"THUNDER RUMBLES" "HORSE WHINNIES" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Whoa, whoa!" "Silence in court!" "Now we come, not for the first time, to Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "Yes, Mr Tangle?" "As we know, m'lud, the problem with which we grapple in the case of Jarndyce and Jarndyce is that there are several wills and fragments of wills, all of them different, all of them conflicting." "Is there much more of this, Mr Tangle?" "Afraid there is..." "a variety of points." "I feel it my duty to submit..." "Ludship." "Mr Brownlow, you appear for Lady Dedlock in this matter." "Do you have any matters of urgency?" "Er..." "No,m'lud." "Ah." "I see that Mr Tulkinghorn has graced us with his presence this morning." "M'lud." "THUNDERCLAP" "Is it still raining, my love?" "Yes, my love." "Remarkable." "And I am bored to death with it." "Ah, well..." "Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life," "(bored to death with myself. )" "What was that, my love?" "Nothing..." "of consequence." "Mr Tulkinghorn will be coming soon." "Certain legal matters to discuss, he says." "Perhaps there's been a development in Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "Nothing ever happens with Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "No, well..." "JUDGE:" "Now, somewhat to my surprise, something stirs in Jarndyce." "It appears that the two young people, the wards of court who stand at the very centre of these proceedings, are with us today." "My lord, you were to hear my case today!" "Gridley, my lord." "Silence in court!" "Gridley." "I have a right to be heard, my lord." "I have waited long enough." "Quiet, sir, quiet." "Keep it down." "An application has been made for them to reside with their cousin - a Mr John Jarndyce." "Will your lordship allow me?" "The two young people are here, my lord." "And there is a third young person, my lord." "A third young person?" "Not another ward in court?" "No, m'lud." "Engaged as companion to this young lady, and seeking your lordship's approval." "Very well." "Is she here, too?" "On her way, m'lud." "Miss Barbary..." "will you tell me, who am I, exactly?" "Who are you?" "You're nobody." "You're nothing." "You're worse than nothing." "It would have been far better if you'd never been born." "Why?" "Is it because of my mother?" "Did she die because of me?" "Your mother, Esther, is your disgrace..." ".and you hers." "You're different from other children, Esther." "YOU are set apart." "THUNDER STRIKES, HORSE WHINNIES" "MEN CRY OUT" "Miss Esther Summerson?" "My name is Guppy, Miss, of Kenge and Carboys." "Allow me, Miss." "There." "Here we are." "Bring down Miss Summerson's box and follow us, my man." "Now, will you take me arm, Miss?" "We don't wanna lose ya, do we, Miss?" "DOG BARKS, VOICES CRY OUT" "Oh!" "Have a care there, sir." "I do beg your pardon." "I beg your pardon." "Are you all right?" "Quite all right, thank you." "Then no harm done." "Good day to you." "Good day, sir." "Well, Jo, how are you?" "You know me, sir." "I never vary." "I've nothing to give you now, Jo, but I'll look out for you on my way back." "You're very good, sir." "SHOP DOOR BELL RINGS" "All in order, Mr Nemo." "Very elegantly done, if I may say so." "There'll be another parcel of documents to copy tomorrow if you want it." "Jarndyce and Jarndyce makes work for us all, eh?" "Careful how you spend it now." "What's it to you how I spend it, Mr Snagsby?" "Nothing at all, I'm sure, Mr Nemo." "Good day to you." "DOOR CREAKS OPEN" "Here we are, Miss Summerson." "This is Mr Kenge's room." "Er, take this armchair by the fire, if you will." "Thank you." "Mr Kenge is in court now." "He left his compliments and would you partake of some refreshment, and look over the paper if you will." "Oh, thank you, Mr..." "Guppy." "Thank you, Mr Guppy." "Oh, not at all, Miss, I'm sure." "You're going before the Chancellor, I hear." "A claimant in Jarndyce and Jarndyce, I dare say?" "I don't know." "I don't think so." "But Mr John Jarndyce..." "There..." "MrJohnJarndyce." "Yousee?" "He's right at the heart of the case, and it is a very great case, Miss Summerson." "The most famous case in Chancery." "Gone on for many years." "Some say it will never be settled, and a great deal of money depends on it, Miss Summerson." "Hundreds of thousands." "Millions, some say." "I have heard of it, Mr Guppy, but I don't understand it at all." "It's