Little Dorrit (2008): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript

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- Might you be interested in doing a little detective work for me?
- Name of the party?

- William Dorrit.
- Something's gone wrong with Chivery.

Can't think what it's owing to.

I'm sorry, John, but I could
never feel about you that way.

Count to five and twenty, Tatty.

I can't do it, I couldn't
forgive myself if I left them.

There's someone I care about,
but I've held back from declaring
my love. You don't know her.

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Rent day! Rent day!

It's no use hiding,
I'm going to get you! Rent day!

It's no use hiding!
Rent day! Rent day! Rent day!

Rent! Rent!

If you please, Mr Pancks.

Yes, Mrs Plornish. It's about
Mr Cavalletto. What, Italian chap,
bad leg, your lodger? Yes, sir.

Here he is, speak of the devil.

If you please, Mr Pancks, he got
to take a room of his own now,

he's earning good money at Doyce and Clennam and can pay for it.
- Says who?

Well, Mr Plornish and me,
sir, not to deceive you, sir.

What, and you'll stand
surety for him, will you?

- Well...
- The thing about references is, it is usually one person

who can't pay guaranteeing another
person who can't pay can pay.

- He say he don't think you got no money.
- Money?



Yes! Yes! You got it now, but will
you have it when rent day comes?

Yes, he will, Mr Pancks.
I'll stand surety for him.

Mr Clennam! Good morning!
Well, that's good enough for me!

You shake hands, old chap!
- He say 'e very 'appy. I mean, he says he's very happy.

Glad to hear it. Good day.

- Any news, Mr Pancks?
- Nothing definite, Mr Clennam, but I'm on the case. I'm on the scent.

I'm going to get to the bottom of
this Dorrit business or blow myself
up in the attempt.

Rent day!

Rent day!

I'll be back on Friday.

Dammit! Dan, just to say I won't be
in this morning or this afternoon.
I've an appointment out of town.

In Twickenham?

Well, yes, since you ask.

She's a lovely girl, Pet. Yes.

Dammit! Damn!

Good luck!

I thought I might meet you, if I
came this way. I'm glad you did.

I'd hoped I'd get the chance
to speak to you alone. I too.

There is something I
particularly wanted to say to you,

without anybody else being there.
Mr Clennam...

Please, let me speak first.

I've been going over and over
my speech on the way here.

It's not a long one.

Miss Meagles - Pet -

you have brought a great deal of
happiness and joy into my life.

I was struck by your beauty
when we first met in Marseilles.

And now, of course, I'd like to
think that we've become good friends.

I want to ask you
if we could be more than friends.

I want to ask you if...

you could love me.

If you would consent to be my wife.

- Oh, dear.
- I know that we haven't known each other long,

and I don't press you for
an answer now, only to consider it.

Mr Clennam...Arthur...
I thank you for your proposal,
but I can't consider it.

I gave my consent to marry Mr Gowan
this morning.

I am so sorry.

No, no!

You mustn't say that.

God bless you both!

I was so frightened to tell you.

Tell me you don't blame me.
- Blame you? Why should I blame you?

I know nobody likes him but me,

but I do love him!

I can't help it.

I'm sure you'll both
be very, very happy.

You are so good! Could I ask you
something more? Anything.

Papa will miss me so much, I know.
Will you keep him company?

Only when you can spare the time,
and Mama too,

there is no-one they like so much,
or trust so much. Of course I will.

And...and will you try to use
your influence with Papa?

If Papa thought YOU liked Henry, he
might think a little better of him.

I'll do my best. Thank you.

Thank you.

DOOR OPENS
Oh, Tatty,

would you put these in water for me,
and fetch me my shawl from upstairs?

I feel quite chilly all of a sudden.
Which d'you want me to do first?

Oh, whichever. The shawl.

Well, don't be cross, Tatty.

Anybody would think
you're not happy for me.

You can have my shawl and all my
other things when I am Mrs Gowan.

LAUGHTER
Gowan. Congratulations.

I've heard the happy news. Let me
shake you by the hand.

Thanks, Clennam.
You're a lucky man.

My dear man, Lord knows what the
dear

girl sees in me. But that's
the way the world goes, I suppose.

Mr Clennam?

Please forgive this intrusion.

I was in town, and my son, Mr Henry
Gowan, was kind enough to give me

the direction. Is Mr Gowan with you?

