEYSON: Look at you.
You become more like a vagrant
every day.
MATTHEW: Oh, dear Arthur!
- What a joy to see you again.
- Cousin?
Such sad news about your father.
I was so very fond of him.
ARTHUR: How did you know I was here?
I've come to see Mr Compeyson.
I hadn't realised you two were friends.
Our paths crossed at my club.
You wish to see me?
If you'll allow me to buy you a drink,
perhaps you'll tell me what your
interest in Miss Havisham's brewery is.
Bill Sikes ain't the sort
to partake of a picnic.
- A what-nic?
- Picnic.
What's it mean?
It means Sikes is up to something,
my dear.
I have a legacy to invest,
although I should add
your cousin's brewery
isn't my only avenue of interest.
If it were to become so,
what returns would you expect?
(LAUGHS) With respect, Mr Pocket,
if I wish to discuss my investments,
I'd prefer do it
with the person in charge.
You're talking to him.
What?
Your sister has persuaded me
to delay my travels to America
to help her with the brewery.
But you don't know the first thing
about running a brewery.
I don't claim to, but Amelia
has already been showing me the ropes.
ARTHUR: Father's barely cold
in the grave
and already it seems
like she's quite the expert.
She doesn't want
to let him down, Arthur.
And although the business
means everything to her, so do you.
It's true. She wants you to come home.
I have little reason to return,
even less now.
Well.
This is an excellent opportunity for me
to ask you about the business,
instead of me bothering Miss Havisham.
More drinks!
No. No, I'm fine.
Oh, I insist.
I'm only too grateful for your advice.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- You're expecting visitors?
I invited Sir Leicester
for afternoon tea.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- Sir Leicester.
- Miss Barbary. Mr Barbary.
- Please.
Your sister is conspicuous
by her absence.
FRANCES: She's due home from the shop
any minute.
Oh!
James!
- Erm, I wanted to ask you something.
- The answer's yes.
You don't know
what I'm going to ask yet.
- Whatever it is. Yes, yes, yes.
- (LAUGHS)
There's an old saying.
The truer the love line,
the longer the love lasts.
And I can see that your love
for one very lucky man will last...
(KISSES)
Forever.
What trade are you in, Barbary?
- Textiles.
- Textiles?
Oh!
- (DOOR OPENING)
- Fascinating.
HONORIA: Where's Father, Rose?
- I've brought a visitor to see him.
- Do excuse me.
(DOOR OPENS)
- Captain Hawdon?
- He's come to meet Father.
- I'm afraid he's unwell.
- Well, he seemed fine before.
I know, but trust me,
now is not a good time.
I'm quite concerned.
I can see him
when he's in better spirits.
- No, but...
- Just go to him. Until tomorrow.
I'll explain later, but for now...
- Father...
- FRANCES: We have a visitor.
It's an honour to meet you again,
Miss Honoria.
Likewise, Sir Leicester.
If I may say, Miss Honoria,
you have a fine colour,
despite toiling all day in a dress shop.
(CHUCKLES)
I do hope you find time
for deserved recreation?
- On Sundays, yes.
- After attending church, of course.
My offer to you and your sister
to ride at Chesney Wold still stands.
I'm sure we'll act on your kind offer
soon, won't we, Sister?
If we're able to.
Would you excuse me, Sir Leicester?
I must...
Change.
As I say, Pocket, I can't be certain
where I'll invest next,
but one thing is certain.
Miss Havisham is fortunate to have
a man like you to help steer the ship.
(LAUGHS) You've only known me
for a few hours.
Well, in that time I can see
you're a good man. Honest. True.
More drinks!
- We haven't finished these yet, Arthur.
- COMPEYSON: Come on, Pocket.
Drink up.
Don't tell me
there's a lily-liver among us!
Three large whiskies please and, er...
(WHISPERS)
- Keep the change.
- Thanks.
I owe you an apology, Compeyson.
- About what?
- Miss Havisham.
She's very dear to me.
And she's also
an extremely wealthy young woman.
And there are certain men
who'd take advantage of that fact.
You think I'm such a man?
I had to be certain of your motives.
That's why I came to see you.
And do you trust me, now?
I'm relieved to say, yes, I do.
Then you're a fool, Pocket.
Sorry?
Of course I intend
to seduce Miss Havisham
and steal her entire fortune.
Every last penny of it.
(LAUGHS)
(ALL LAUGHING)
You had me there, Compeyson!
Hook, line and sinker!
Silas Wegg was charged with assault
two years ago.
A drunk tried to rob him as he slept.
- He split the man's head open.
- Didn't use a cosh, did he?
In a manner. His wooden leg.