about a will, Miss." "Or a number of 'em." "A long time ago, a man named Jarndyce made a great fortune, but he seems to have made more than one will." "So, no-one knows who should get the money, and it's been in dispute ever since." "There are lots of claimants, and the claims get passed down through the generations." "There's two young people appeared in court today and they are at the heart of it, like your Mr John Jarndyce." "They say one of 'em may get the lot, but you never know." "You may have a claim yourself, Miss Summerson, if Mr Jarndyce has sent for you." "And, may I say, I wish you the very best of good fortune, Miss Summerson." "Thank you, Mr Guppy." "Er, you see there's a looking-glass there on the wall?" "Yes?" "In case you should want to look at yourself after the journey, as you're going before the Chancellor." "Er, not that it's requisite, I'm sure." "It's very much to the contrary, if I may say so." "Oh, no." "Oh." "Mortifying." "(Mortifying. )" "It's only an ink-stain, is it not, Mr Guppy?" "That must be a regular hazard, I would have thought, in your line of business." "Don't upset yourself, I beg you." "You're very kind, Miss Summerson." "Kinder than I could have..." "Miss Summerson." "Ah, Mr Kenge." "Miss Summerson." "Shall we go before the Chancellor?" "Mortifying." "Miss Clare?" "Miss Ada Clare?" "Well, well." "You are a ward of court, Miss Clare." "Do you know what that means?" "I'm not sure that I do, sir." "You and Mr Carstone, both being orphaned, you have been placed under the jurisdiction of the court." "As claimants in the case, as direct descendents of the original John Jarndyce of Bleak House in Hertfordshire, now long deceased, you may inherit a very great deal of money, one or both of you, when this case is settled." "In the meantime, your cousin, also called John Jarndyce, also residing at Bleak House, has undertaken to take care of you." "Are you willing to go to Bleak House, Miss Clare?" "Yes, sir." "It sounds dreary to me." "Not dreary at present, my lord." "Mr Richard Carstone?" "Yes, my lord." "Do you think that you will be happy under the roof of Mr John Jarndyce of Bleak House?" "I'm sure I shall, my lord." "Though you have never met him?" "Hmm." "Mr John Jarndyce is a man of good character, I suppose?" "Of excellent character and high standing in the community, my lord." "He has the means to look after these two young people?" "No matter what the outcome of the case, he is a man of considerable means." "Is he married?" "He is not, my lord." "Hmm." "If I might remind your lordship, Mr Jarndyce provides a suitable companion for Miss Clare." "This is the young lady, Miss Summerson." "I see." "Very well." "I shall make the order." "INDISTINCT CHATTER" "Well, what a day this has been." "Only yesterday, on the old school bench construing Latin verses, today I'm Mr Richard Carstone, heir to a fortune." "So where do we go next, Miss Summerson?" "Don't YOU know?" "Not in the least." "We're like the babes in the wood." "Have you known each other very long?" "Not very long." "We met each other half an hour before we met you, Esther, but we're the best of friends already." "I'm sure all three of us shall be." "Oh!" "The wards in Jarndyce." "Very happy, I'm sure, to have the honour." "It's a good omen for youth and hope and beauty to find themselves in this place and not know what's to come of it." "I was a ward myself, you know." "Of course, my case was nothing like so grand as yours, but I expect a judgement shortly, on the Day of Judgement." "Now don't be troublesome, Miss Flite, there's a good soul." "Ah, here's your cab." "You're to lodge with Mrs Jellyby tonight." "A good soul, and a great philanthropist." "Guppy will take you." "Ah, yes, indeed." "Well, Miss Clare and Mr Carstone." "Miss Summerson." "Up we go." "We all in?" "Off we go, driver." "Walk on." "Clamb?" "Fetch the Jarndyce documents." "Going down to Chesney Wold, sir?" "Mmm." "A fine house, I understand, sir." "Very fine house, very great family." "A great privilege to serve Sir Leicester Dedlock, Clamb." "And Lady Dedlock, sir." "A great beauty in her day, sir." "Mmm, a beauty." "Not from a great family, but a beauty, as you say." "That's the world." "Fetch the papers, Clamb." "Right you are, Mr Tulkinghorn." "CHILD CRIES" "Mr Guppy, whatever's the matter?" "Don't be frightened, Miss." "One of the young Jellybys has got his head through the railings." "Oh, poor child." "Oh, never fear." "I'll pull him out, Miss Summerson." "Oh." "Move. 