I asked him not to accompany me.

I wish to speak to you alone,
and in confidence.

Oh! Er, what about? Well. Forgive me,

I'm hardly in
a state to receive visitors. I, um...

Could I offer you any refreshment?
Nothing, thank you.

Mr Clennam, is she really pretty?

Er, who?
Oh, you know. This flame of Henry's.

This unfortunate fancy.

Miss...Mickles or Miggles?

Miss Meagles is very beautiful.

Men are so often
mistaken on these points.

He picked the people
up in Rome, I think?

Picked them up?
Came upon them. Found them out.

Stumbled against them. I am pretty
sure it was at Rome, no matter.

Is she very plebeian? Really, ma'am.

I am so plebeian myself,
I don't feel qualified to judge.

Very neat, very happy.

From which I infer you find
her manner equal to her looks?

- I do.
- I hope it may be so.

It is quite a blessing to be able to
speak to someone so well informed.

Henry, you know, is very contrary,

and as these Miggles people
naturally strain every nerve
to catch him,

I have very little hope of it being broken off.
- Mrs Gowan,

you have understood
the situation quite wrongly.

You think they have strained every nerve.
- Strained every nerve, yes.

But it happens to know that Mr Meagles
is very unhappy in this matter,

and has done all he can to put
obstacles between his daughter
and your son.

Of course. That's the way to catch
him.

Mr Miggles is very clever.
This is very well done, indeed!

Believe me, ma'am...

Mr Clennam, can you really be so credulous?

- This is unjust, it's a perfectly

groundless suspicion!
- Not so.

Although it seems to have
taken you in completely.

Thank you, Mr Clennam.

I am so obliged to you.

Good day.

Miss Amy. Are you all right?
Yes, thank you, John.

Are you all right?
Not so bad, thank you, Miss.

I've hardly seen you since...

I hope you're not cross with me,
John.

I could never be
cross with you, Amy.

Then we can still be friends,
and talk as we used to?

Of course we can.
If that's what you want.

Thank you, John.

- Young Chivery! Chivery, John.

Assistant turnkey?
- Yes, Mr Pancks.

Now don't take this wrong, John,
but mooning's no good.

How would you like to do Miss Dorrit a good turn?

Name it, Mr Pancks. Anything for her.

She may never be mine,
but I am always hers.

Very nice. Very poetic. Seven
o'clock this evening suit you?

Er, yes, Mr Pancks.

I'll pick you up, we'll have supper,
John and then I'll tell you more.

But till then,
not a word to anybody.

- Oh...
- Good man.

A fine day, Chivery.

Very fine, as you say, sir.

I hope there's nothing amiss
between us, Mr Chivery.

Nothing as I knows of, sir.

You know I have the highest regard
for you and for your son, John.

I should have been very happy
if, er...

and I should be very sorry
to have you think otherwise.

- Is that a fact, sir?
- It is, it is, but in matters of the heart, what can we fathers do?

We're powerless, Mr Chivery.

Powerless.

I believe you're right, sir. And there's no
hard feelings from the Chivery end of things.

If you was inclined, sir, to step out
into the forecourt just this once

and take a look at the street,
I would be happy to accommodate you,
Mr Dorrit. Really?

No, no. No, I thank you,
Mr Chivery, you're very kind.

Thank you, Mr Chivery.

Oi, mister!

Maggy! I'm going to go and see
Little Mother. D'you want to come?

I'm on my way home, Maggy. Oh, you
don't you want to see her? Well...

Yes, of course I do.
Well, come on then!

DOOR OPENS
Little Mother!

Please, little mother,

guess who I've got?
And he's waiting downstairs.

Who, Maggy? Him.

With the cake! You know!

Mr Clennam? Yeah, that's him!

I brought him to see you.

I can't see Mr Clennam today, Maggy.

Go down and tell him I have a
headache. That's not very polite.

He will understand.

I will if you tell me
a story first.

Shall it be about a Princess?

If you like.

Once upon a time there
was a princess,

and she had everything she could
wish for, and a great deal more.

Yeah, everything like lemonade and
chicken and baked potato! Shush.

Listen...

Now, near the Palace was a cottage

in which lived a poor little
tiny woman, all alone.

She was an old woman, I expect.

No, Maggy. No.

