Little Dorrit (2008): Season 1, Episode 13 - Episode #1.13 - full transcript
After Mrs. General rejects his proposal of marriage, subsequently giving her notice, Mr. Dorrit falls spectacularly apart at Mrs. Merdle's masked ball, thinking he is back in the Marshalsea, and delivering a humiliating outburst to that effect. Soon afterward he passes away, as does Frederick, seemingly out of grief for his brother, and Amy returns to London, where she is given a home by Fanny and Edmund. Arthur seeks out Miss Wade for news of Rigaud's whereabouts. She cannot help, but explains that she is an orphan, hence her patronage of Tattycoram, and that she was slighted in love by Henry Gowan. She had intended to pay Rigaud to kill him but drew back. After another unsuccessful effort to warn his mother about Rigaud,Arthur bumps into Amy, who wounds him by saying she wished they had never met. That evening Mr. Merdle's doctor is summonsed to a bath-house where the 'marvel of the age' has committed suicide.
I've found out something for you about
Miss Wade. She is in Whitstable, sir.
I'd get down there quick, if I was you,
before they're off again.
You have no further business to be
here. I'm a gentleman of property.
A friend of Mr Merdle! I will not
tolerate this treatment, Madam.
Do you know who I am?
Tell me that again, and
I'll take the poker to you! No!
I've decided to return to Italy.
My dear Mrs General...
Dear lovely Mrs General... I appear
to have been so little expected.
Perhaps I should apologise
for coming back at all.
I demand to be treated with respect!
A very handsome testimonial,
offered with great delicacy,
and graciously received.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Are you still sleeping, Father?
What? No, no. No, I am wide awake.
What time is it? Nearly 12.
Nearly 12?
Why didn't you wake me before?
What will they think of me? There's
nothing to hurry for, Father.
You can rest.
You've had a long, tiring journey.
Where are we, Amy?
Why, in Venice, Father.
Oh, yes.
I knew that.
Mrs General's here?
She is here.
She is well? Yes, she is very well.
Would you like me to
bring her to you, Father?
If she pleases.
I'm so glad to have you back,
Father.
Yes. Well, run along now.
My dear Madam...
Dear Mrs General...
Dearest Hortensia...
Er, perhaps not.
In vain have I struggled
to resist your charms.
My dear Mr Dorrit!
Thank you. You are quite rested,
I trust, after your arduous journey?
Very well, I thank you. And you
left Mrs Sparkler well and happy?
Mrs Sparkler?
Your daughter, Fanny?
Oh, yes, of course, I know that.
Very well, very happy.
And a married woman now. Indeed.
And it seems to suit her.
And why shouldn't it now?
It is the blissful state
the Almighty intended for us.
Even those of us perhaps
a little more advanced in years.
Sir, to what are you alluding?
Have you not heard
the old saying, Madam,
that one wedding
tends to bring on another?
Oh, Mr Dorrit. I cannot
imagine what you're implying!
Mrs General, I believe you can!
I adore you!
Oh, no, no, no, Sir! No, decorum!
No, no, Sir! Ah, Hortensia!
No, I beg you, sir. Desist!
This is not the way!
Mr Dorrit will forgive me if
I ask leave to continue this
interesting conversation
at another time,
when we've had the opportunity
to collect ourselves.
In the meantime, he will allow me
to withdraw for the present.
But we may resume
this interesting conversation,
this very interesting conversation,
at another time very soon?
Mr Dorrit must ever claim
my homage and obedience.
What is this place?
It's the Palazzo Fiume.
Mrs Merdle's residence in Venice.
Oh, yes,
but Mrs General, why are we here?
It's Mrs Merdle's
farewell ball, Papa,
before she goes back to London.
Of course, I knew that.
Ah! Mr Dorrit, Miss Dorrit,
Mrs General!
I am positively charmed
to see you here!
Mr Dorrit, do you know
the Marchese di Poggibonsi?
You are welcome, sir.
And the Comtesse de Cannes?
You are welcome, Madame,
to my humble quarters.
Mr Dorrit, surely it is for me
to welcome my guests, not you!
But I am charmed,
positively charmed!
And how did you
find the happy couple?
The happy couple, ma'am?
Why, my son, Edmund Sparkler,
and your lovely daughter, Fanny!
Fanny's a dancer, you know.