'Ere y'are." "CHILD WAILS" "No go." "I'll try again." "Mr Guppy!" "Mr Guppy." "Would it not be better to push?" "Where his head will go, the rest of him will follow." "Oh, excellent thought, Miss Summerson." "Gently, don't be frightened." "Er, wriggle your shoulder a little bit sideways." "CHILD CONTINUES TO WAIL" "There, that's it." "There, we got him!" "DOOR OPENS" "Ah, Miss Clare." "Miss Summerson." "Mr Carstone." "Do, please, come inside." "This way, my dears." "You find me, as usual, very busy." "My Africa project employs my whole time." "THUD, FOLLOWED BY CHILD CRYING" "We hope by this time next year to have 200 families cultivating coffee, and educating the natives of Borrioboola-Gha." "Great work, great work." "My husband, Mr Jellyby, does not appear to be here." "But here is my eldest daughter Caddy, my amanuensis." "Do please sit while I, er..." "Where were we, Caddy?" "I'm sure YOUR thoughts have often turned to Africa, Miss Summerson." "The finest climate in the world." "Caddy?" "Mrs Jellyby presents her compliments to Mrs Swallow..." "Ma." "Now what is it?" "No, Peepy, not on any account." "Mama is busy." "You, Mrs Swallow, I know, share my deeply held conviction about Africa, the essential Brotherhood of Humanity, and it is with this understanding..." "I can't keep up, Ma." "Go slower." "And..." "it is with this understanding..." "KNOCK AT DOOR" "(May I come in for a minute?" ")" "You've been working late." "No need to tell me that." "I wish Africa was dead." "Look at my fingers." "It won't come off." "She's very pretty." "Yes, she is." "She's an orphan, ain't she?" "Yes." "I wish I was an orphan." "Ma's a disgrace." "I wish I was dead." "I wish we were all dead." "It would be a great deal better for us." "Don't tell me it wouldn't, it would." "Caddy, I'm sure..." "I'm so angry with Ma." "She makes such an ass of herself over Africa, and Pa does nothing at all." "Really, Caddy, I don't think you should speak of your parents like that." "I know I am a disgrace, Miss Summerson." "I wish I'd had you to teach me better manners, but I've got to make the best of myself as I am." "You're shocked, I dare say." "Well, so am I." "I wish..." "Well,nevermind." "Goodnight." "Here we are, my beauties!" "Hope." "Joy." "Youth." "Ah..." "SHE WHISTLES" "Peace." "Rest." "Life." "Oooh, shh, shh, shh, shh..." "Dust." "Ashes." "Waste." "Want..." "Ruin, Despair." "Madness." "Death." "Cunning and Folly." "We shall all have a judgement on the Day of Judgement." "Plunder, Precedent, Jargon, Gammon and Spinach." "And then you shall sing to your heart's content, my little ones." "SHE WHISTLES" "BIRDS TWITTER" "Oh!" "SHE HUMS A TUNE" "# And we'll all come to judgement one day soon. #" "Morning." "Off to court then, Miss Flite?" "As you see, Mr Krook." "And your rent?" "Very soon, Mr Krook, very soon." "On the Day of Judgement, yeah?" "Oh, long before then, I'm sure." "LOUD HISS All right, Lady Jane?" "She could tear a person to tatters if I set her on." "D'you know, she was sold to me for her skin." "It's a very fine one as you see." "Didn't have it in me heart to skin her." "Not like the Court of Chancery, eh?" "Not as long as I get what I'm owed." "Mr Krook," "I have met the wards in Jarndyce." "Wards in Jarndyce, is it?" "Such beautiful creatures." "So full of youth and hope and beauty." "Oh, and they won't have it long." "That Jarndyce and Jarndyce eats 'em all up." "It's like being ground to bits in a slow mill." "It's being drowned by drips and going mad by grains." "Look how poor Tom Jarndyce ended up." "Mr Krook, don't speak of it." "Come in my shop, right where you stand, a pistol in his hand." "Please, Mr Krook." "SHOP DOOR BELL CLANGS" "Oh!" "Mr Nemo." "Good morning, Miss Flite." "Mr Krook." "Er, forgive me but I'm rather pressed for time." "Rent, Mr Nemo." "Six weeks." "As long as that?" "Well, you shall have it." "Yeah, that's all very well, but when?" "You will be paid, Mr Krook." "You have my word." "Now..." ".excuse me." "Oh, he's such a gentleman." "A gentleman?" "That's no use to me." "Some people say that he sold his soul to the devil." "But if he has, I don't know what he done with the money!" "My very best remembrances to my good friend Mr Jarndyce." "You won't forget me, will you, Miss Summerson?" "Come, Caddy, we have work to do." "OK, driver." "Go on, move on." "We have a visitor." "Can