Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 8 - Episode #1.8 - full transcript

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

COMPEYSON: Havisham.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Havisham.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Arthur.

I know you're there.

(RECEDING FOOTSTEPS)

You're going to need new breaches,

if we're going to impress Mr Gradgrind
when he comes over for dinner next week.

Yes, dear.



You know, Bumble,

life...

sometimes deals us such cruel blows.

Surely we two hard working,

good Christian souls deserve better.

MR BUMBLE: Our reward
will be in heaven, my sweet.

If you manage to persuade Mr Gradgrind

that you are worthy of promotion,

you might find reward enough
here on Earth.

(DOOR OPENS)

Is Mr Barbary at home, miss?

He's gone to church with my sister.

Can I give him a message?

No message.



Thank you.

Oh, James, what happened?

I walked into a fist.

Oh.

Mr Wegg.

I'm glad I caught you.

You can make a donation
to the local ragged school.

About the same amount
as the cost of a crate of brandy.

Four sovs!

Daylight robbery.

Here you are then, like for like.

Silas.

Bah.

(CHUCKLES) Someone got out of
bed the wrong side this morning.

SILAS: Someone wishes he hadn't
got out of bed at all.

Sore?

Not as sore as the chap who lost.

I took him for every penny.

Well, I was going
to ask you to meet Father,

but you can't see him like this.

He'll think the man I'm going to marry
is a gambling, drunken street fighter.

This man sounds like
a terrible influence.

I don't know why you stay with him.

Mmm, the thought had
crossed my mind several times.

He's unreliable.

He's unpredictable.

(HONORIA GIGGLES)

Unashamed.

(WOMAN GASPS)

I'll see you after Bible class.

A wonderful service as always, Vicar.

I do so enjoy a rousing...

(SINGS) #All things bright and... #

You know what this means, don't you?

- A new waistcoat?
- A thinner Bumble.

Until the dinner with Mr Gradgrind

not a piece of pie, a crumb of cake
or a morsel of muffin

shall pass your lips.

- It was a lovely service.
- Thank you so much.

MATTHEW: Compeyson.

Pocket.

Miss Havisham.

You recovered after last night?

Yes, thank you.

Recovered from what?

I'm afraid I persuaded your cousin to
drink more than perhaps he should have.

You were drunk?

- A little.
- My fault entirely.

You hardly put a pistol to my head.

Perhaps Mr Compeyson
could join us, for Sunday lunch.

If it suits him.

- And Arthur of course.
- Lf you can rouse him.

He was dead to the world
when I called earlier.

You, cousin, drunk?

I had no idea you had it in you.

I am a man of many secrets

and hidden depths.

Dear Matthew, you're far too honest
to conceal anything from anyone.

I do apologise for this intrusion
on the Sabbath, sir.

Inspector Bucket of the Detective.

Yeah, I saw you in church,
or rather, heard you.

A fine baritone, Inspector.

Oh, bless you, sir,

and you're an excellent tenor.

I dare say, I'm not the first
to pass comment on it.

Well, ah, now that you mention it, no.
(CHUCKLES)

Good for the soul, singing,

don't you find?

Indeed.

Forgive me

for admiring this portrait, Mr Barbary.

Most impressive.

Tell me,

the flower in the lady's brooch,

would it be a geranium?

My late wife's favourite.

I'm no horticulturist myself

but Mrs Bucket is a keen gardener.

You wear something similar
if I'm not mistaken.

A badge, yes.

Why do you ask?

A gentleman wearing such an item
and matching your description

was seen down by the dockside
on Christmas Eve.

The night Jacob Marley was murdered.

A witness saw you having an altercation
with the murder victim

and a man you owed money to.

Mr Marley had his wallet stolen

and only two days later

Mr Scrooge has confirmed

you paid off part of your debt.

Perhaps you could tell me

where you found the money
that enabled you to do this.

Such is my financial desperation,

I was forced to sell
my late wife's engagement ring.

I burn with the

shame of my betrayal of her.

I used the money from the sale
to pay a part of my debt.

This debt was the cause
of your altercation with Mr Marley?

He increased the interest on it
threefold as a penalty for late payment.

He appeared to take
great pleasure in my plight, which,

angered me.

What time would this be?

Possibly, eight or nine o'clock.

You can't be more precise?

No, I'm afraid I can't.

The ring.

Who did you sell it to?

I'd heard about this nefarious character
operating at the docks.

He sadly lived down to his reputation.
Arch, obsequious, avaricious.

EDWARD: Typical of his type,
I imagine.

- (COINS CLINK)
- Nancy. How much you want for her?

Depends how much you're attached to her.

I'd say a great deal.

What with taking her
for a picnic and such like.

There's L5, there.

(FAGIN SCOFFS)

Very droll, Bill, very droll.

- Fifty.
- Devil take you, Fagin,

- because if he don't, I will.
- I only have

Nancy's best interests at heart.