They think I don't know, but I do.
These people,
they shouldn't be here now!
The gate will be locked!
My dear, Mr Dorrit, what gate? Amy!
Will you go and see if Chivery
is on the lock tonight?
I don't feel quite myself.
I am here, Father.
No, no! Send for Chivery! I can't be
got up the stairs without Chivery!
Father!
Well, no. It's, er...
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I do so beg your pardon.
The duty devolves upon me
of welcoming you to
the Marshalsea prison!
The space is limited, but the air
is, all things considered, very good.
It blows over the Surrey hills.
Blows over the Surrey hills.
Those who are habituated
to the Marshalsea
are pleased to call me its Father.
Indeed, I am accustomed
to be complemented by strangers
as the Father of the Marshalsea.
Father!
My child, ladies and gentlemen.
Born here!
Bred here!
My daughter!
Child of an unfortunate father.
Unfortunate, but always a gentleman!
And in recognition
of my humble endeavours
to uphold a tone
within these walls,
it has become the not infrequent
custom for my personal admirers
to leave some small testimonial...
in pecuniary form,
generally speaking,
in my child's name,
if not in my own.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
God bless you all!
Oh, Amy, Amy.
I don't know what's happening...
What's... What's...
What's happening to me?
DOOR OPENS
Mrs General wants a word, Amy.
Well, William, old pal.
My plans have changed
unexpectedly, Miss Dorrit.
There are two young ladies in
Cheltenham who need my services.
Please convey my very
best wishes to your papa
and my hope that he will
make a speedy recovery.
Goodbye.
Has Tip gone out, Amy?
Yes, Father.
Amy, I want you to take my
gold watch to the pawnbroker.
See what you can raise on it.
And my rings, and my silver buttons.
Will you? Yes, Father, if you like.
Good girl.
I won't let you starve, Amy.
I know, Father.
Good girl. Good girl.
Dear girl.
I think he's gone.
Oh, my brother!
Oh, William, William.
You to go before me.
To go all alone.
Why would it not have been me?
Nobody would have missed me!
Uncle!
Dear uncle, spare yourself.
Spare me!
You've watched too long.
I'll stay with him, you go and rest.
I'll keep him company.
At least I...
I won't embarrass him any more,
or shame him now.
You go...you go and rest.
HE SOBS
Poor Pa. Absolutely.
Very sad. Tragic.
He had so little time to enjoy
his exalted position in society.
Absolutely. Quite.
Saddest thing I've ever heard.
And Uncle Frederick too!
Absolutely.
He was a good old fella,
not a bit of nonsense about him.
It was a happy release, Sparkler.
He wasn't presentable.
And if you're not presentable,
then you'd much better die.
And now I suppose I shall have
to go into mourning,
and not go out in society,
and just when I bought dozens of new
dresses expressly for that purpose!
Fanny.
Yes, dear?
Where am I to live now,
do you think?
Well, why, here of course,
we can't have you taking lodgings
and letting us all down,
there's plenty of room here,
isn't there, Sparkler?
Absolutely! Acres of room here.
Be delighted, charmed and honoured,
be honoured to share it with you,
and Pa would, too,
so let's say no more about it!
Thank you, you're very kind.
I wish...
What do you wish?
Nothing, Fanny.
Sir? Does Miss Wade live here?
Yes, sir. Follow me.
Your name, sir?
Rigaud.
One moment.
I thought if I gave my real name,
you might refuse to see me.
I'm here to ask for
your help, Miss Wade.
And how do you imagine
I could help you?
In finding the man Rigaud. I have
seen you with him, Miss Wade.
I have no idea where he is now.
He may be dead for all I know.
I need to find him, Miss Wade.
My family's welfare is at stake.
Why don't you ask
your dear friend Mr Gowan?
Rigaud was his intimate friend,
was he not?
What do you know about Henry Gowan?
Should I tell you?
Would you understand, if I did?
Yes,
I think perhaps you might.
You know me as Miss Wade,
but in reality
I have no name.
I was brought up as the object
of other people's charity.
How it pleased them
to think of their kindness
to the poor orphan child.
When I came of age,
I became a governess.
Pretty Miss Wade,
clever Miss Wade, good Miss Wade,
dear Miss Wade.
They never knew
Hate is a strong word, Miss Wade.