you see who it is, my love?" "Tulkinghorn." "Ah." "Mr Tulkinghorn." "Sir Leicester." "Good of you to come all this way." "My lady's case has been again before the Chancellor, has it?" "Yes." "It was on again yesterday, my lord." "My lady." "It would be useless to ask, no doubt, whether anything has been done." "Nothing that you would call anything has been done." "Nor ever will be." "Mmm." "Well, a long Chancery suit is very much in the way of things, my dear." "Hardly be proper if it weren't." "Indeed, my lord." "Now, as a few fresh affidavits have been put upon the file, and as I proceed upon the principle that my client should be fully possessed of all the new developments in the case..." "All right, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I, er..." "I havethepapershere , if I might..." "Thank you." "In Chancery, between John Jarndyce..." "Mr Tulkinghorn, please." "Omit as many of the formal horrors as you can." "As your ladyship pleases." "Who copied that?" "Hmm?" "Whose handwriting is it?" "I regret to say I have no idea, my lady." "Is this what you call law-hand?" "Why do you ask?" "Anything to vary this detestable monotony." "Oh, go on, do." "Very well." "Er..." "In the matter of the will, or wills, of the aforesaid John Jarndyce..." "My lady?" "What's the matter?" "My dear, what is it?" "What's the matter?" "Lady Dedlock is ill, sir." "I'm just... faint. Help Lady Dedlock to her room." "Careful." "Careful, gently now." "Heat of the fire, perhaps." "Far too much for her." "I mean it!" "Nemo, no more excuses!" "The money by tomorrow or you're on the street!" "COINS CLINK" "Thank you, sir." "Those papers I took down to Lady Dedlock at Chesney Wold, where were they copied?" "That depends, Mr Tulkinghorn." "They came from several of our regulars." "Well, that one, for instance." "I'll check, sir." "It may take a while." "I have to compare the hand." "Thank you, Clamb." "Ada, my love." "Esther, my dear." "You are welcome." "I rejoice to see you." "Come inside and get warm." "Rick, if I had a hand to spare at present, I'd give it to you." "Come in." "Come in." "There." "Now, make yourselves comfortable, warm yourselves." "Now, Rick, I have that hand at liberty." "A word in earnest is as good as a speech." "I am heartily glad to see you." "You are at home." "You're very kind, sir." "We're much obliged to you." "Now, come and see your rooms." "I wish you'd come away from the window, my love." "You must take care for your health." "We don't want you fainting again." "I am perfectly well." "You're still pale, I'm afraid." "Is it any wonder?" "We have not see the sun for months." "Mmm." "I think I should take you away for a while." "Paris, now." "A change of scene that will lighten both our spirits." "What do you say?" "You are too good to me." "No, no." "No, no, no." "Not at all." "D'you think we shall be happy here, Esther?" "I think we have been very fortunate." "Bleak House is not so bleak after all." "And do you like Mr Jarndyce?" "I think he is a very singular man indeed." "Is that good?" "I hope so, we are here now for good or ill." "Esther, why do you think he's taken us into his care?" "Well, perhaps it is nothing but kindness." "He has made it very difficult for us to ask, since he behaves as if we are all old friends." "It is strange." "But perhaps we shall be good friends." "Do you think we shall, Esther?" "I am sure we shall, Ada." "KNOCK AT DOOR Yes?" "Miss Summerson?" "For you, Miss, if you please." "The housekeeping keys." "The master said to bring them to you, then tomorrow morning I'm to show you the presses and the things they belong to." "For me?" "Really?" "Thank you." "Er, and you are... ?" "Harriet, Miss." "Thank you, Harriet." "'You're nobody.'" "You're nothing." "You're worse than nothing." "It would have been far better if you'd never been born." "Esther, what is it?" "Nothing." "I'm surprised anyone should trust me so much, knowing me so little." "Shall we go down?" "As far as worldly matters are concerned, I am but a child, a perfect child." "Ah, our little party is complete." "Ada, Esther..." "Allowme to  introduce myself." "Harold Skimpole." "A dear friend and house guest, for the present, of Mr Jarndyce." "Now, you ask my profession." "No profession whatsoever." "I have no aptitude for worldly affairs, none at all." "There, that's Harold Skimpole for you." "How do you do, Mr Skimpole?" "Very well indeed..." "thanks to