Where do you think
you're going, Cratchit?
(STUTTERING) What's this,
my turtle dove?
The letter to the Board, from you.
Sign.
I appear to have invited
Mr Gradgrind to dinner.
How clever of you, Bumble.
And... And it seems he's going to
have "a feast fit for a king"?
Ingenious!
See, you can be intelligent
when I put your mind to it. Sign.
(MUTTERS)
Mr Wegg about?
(SLURRING) Oh, wait there, Inspector,
there was something
he told me not to tell you.
- What was it?
- (DOOR CLOSES)
No, sorry, I... It's gone...
(HICCUPPING)
(GROANS)
Off somewhere, Mr Wegg?
How is it that you're in possession
of cognac stolen from the vessel,
the Sainte Marie,
which docked here on Christmas Eve?
(GROANS) The pain, terrimenjous, it is.
Ow, the agony of it!
Perhaps you'd be more comfortable
in the station?
I bought it off a Froggy sailor.
I never knew it was snide!
- Where?
- The docks.
So, you were at the docks
the night Jacob Marley was murdered?
A man you were indebted to.
What's that got to do with brandy?
Did Marley see you with it?
Perhaps you thought he'd report you?
You panicked and lashed out at him?
It wouldn't be the first time
you've used violence, would it?
Pa's late.
BOB: Hello, hello.
- Hooray, he's back!
- Arr, get off me, ye scurvy dog.
I've kept your food warm.
Good news or bad?
Bad.
He wants me to work late,
every night for the same money.
(SIGHS) What's the good news?
I still have a job.
(BOB SIGHS)
My sister's delighted with your visit,
Sir Leicester.
She hides her delight very well.
She's extremely shy
in betraying her emotions
with a gentleman
as distinguished as you.
So I would not make a fool of myself,
were I to pursue an interest?
She'd be thrilled to see you again, sir!
Good night.
HONORIA: For the last time,
I am marrying Captain Hawdon
and that is the end of it.
What kind of marriage will you have
to a penniless soldier
compared to one with a wealthy baronet?
A kind I fear you'll never know.
A happy one.
Right. (SIGHS) Well, if that's all...
It isn't.
You've only given me half a statement.
That's all I can remember.
Perhaps a night in the cells
might jog your memory.
I did see Marley.
Briefly. And he wasn't alone.
- Who was with him?
- Gent. Distinguished sort.
Seemed him and Marley
had some sort of a set-to.
Don't know what about. Left 'em to it.
Any other details about this "gent"?
Well, it was dark.
But as he passes me,
I see something glint
in the dim glow of a lamp.
I remember now.
What was it?
A badge. Flower-shaped.
Reddish hue, I believe.
And Marley said a name.
Barney? Barnaby or something?
Barnaby?
- Hold up, no, not tonight.
- Well, I have to. You know I do.
Here. I don't want it crumpled.
A gent gave it me.
Proper surprise and all,
'cause he ain't the sort
to give a girl a rose.
Well, maybe you don't know him
as well as you think.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(LAUGHS) I should go.
Ah!
A game of three-in-one before you do.
Whoever downs the most wins the money.
On the count of three.
One, two, three.
(COUGHS)
I'm out. I'm out.
After you.
(CLAPS)
(EXHALES)
(POURING DRINKS)
(COMPEYSON COUGHING)
You... You can pull out, Pocket.
Just say the word.
Pour.
One, two, three!
(ALL LAUGHING)
(COUGHS)
Bravo, cousin!
Damn you, sir.
- ARTHUR: Bravo.
- Fair play.
How about we double it
with a game of dares?
Well, that's if you're up to it, Pocket?
More than up to it!
(ALL LAUGH)
BUCKET: Barbary!
You don't have to
go through with this, Pocket.
No, no, no, I am a man of my word!
I accepted a dare, so a dare it is!
Good man. Your choice. Anything.
Anything?
(CHUCKLES)
(ALL CHUCKLING)
- You're both insane.
- (BOTH LAUGH)
Heads.
- You first, Compeyson.
- (LAUGHS)
- (EXHALES)
- ARTHUR: Go on, Compeyson, old chap.
MATTHEW: Ready.
Set.
(BOTH CHEER)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Ready, Pocket?
Ready!
(ARTHUR WHOOPS)
MATTHEW: Ahhh! Ahhh! Help!
- Help!
- Compeyson!
MATTHEW: Compeyson!
ARTHUR: Help him, Compeyson!
MATTHEW: Compeyson!
(GROANS)
(PANTS)
I don't know what to say.
Another second...
You scared us out of our wits, Pocket.
You saved my life.
I can't thank you enough!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
The least I could do.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)