Yes,
and I doubt it is one you have
ever had cause to use, Mr Clennam.
When Mr Gowan appeared on the scene,
he understood my feelings perfectly.
I soon began to like his society
better than anyone else's.
You fell in love with him?
He amused himself as long
as it suited his inclination,
and then he left me.
I think perhaps he never knew
how much I loved him...
..and how much I hate him now.
But he taught me one thing.
Never to let myself be
subject to a man again.
And...
Might I ask? What is your
association with Rigaud?
I paid him to find out how Gowan
treats his new plaything.
He would have killed Gowan, too,
if I'd paid him enough.
I don't know what your family's
business is with Rigaud, Mr Clennam,
but if you've crossed his path,
I don't envy you.
You say you wish to find him.
Have a care what you wish for.
'Arthur, your mother, Arthur.'
'Put it right.'
'Put it right.'
Evening. I need to speak
to my mother, Flintwinch.
She's got company.
But I dare say one more
will make no difference.
What company, Flintwinch?
You'll see. Old friends of yours.
I do have a cousin who lives
in Rochester who's rather partial
to the whole anchovy,
not just the paste.
I do particularly like the paste...
Arthur.
What's he doing here?
Hop off, before I call the peelers!
She's as lively as a cricket today!
This is Mr Clennam's home, aunt!
Former home.
But Arthur, what a surprise!
To discover us eating
cheese and anchovy paste on toast!
Yes. And a great pleasure to
see you both, but... No, thank you.
But if you don't think me rude,
I should like a brief
private word with my mother.
Of course, of course.
Stay where you are, Mrs Finching.
I ain't going nowhere.
Whatever my son has to say to
me may be said in your presence.
Would you like me to
toast you a slice, Arthur?
You were always
partial to it as a boy.
And still am, but no, thank you,
Affery, not just now.
Flora, I beg you,
would you do me the kindness
of waiting on the landing
just for a few moments only, while
I speak in confidence to my mother?
Indeed. Come on, auntie.
Up to no good, him.
You don't know what you're
talking about. Come on!
Get off!
I'm going! I'm going!
Well?
Mother, you are in danger
from this man Blandois,
or Rigaud, as his real name is.
Now, you must tell me,
what is his hold upon you?
Hold upon me?
He has no hold upon me.
What was the business
proposition that he put to you?
I decline to answer that question.
The House of Clennam conducts
its business in confidence.
You are no longer a partner
in the House of Clennam.
Our business is of
no concern to you.
How can you say that?
I'm your son still.
I'm your flesh and blood.
There is something.
There is some secret in this house.
I'm sure of it.
And it has to do
with my father's dying words.
Does Rigaud know what it is?
I have nothing to say.
I have nothing to hide.
And my conscience is clear.
I need to know what my father meant.
Now, whatever you or he have
or haven't done in the past,
I will not judge you by it.
If there is a secret,
and I do not say that there is,
has it never occurred to you that
it might be much better for you
if you never knew it?
What do you mean by that?
I have nothing else
to say on the subject.
For God's sake, Mother,
why won't you let me help you?
DISTANT THUNDER CLAPS
Get everything inside!
THUNDER
Amy? It's you!
Mr Clennam.
I should not have known you.
Why didn't you tell me
you were in London? I...
I only arrived a day or two ago.
Besides, I didn't want
to disturb you.
Little Dorrit,
you would never disturb me.
I should never be sorry to see
you, I thought you knew that.
What is it?
Oh, you're in mourning.
My father and his brother
are both dead.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
They died abroad?
Yes. In Venice.
You must miss them both very much.
Yes, I do. Of course I do.
But I think they are
both happier now.
anything can do to help?
What sort of help do you
imagine I might need?
I have no need of money now.
I have no need to seek work.
I am a lady now, and it is my
business to do nothing all day.
You seem to be...
Are you... Are you angry with me,
Little Dorrit? What is it?
We used to be such good friends,
you and I. What's the matter?
Little Dorrit.
Don't call me that,
I am not a child!
You used to love to be
called by that name.
Not any more.
Not by you.
But we can still be friends.
I hoped that we could be.
But I am not sure that
we can any more...not now.
Not as we were before. Why not?
I don't understand! Don't you?
Do you know? I sometimes wish that
you'd never come to the Marshalsea.