That is my offer. Take it or leave it.

Father?

What's happened?

Diamond cluster.
Very nice piece as I recall.

Then what happened?

He went his way, I went mine.

BUCKET: You told me
you came straight here from the pub.

You made no mention of
meeting anyone at the docks that night.

Why should I?
It was just a bit of business.

A bit of business
where a murder happened to take place.

And you were there.

Coincidence, Inspector.

Nothing more, nothing less.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- (ARTHUR GASPS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MATTHEW: Arthur?

Oh, cousin, thank God it's you.

Who were you expecting?

- Where are you going?
- I don't know.

Anywhere.

As far away from here as possible.

Why?

I've made a dreadful mistake.

This is all a mess... (VOICE BREAKING)
It's all a complete mess.

What is?

I've got myself
into a situation with someone

that I can't see a way out of.

With whom?

Do you want me to speak to this person?

No. You don't know what he's like.

He's a monster.

(WHISPERING) The devil.

Who is?

A name, Arthur. What's his name?

- ARTHUR: It's...
- Pocket?

Didn't know you were here.

I see you've had better luck
in waking Arthur than I did.

Good God, man, you look terrible.

Arthur's in a spot
of trouble, Compeyson.

With whom, Arthur?

Oh, no.

Don't tell me.
Is it that fiend of a money lender.

Scrooge. That was it.

(SIGHS)

My dear Arthur.

What did I tell you, hmm?

Never get involved with these people.

Allow me to settle your debt.

Whatever it takes.

Well that's very decent of you,
Compeyson.

Isn't it, Arthur?

I've asked Compeyson to
Satis House for Sunday lunch.

Please say you'll join us.

Amelia would love to see you
and then perhaps you can get this

dreadful character out of your mind.

Excellent idea.

What do you say?

Yes. Excellent.

- Lunch at 1:00.
- Of course.

How quickly you forget how low you
were when your father's will was read.

The day will come

when you can't thank me enough.

You stand to profit too.

I'm not the one who's desperate
to claw back his dignity though, am I?

Am I?

Just remember, I know your secret.

Oh!

Oh!

God bless us and save us, Inspector,
you scared the wits out of me.

I hadn't realised my appearance
was so unsettling.

Well, with a murderer on the loose,
I'm a bundle of nerves, see.

Perhaps you need
something to steady you.

Yeah, catching
the killer, that'll do it.

We're doing everything we can,
I assure you.

Yeah. Well in the meantime, I'm...

I'm gonna take your advice
and make do with a shot of gin.

Cuckoo, Silas.

You've got no home to go to, Mrs Gamp?

We're closed.

I've come to
see about that leg of yourn

and I don't want to spend
any more time at home than I have to.

I don't feel safe there any more.

Last night, I lay awake all night long
and I said to myself,

"Sairey, you know what you should do?

"You should take a leaf
out of Silas's book."

What leaf?

Well, here you are,
cool as a cowcumber,

and not a care that you're
disposed to vulnerability.

All on your own,
all night long, just like me.

Oh, I've managed alone all these years

so no reason I shan't
continue in the same manner.

Well I, hope you do, dearie.

I hope the same fate don't befall you
as befell

some poor wretch, only the other day.

- What fate?
- Oh.

I might need a Dutch courage
to tell such a tale.

Better make it a double Dutch.

(BARKING)

Jip, stop that.

- (GROWLING)
- Mary, could you take him?

(BARKING)

If only he could talk, he may explain

why he barks at the man who rescued him.

If only.

(DOOR CLOSES)

To Mr Compeyson,

without whom some of us
literally wouldn't be here.

AMELIA: Mr Compeyson.

There's someone else I'd like to toast.

Someone who's

unaware how much he means to me.

Because I tell him all to rarely.

So, I'd like to tell him now that

I'm proud to have him back here
at Satis House.

As it should be.
As I hope it always will be.

To Arthur.

To Arthur.

Now that you've spoken with Mr Fagin,
I trust this is the end of the matter.

I'm afraid not, sir.

- Although Mr...
- (DOOR OPENING)

- Papa?
- My daughter

is fully aware
of the situation, Inspector.

I wish nothing else to be kept from her.

Please continue.

Very well, sir.

Although Mr Fagin has confirmed

what you've told me,

he's hardly a reliable witness.

Would you say that
I'm a reliable witness, Inspector?

What proof to do you need to
persuade you of my father's innocence?

BUCKET: Something that places him here

between nine and half past ten o'clock
on Christmas Eve.

FRANCES: Some carol singers
came to the door.

I didn't want to encourage them but
father insisted on giving them money.

You seem like a good
Christian young lady, Miss Barbary,

but forgive me,

while I was at Mr Fagin's,

you could have entered
this information in order to

corroborate your father's story.

FRANCES: But the ink is bone dry,

faded exactly as the other entries.

Perhaps you could speak
to the carol singers.