Quite a young one.

And one day the Princess
stopped at the cottage

and said to the tiny woman,
"Let me see what you keep there."

And the tiny woman
opened a very secret place,

and showed the Princess a shadow.

A shadow!

It was the shadow of someone who
had gone by many years before.

"And you keep watch over this,
every day?" said the Princess.

"Yes", said the tiny woman,

"because no-one so good

"or kind

"had ever passed
that way ever since."

And then what did the princess say?

She realised that for all of her
gold and silver and diamonds
and rubies...

..she had nothing so precious to her
as that shadow was
to that tiny woman.

That's the end of the story, Maggy.

Well, that's not much
of a story, is it?

Sorry, Maggy.
It's the best I can do today.

Here we are, Mr Chivery.

My landlord and occasional partner, Mr Rugg,
and his daughter, Miss Anastasia Rugg.

Now they have heard
of your misfortunes.

Your feelings do you credit, Mr
Chivery. May you never outlive them!

I doubt I shall, Mr Rugg.

My daughter is no stranger
to trials of the heart.

She was cruelly jilted
by a fiend in human form.

Was you, Miss?

A fiend in human form.

Baker, weren't he? A baker...

and a fiend.

Eat up, Mr Chivery.

I'm afraid I don't eat
much at present, Mr Rugg.

the plaintiff in Rugg and Hawkins,

she wasn't taking more
than ten ounces of food a week!

I think I go a little
beyond that, Mr Rugg.

Well, in your case,
there's no fiend in human form.

No, sir. Far from it.

An angel, rather.

Come, come, John. Brace up.

She wouldn't want to think you
were blubbing. Now, to details.
Let's see.

I've got a churchyard in
Bedfordshire. Who takes it?

I'll take it, Mr Pancks,
if no-one bids. That's one to you.

An enquiry in York.
I'm not good for York.

Then perhaps you
would be so obliging?

For Miss Dorrit's sake? For her
sake, Mr Pancks, I'd go anywhere.

Then you should take this one too -
a Clerk of works in Durham.

A church in London, that'll do me.

And a retired seafaring man
in Dunstable?

Done. And dusted!

Now,

let's see...

Enough! No more, Frederick.

"Tis not so sweet now
as it was before."

I cannot help but be reminded of a
world that is lost to me forever.

You're not so badly off here,
William, when you think about it.

You've got Amy to look after you.

Frederick,
how can you be so insensitive?

We'll say no more.

Amy, Mr Clennam was very
disappointed that you didn't
come down to see him this morning.

I am not sure that you appreciate,
my dear, that Mr Clennam
is a very highly valued...

is a very generous benefactor.

It would be little short
of calamitous

were he to take offence
and discontinue his visits here.

I'm sorry, Father, I was not well.
Then you could have made an effort!

Has Mr Clennam
behaved improperly towards you?

No, father, not at all.

Then in future I shall expect
you to show him every courtesy.

You may not care
for Mr Clennam's company,

but you must learn to consult
the wishes of others,
not merely your own.

Papa, Mamma, it's Tattycoram,
she's like a wild thing,
I'm frightened of her!

What are you all looking at?

I hate you, all three! I am bursting
with hate of the whole house!

Count to five and twenty,
Tattycoram!

I shan't! I can't! Five and twenty!

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight...

Oh, no, I can't do it any more!

I'm so boiling up with anger, I can't bear to spend another hour in this house!
- Tatty! Tattycoram!

I hate that name!

I fling it back at you! Who are
you to name me like a cat or a dog?

That's all I am to you,
I'd rather be dead than
spend another minute here!

I'm going away forever!
- But where would you go?

Little you care!

All you need know is, none of you
will never see me again! Goodbye!

But Tattycoram!

Ah! Damn, damn, damn...

Everything all right, old chap?

Pet is to marry Gowan.
I know her father would have
preferred it to have been you.

Well, it's done now
and there's an end of it.

Come and have a look at this,
would you?

I've always found work to
be the best cure for sorrow.

Are you there, Mr Clennam? Mr Doyce?

Mr Meagles! Whatever's the matter?
It's Tattycoram! She's left us!

Wouldn't count five and twenty,
and then took herself off!
I believe she's gone to that woman.

Miss Wade? I searched Tatty's room,
and I found this letter from her.