That I'd never met you.
That none of this
had ever happened.
I was happy as I was.
Don't follow me. Good night.
What is it, my dearest love?
I am so bored I could scream.
If I did not know that
the longest day is past,
I should feel certain that this
is the longest day of my life.
My dear, I think you
must have the fidgets!
The Fidgets! Oh, don't, Sparkler!
My adorable girl!
Try your aromatic vinegar.
I have often seen my mother try it,
and it always seemed to refresh her.
And she is, as you know,
a remarkably fine woman.
Ah, good gracious!
This is beyond all patience!
Mr Merdle! Papa in law!
Evening, governor! How's tricks?
I've been out for a stroll.
Oh, how very nice! Have you dined?
Ah no, not exactly.
I was to have dined in the City,
but I didn't feel inclined.
I looked in at the club,
and I drank a bottle of wine.
A busy man like yourself should
look after yourself better!
Loss of appetite is a serious thing.
You mustn't let yourself get ill,
you know.
Oh. I am well enough.
I am as well as I want to be.
I gather there has been some delay
in arranging poor Papa's property.
Yes. That is so.
There has been a delay.
It's of no consequence, of course.
My only anxiety is that Mrs General
shouldn't get anything.
She won't get anything.
I'm delighted to hear it.
I wonder if you could lend
me a penknife. A penknife!
Yes. I seem to have mislaid mine.
Of course! Edmund, open the mother
of pearl box on the table,
and take out the mother of pearl
penknife. Carefully, now!
He's ever so clumsy!
I think I can manage this.
There you are, governor. Oh.
Thank you.
Yes, that'll do.
You haven't got one with a
darker handle, by any chance?
I don't believe we have, Papa in law.
Well, no matter. This'll do.
Well.
Good night.
Are you going out again, sir?
Yes. I'm going out again.
KNOCKING ON DOOR
MORE KNOCKING
LOUD KNOCKING
What the devil is all
this noise about?
What do you want? Who are you?
Begging your pardon, Doctor.
I'm from the warm baths
round the corner.
Will you come, sir? Come where?
Why should I, man?
To the baths, sir.
He left this note, sir. It's got
your name and address on it.
I'll come down.
Do you know the gentleman?
One of our regulars, sir.
Never gave his name.
Never said a word, in fact, but he
was always polite and well behaved.
Good God.
You'll be all right, Mrs M, as long
as you remember your Ps and Qs.
Oh, Mr Clennam!
Mr Clennam! Come quick!
Quick,sir. We might be able to get away
before they come in. Who?
You say you have power over me.
Prove it!
Come here, you sugary swindler!
Are you all right, Amy?
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Miss Wade. She is in Whitstable, sir.
I'd get down there quick, if I was you,
before they're off again.
You have no further business to be
here. I'm a gentleman of property.
A friend of Mr Merdle! I will not
tolerate this treatment, Madam.
Do you know who I am?
Tell me that again, and
I'll take the poker to you! No!
I've decided to return to Italy.
My dear Mrs General...
Dear lovely Mrs General... I appear
to have been so little expected.
Perhaps I should apologise
for coming back at all.
I demand to be treated with respect!
A very handsome testimonial,
offered with great delicacy,
and graciously received.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Are you still sleeping, Father?
What? No, no. No, I am wide awake.
What time is it? Nearly 12.
Nearly 12?
Why didn't you wake me before?
What will they think of me? There's
nothing to hurry for, Father.
You can rest.
You've had a long, tiring journey.
Where are we, Amy?
Why, in Venice, Father.
Oh, yes.
I knew that.
Mrs General's here?
She is here.
She is well? Yes, she is very well.
Would you like me to
bring her to you, Father?
If she pleases.
I'm so glad to have you back,
Father.
Yes. Well, run along now.
My dear Madam...
Dear Mrs General...
Dearest Hortensia...
Er, perhaps not.
In vain have I struggled
to resist your charms.
My dear Mr Dorrit!
Thank you. You are quite rested,
I trust, after your arduous journey?
Very well, I thank you. And you
left Mrs Sparkler well and happy?
Mrs Sparkler?
Your daughter, Fanny?
Oh, yes, of course, I know that.
Very well, very happy.
And a married woman now. Indeed.
And it seems to suit her.
And why shouldn't it now?