They're from the local Sunday school.
They'll vouch for him.

I may just do that, miss.

My dear Frances.

If ever I accuse you again of parsimony,

you have my full permission
to chastise me.

You've hardly said a word
since you arrived.

Arthur, please,
I thought we were friends again.

(MATTHEW LAUGHING
FROM OTHER ROOM)

I believe you've come to know
Mr Compeyson quite well.

Well enough in the few times
our paths have crossed.

Why?

Can I trust his interest
in the brewery is genuine?

He's told me

he sees it as a great opportunity.

So, I'd be foolish to spurn him?

Arthur.

I can trust him?

Completely.

These are based on initial ideas

that Amelia and I have discussed.

If you'd cast a look.

Impressive.

Glad you think so.

I meant your act.

Act? I don't follow.

It's not the brewery
you're interested in.

It's Miss Havisham.

You're in love with her.

Forgive me, Pocket, I didn't...

I didn't mean to embarrass you.

Is it so obvious?

To me it is, not to her.

No matter how many rooftops
you risk your life leaping across,

she sees you as nothing more than

her little dog.

A loyal, faithful friend.

But,

it can change.

You, can change it.

How?

Who is it she's looked up to
most in her life?

Her father.

And was it not his intention
for you to travel the world,

become a self-made man?

It was.

Then become that man. Go to America.

Make your fortune.
Prove yourself to her.

You'll return as a man who has

worked his way up from nothing
to become a success in his own right.

Then,

will she see you as so much more than

good old cousin Matthew.

This poor fella, struck with
a misfortune like yourself,

he's on his way upstairs
to retire to bed

when he slips and falls to the bottom.

Slam goes his head on the floor.

More a tale of misfortune
than a tale of horror.

Oh, no, Silas.
That weren't the end of it.

He lays there all night long

helpless as a baby.

Next morning, he comes round to find

he's only got half his face left.

The other half

has been gnawed away

by rats.

And it was his good half, and all.

No rats here, Mrs Gamp,
so I'm safe as houses.

That's what this fella thought.

Rats are everywhere.

Every crook and nanny, look, see, see,
one watching us now.

'Course,

if you had a companion
residing here, someone,

to watch over you, nurse you, feed you,

such a terrible fate
you wouldn't likely meet.

Well...

Mmm.

Now me nerves are settled,
I'll say "Ta-da," dearie.

Sleep well.

Here you are.

Been looking for you everywhere.

Arthur's still annoyed with me,
I can tell.

But at least he came, which seemed
impossible a matter of weeks ago.

Thanks to you.

- Amelia, I have...
- No I...

Let me say this.

I'm so happy you agreed
to help, Matthew.

Father always used to say you were
the most loyal member of the family.

And you've proved it.

How blessed I am
to have two of the most

faithful companions in the whole world.

Amelia.

I hope you can find it in your heart to
forgive me for what I am about to say.

I have decided to keep to my
original plan to travel.

- I don't understand.
- I'm so sorry.

But we've made plans for the brewery.

You were so full of enthusiasm
and now you're leaving.

It is, after all,
what your father intended for me.

- I know, but even so...
- lf I can be

half the man he was, then I'd be happy.

Making something of myself in America

is the only way
I can hope to achieve that.

Trust me.

I'll return a better man.

A richer man.

A man who I hope

one day will prove worthy
of your respect.

(RUSTLING)

(SQUEAKS)

(SNORING)

(GRUNTING)

What are you doing?

Removing the threat to our plan.

(LAUGHS)

- (DOG SNARLS)
- Argh!

Mr Compeyson, I'm mortified.

I'm fine, really.

Should I fetch a doctor?

I really am all right,
Miss Havisham, besides

we don't want to make
Pocket miss his train.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Your father gave this to me
when I was nine.

He said it would bring me good luck.

- No, I couldn't...
- No, keep it.

Until I return.

And then, perhaps, it will bring
both of us luck.

Go home, Arthur.

Where you belong.

For me.

Be assured, Pocket,
I shall take great care of her.

You don't have to go, Arthur.

Now that we're alone, Miss Havisham,

your cousin asked me to keep
a protective eye on you in his absence.

I'm sure he meant well, Mr Compeyson.

I assure you,
I require no such protection.

(CHUCKLES)

That's precisely what I told him.

Forgive the late hour, Mr Barbary.

I was about to retire.

Unless you'd care for a night cap.

Thank you, no, though you may
need a stiff drink

when you learn why I'm here.

I've just received word from the agent.

It seems the ship left

but without your stock.

What?

The administrators came on board
as she was about to sail

and seized it.

All of it?

Every single roll
of silk, cotton, and hemp.

There's nothing left.

(DOOR OPENING)

I can't seem to find Jip, miss.

I've searched everywhere.

Well, look again. I'll come with you.

(DOG SQUEALING)

(SPLASHES)

And then there were none.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)