It gives her address.
Will you come with me?

Mr Clennam.

Mr Meagles.

May I know the cause of your
favouring me with this visit?

The cause, as I believe
you well know, is Tattycoram.

Harriet, do you mean? Is she here?

She is. She left our house
in a fit of temper.

I am sure that she regrets that now.

If you would be so good as to tell
her that we forgive her and that
we will be happy to have her back.

You may tell her so yourself,
if you will.

Harriet!

Here is your master, Harriet.

He says he's willing
to take you back to be a slave
to his pretty daughter.

You may have your droll name
again, setting you apart.

All you have to do is
beg to be forgiven.

- I say I'd die, sooner!
- There is your answer, gentlemen.

Tattycoram, for I shall
call you that name still,

you should know I meant nothing but kindness when I gave it to you.
- I don't!

Perhaps not at the moment, but you
will when you reflect upon how
this lady has poisoned your mind

against those who love you
and care for you.

Now, we're not
asking you to be penitent...

I shan't...

- I only ask you to count to five and twenty.
- I won't.

I'd be torn to pieces first.
I'd tear myself to pieces first!

I don't know what you are, you were
always a mystery to all of us,

but I believe that you take a
perverted delight

in making this
poor girl as wretched as you are!

You may insult me at your pleasure.

I am alone here.

Mr Clennam, have you any
indignities to add to your friend's?

I think we should leave now.

But, Tattycoram...

Harriet, if you ever change your
mind, you have a home to go to.

- I never shall.
- You are a wicked woman and if I...

Come along, Meagles!
We can do

no good by staying longer.

Good day, Miss Wade.

Five and twenty, Tattycoram,
five and twenty!

I've never struck a woman in my life,

but I nearly struck that woman just now!
- She enjoyed her triumph.

Yes, by God, she did. And there's
something unnatural about her.

I only pray that Tattycoram
comes to her senses and she sees her
for what she really is!

The light is going.

You shouldn't strain your eyes, Amy.

I can see very well, Mrs Clennam.
You have done enough for today.

You may tidy up and go.
Thank you, Mrs Clennam.

Yes, Flintwinch?

Mr Pancks.

Pancks?

You know him. Mr Casby's man.

What does Mr Casby's man want here?

I suppose he'll tell you,
if you'll see him.

Let him in, then.

Very nice of you to see me, ma'am.

Happening as I was to be in the
area, I thought I'd enquire

as to your health, on behalf
of my proprietor, of course.

Mr Casby knows very well that I am
not subject to changes in my health.

The only change I await
here is the great change.

Oh...

very well put, ma'am.

But you are looking
uncommonly nicely, I would say.

I bear what I have
to bear, Mr Pancks.

As you do what you have to do,
no doubt.

Thank you, ma'am.

Yes, such is my endeavour.

Miss Dorrit!

You are busy at your sewing, I see.

Tell me, does it run in the family?
I don't believe so, sir.

Now, your great uncle Ned,

he was a sailor, I believe.
Is he still with us?

He died, sir.

He died?

Well, well...

Uncle Ned...

is dead.

Mr Pancks. Was that all you wanted?

Yes, ma'am. Happening as I was
to be in the area, I...

You need not have troubled yourself.

Tell Mr Casby and his daughter
not to trouble themselves by deputy.

When they wish to see me, they know
where I am. No trouble, ma'am.

No, but you are looking
uncommonly... Thank you,
Mr Pancks. Good evening.

Good evening.

no need to come down, miss dorrit,

cos I know the road to the door!

Little Dorrit,
what do you know of that man?

Nothing, ma'am,

except I have seen him about,
and he has spoken to me.

Come here, child.

I think you have
had a very hard life.

Sometimes it has been
hard to live...

but I think not as hard
as many people find it.

That is well said.

You are a good girl,

and a grateful girl too.

Now go, Little Dorrit,

or you will be late.

You hurry up home now, Miss Amy.
It's a horrid windy evening.

Goodbye, Affery.

Good evening, madam!
Oh, my saints, who's this?

My name is Blandois,
at your service!

There are secrets
in all families, I suppose.

There are the devil's
own secrets in some families!

I used to know your father
very well, you know.

Have you made a discovery?
We rather think so.

Think what the best surprise
that could possibly happen to you.

- That could happen to me?
- Yes. What would it be?