It is the blissful state
the Almighty intended for us.
Even those of us perhaps
a little more advanced in years.
Sir, to what are you alluding?
Have you not heard
the old saying, Madam,
that one wedding
tends to bring on another?
Oh, Mr Dorrit. I cannot
imagine what you're implying!
Mrs General, I believe you can!
I adore you!
Oh, no, no, no, Sir! No, decorum!
No, no, Sir! Ah, Hortensia!
No, I beg you, sir. Desist!
This is not the way!
Mr Dorrit will forgive me if
I ask leave to continue this
interesting conversation
at another time,
when we've had the opportunity
to collect ourselves.
In the meantime, he will allow me
to withdraw for the present.
But we may resume
this interesting conversation,
this very interesting conversation,
at another time very soon?
Mr Dorrit must ever claim
my homage and obedience.
What is this place?
It's the Palazzo Fiume.
Mrs Merdle's residence in Venice.
Oh, yes,
but Mrs General, why are we here?
It's Mrs Merdle's
farewell ball, Papa,
before she goes back to London.
Of course, I knew that.
Ah! Mr Dorrit, Miss Dorrit,
Mrs General!
I am positively charmed
to see you here!
Mr Dorrit, do you know
the Marchese di Poggibonsi?
You are welcome, sir.
And the Comtesse de Cannes?
You are welcome, Madame,
to my humble quarters.
Mr Dorrit, surely it is for me
to welcome my guests, not you!
But I am charmed,
positively charmed!
And how did you
find the happy couple?
The happy couple, ma'am?
Why, my son, Edmund Sparkler,
and your lovely daughter, Fanny!
Fanny's a dancer, you know.
They think I don't know, but I do.
These people,
they shouldn't be here now!
The gate will be locked!
My dear, Mr Dorrit, what gate? Amy!
Will you go and see if Chivery
is on the lock tonight?
I don't feel quite myself.
I am here, Father.
No, no! Send for Chivery! I can't be
got up the stairs without Chivery!
Father!
Well, no. It's, er...
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I do so beg your pardon.
The duty devolves upon me
of welcoming you to
the Marshalsea prison!
The space is limited, but the air
is, all things considered, very good.
It blows over the Surrey hills.
Blows over the Surrey hills.
Those who are habituated
to the Marshalsea
are pleased to call me its Father.
Indeed, I am accustomed
to be complemented by strangers
as the Father of the Marshalsea.
Father!
My child, ladies and gentlemen.
Born here!
Bred here!
My daughter!
Child of an unfortunate father.
Unfortunate, but always a gentleman!
And in recognition
of my humble endeavours
to uphold a tone
within these walls,
it has become the not infrequent
custom for my personal admirers
to leave some small testimonial...
in pecuniary form,
generally speaking,
in my child's name,
if not in my own.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
God bless you all!
Oh, Amy, Amy.
I don't know what's happening...
What's... What's...
What's happening to me?
DOOR OPENS
Mrs General wants a word, Amy.
Well, William, old pal.
My plans have changed
unexpectedly, Miss Dorrit.
There are two young ladies in
Cheltenham who need my services.
Please convey my very
best wishes to your papa
and my hope that he will
make a speedy recovery.
Goodbye.
Has Tip gone out, Amy?
Yes, Father.
Amy, I want you to take my
gold watch to the pawnbroker.
See what you can raise on it.
And my rings, and my silver buttons.
Will you? Yes, Father, if you like.
Good girl.
I won't let you starve, Amy.
I know, Father.
Good girl. Good girl.
Dear girl.
I think he's gone.
Oh, my brother!
Oh, William, William.
You to go before me.
To go all alone.
Why would it not have been me?
Nobody would have missed me!
Uncle!
Dear uncle, spare yourself.
Spare me!
You've watched too long.
I'll stay with him, you go and rest.
I'll keep him company.
At least I...
I won't embarrass him any more,
or shame him now.
You go...you go and rest.
HE SOBS
Poor Pa. Absolutely.
Very sad. Tragic.
He had so little time to enjoy
his exalted position in society.
Absolutely. Quite.
Saddest thing I've ever heard.
And Uncle Frederick too!
Absolutely.
He was a good old fella,
not a bit of nonsense about him.
It was a happy release, Sparkler.
He wasn't presentable.
And if you're not presentable,
then you'd much better die.
And now I suppose I shall have
to go into mourning,
and not go out in society,
and just when I bought dozens of new
dresses expressly for that purpose!
Fanny.
Yes, dear?
Where am I to live now,
do you think?
Well, why, here of course,
we can't have you taking lodgings
and letting us all down,
there's plenty of room here,
isn't there, Sparkler?
Absolutely! Acres of room here.
Be delighted, charmed and honoured,
be honoured to share it with you,
and Pa would, too,
so let's say no more about it!
Thank you, you're very kind.
I wish...
What do you wish?
Nothing, Fanny.
Sir? Does Miss Wade live here?
Yes, sir. Follow me.
Your name, sir?
Rigaud.
One moment.
I thought if I gave my real name,
you might refuse to see me.
I'm here to ask for
your help, Miss Wade.
And how do you imagine
I could help you?
In finding the man Rigaud. I have
seen you with him, Miss Wade.
I have no idea where he is now.
He may be dead for all I know.
I need to find him, Miss Wade.
My family's welfare is at stake.
Why don't you ask
your dear friend Mr Gowan?
Rigaud was his intimate friend,
was he not?
What do you know about Henry Gowan?
Should I tell you?
Would you understand, if I did?
Yes,
I think perhaps you might.
You know me as Miss Wade,
but in reality
I have no name.
I was brought up as the object
of other people's charity.
How it pleased them
to think of their kindness
to the poor orphan child.
When I came of age,
I became a governess.
Pretty Miss Wade,
clever Miss Wade, good Miss Wade,
dear Miss Wade.
They never knew
Hate is a strong word, Miss Wade.
Yes,
and I doubt it is one you have
ever had cause to use, Mr Clennam.
When Mr Gowan appeared on the scene,
he understood my feelings perfectly.
I soon began to like his society
better than anyone else's.
You fell in love with him?
He amused himself as long
as it suited his inclination,
and then he left me.
I think perhaps he never knew
how much I loved him...
..and how much I hate him now.
But he taught me one thing.
Never to let myself be
subject to a man again.
And...
Might I ask? What is your
association with Rigaud?
I paid him to find out how Gowan
treats his new plaything.
He would have killed Gowan, too,
if I'd paid him enough.
I don't know what your family's
business is with Rigaud, Mr Clennam,
but if you've crossed his path,
I don't envy you.
You say you wish to find him.
Have a care what you wish for.
'Arthur, your mother, Arthur.'
'Put it right.'
'Put it right.'
Evening. I need to speak
to my mother, Flintwinch.
She's got company.
But I dare say one more
will make no difference.
What company, Flintwinch?
You'll see. Old friends of yours.
I do have a cousin who lives
in Rochester who's rather partial
to the whole anchovy,
not just the paste.
I do particularly like the paste...
Arthur.
What's he doing here?
Hop off, before I call the peelers!
She's as lively as a cricket today!
This is Mr Clennam's home, aunt!
Former home.
But Arthur, what a surprise!
To discover us eating
cheese and anchovy paste on toast!
Yes. And a great pleasure to
see you both, but... No, thank you.
But if you don't think me rude,
I should like a brief
private word with my mother.
Of course, of course.
Stay where you are, Mrs Finching.
I ain't going nowhere.
Whatever my son has to say to
me may be said in your presence.
Would you like me to
toast you a slice, Arthur?
You were always
partial to it as a boy.
And still am, but no, thank you,
Affery, not just now.
Flora, I beg you,
would you do me the kindness
of waiting on the landing
just for a few moments only, while
I speak in confidence to my mother?
Indeed. Come on, auntie.
Up to no good, him.
You don't know what you're
talking about. Come on!
Get off!
I'm going! I'm going!
Well?
Mother, you are in danger
from this man Blandois,
or Rigaud, as his real name is.
Now, you must tell me,
what is his hold upon you?
Hold upon me?
He has no hold upon me.
What was the business
proposition that he put to you?
I decline to answer that question.
The House of Clennam conducts
its business in confidence.
You are no longer a partner
in the House of Clennam.
Our business is of
no concern to you.
How can you say that?
I'm your son still.
I'm your flesh and blood.
There is something.
There is some secret in this house.
I'm sure of it.
And it has to do
with my father's dying words.
Does Rigaud know what it is?
I have nothing to say.
I have nothing to hide.
And my conscience is clear.
I need to know what my father meant.
Now, whatever you or he have
or haven't done in the past,
I will not judge you by it.
If there is a secret,
and I do not say that there is,
has it never occurred to you that
it might be much better for you
if you never knew it?
What do you mean by that?
I have nothing else
to say on the subject.
For God's sake, Mother,
why won't you let me help you?
DISTANT THUNDER CLAPS
Get everything inside!
THUNDER
Amy? It's you!
Mr Clennam.
I should not have known you.
Why didn't you tell me
you were in London? I...
I only arrived a day or two ago.
Besides, I didn't want
to disturb you.
Little Dorrit,
you would never disturb me.
I should never be sorry to see
you, I thought you knew that.
What is it?
Oh, you're in mourning.
My father and his brother
are both dead.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
They died abroad?
Yes. In Venice.
You must miss them both very much.
Yes, I do. Of course I do.
But I think they are
both happier now.
anything can do to help?
What sort of help do you
imagine I might need?
I have no need of money now.
I have no need to seek work.
I am a lady now, and it is my
business to do nothing all day.
You seem to be...
Are you... Are you angry with me,
Little Dorrit? What is it?
We used to be such good friends,
you and I. What's the matter?
Little Dorrit.
Don't call me that,
I am not a child!
You used to love to be
called by that name.
Not any more.
Not by you.
But we can still be friends.
I hoped that we could be.
But I am not sure that
we can any more...not now.
Not as we were before. Why not?
I don't understand! Don't you?
Do you know? I sometimes wish that
you'd never come to the Marshalsea.
That I'd never met you.
That none of this
had ever happened.
I was happy as I was.
Don't follow me. Good night.
What is it, my dearest love?
I am so bored I could scream.
If I did not know that
the longest day is past,
I should feel certain that this
is the longest day of my life.
My dear, I think you
must have the fidgets!
The Fidgets! Oh, don't, Sparkler!
My adorable girl!
Try your aromatic vinegar.
I have often seen my mother try it,
and it always seemed to refresh her.
And she is, as you know,
a remarkably fine woman.
Ah, good gracious!
This is beyond all patience!
Mr Merdle! Papa in law!
Evening, governor! How's tricks?
I've been out for a stroll.
Oh, how very nice! Have you dined?
Ah no, not exactly.
I was to have dined in the City,
but I didn't feel inclined.
I looked in at the club,
and I drank a bottle of wine.
A busy man like yourself should
look after yourself better!
Loss of appetite is a serious thing.
You mustn't let yourself get ill,
you know.
Oh. I am well enough.
I am as well as I want to be.
I gather there has been some delay
in arranging poor Papa's property.
Yes. That is so.
There has been a delay.
It's of no consequence, of course.
My only anxiety is that Mrs General
shouldn't get anything.
She won't get anything.
I'm delighted to hear it.
I wonder if you could lend
me a penknife. A penknife!
Yes. I seem to have mislaid mine.
Of course! Edmund, open the mother
of pearl box on the table,
and take out the mother of pearl
penknife. Carefully, now!
He's ever so clumsy!
I think I can manage this.
There you are, governor. Oh.
Thank you.
Yes, that'll do.
You haven't got one with a
darker handle, by any chance?
I don't believe we have, Papa in law.
Well, no matter. This'll do.
Well.
Good night.
Are you going out again, sir?
Yes. I'm going out again.
KNOCKING ON DOOR
MORE KNOCKING
LOUD KNOCKING
What the devil is all
this noise about?
What do you want? Who are you?
Begging your pardon, Doctor.
I'm from the warm baths
round the corner.
Will you come, sir? Come where?
Why should I, man?
To the baths, sir.
He left this note, sir. It's got
your name and address on it.
I'll come down.
Do you know the gentleman?
One of our regulars, sir.
Never gave his name.
Never said a word, in fact, but he
was always polite and well behaved.
Good God.
You'll be all right, Mrs M, as long
as you remember your Ps and Qs.
Oh, Mr Clennam!
Mr Clennam! Come quick!
Quick,sir. We might be able to get away
before they come in. Who?
You say you have power over me.
Prove it!
Come here, you sugary swindler!
Are you all right, Amy?
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