my excellent friends, of whom John Jarndyce is one of the very best and kindest." "Well..." "Shall we go in?" "Miss Clare, would you do me the honour?" "Hmm?" "THUNDER RUMBLES" "THUNDER CRASHES" "Will you wait there, please, sir?" "I'll go and ask the housekeeper." "Mr Guppy?" "I've never heard of him." "M'lord and Lady Dedlock are away in Paris, sir." "They left this afternoon." "The house is all shut up." "Ah, er, my principal, Mr Kenge, has letters of affidavit for Lady Dedlock's attention." "You can leave them with me, sir, I'll see she gets 'em." "Ah, right." "Er, begging your pardon most profoundly for the unsociable lateness of the hour, owing to my having got lost in very unfamiliar country," "I wonder, ma'am, if I might..." "throw myself upon your mercy." "You want to be allowed to stay the night?" "In a word, ma'am." "All right, Mr Guppy." "So long as you don't mind sleeping with the boots." "Show him the way, Rosa." "I covet nothing." "Possessions are nothing to me." "I live as innocently as a child." "Forgive me, sir, did you never..." "wish you had a house of your own, and a wife and children of your own?" "Why, bless you, my dear fellow." "I have a wife, and children." "Well, half a dozen I should say, or more." "And love them very dearly." "But how do you look after them?" "Look after them?" "Well, how could I?" "You see, I have no aptitude for work of any kind." "None whatsoever." "My friend Skimpole needs somebody to look after HIM." "Then how do your children live, sir?" "Do you know, I've no idea." "But live, they do, somehow or other." "It's no use asking me how these things are done." "I am a child, a perfect child, in these matters." "I think your life must be a very pleasant one, Mr Skimpole." "Well, yes, you might think that." "PIANO MUSIC:" "Adagio from "Pathetique" by Beethoven" "A lovely young creature like that." "We will not call her an orphan." "She... isachildoftheuniverse." "The universe makes rather an indifferent parent, I'm afraid." "Oh, I don't know." "I think I DO know." "Well, this is something, I should say." "The portrait is of Lady Dedlock as a young woman." "It's considered a perfect likeness, and the best work of the master." "Dear me!" "That's Lady Dedlock, is it?" "Blest if I can ever have seen her..." "yet I know her." "I'm dashed if I don't think..." "I must have had a dream of that picture, you know?" "KNOCK AT DOOR" "If you please, Miss, Mr Carstone said would you come to the dining room." "Mr Skimpole's been took, Miss." "Took?" "Took, Miss." "Sudden." "Oh." "I understood you were..." "You are not ill, Mr Skimpole?" "Not in the least, Miss Summerson." "We thought you might be able to advise us, Esther." "This gentleman is Mr Neckett." "NECKETT COUGHS" "Mr Skimpole has been arrested for debt." "Are you arrested for much, sir?" "My dear Miss Summerson, I don't know." "Er, some pounds, odd shillings and a ha'penny were mentioned, I think." "24 pound, 16 and sevenpence ha'penny, that's what it is." "What will happen if the money is not produced, sir?" "Jail." "Or Coavinses." "Er, may I ask what is..." "Coavinses, Miss?" "Halfway house for debtors, Miss." "I thought, you see, that Mr Carstone might, or his beautiful young cousin, might sign some sort of a bond or pledge." "Not a bit of it." "It's cash or Coavinses." "Make your mind up." "One moment, please, Mr Neckett." "Why are WE drawn into this?" "He feels a delicacy about applying to Mr Jarndyce..." "Done it too many times before, no doubt." "He has no right." "I know, but what are we going to do?" "I think we must pay the man, if we can." "I have £10 Mr Kenge gave me." "I must try what that will do." "I have £15 and a few shillings." "My life savings." "HE SIGHS Esther." "And this is the laundry room, Miss." "Thank you, Harriet." "Everything is just as it should be." "Thank you, Miss." "Esther?" "Would you step in here a moment?" "Sit down, my dear." "This, you know, is the Growlery." "When I'm out of humour, I come here and growl." "Then you must be here very seldom." "HE LAUGHS You don't know me." "When I'm deceived or disappointed, when the wind is in the east..." "Er, now..." "what is this I hear about Rick and yourself and Mr Skimpole last night?" "Are you angry with us?" "No!" "You?" "No, bless you, no!" "To get hold of the pair of you and squeeze you like a couple of young oranges, that was very bad of him." "But there must be no more of it, Esther." "If I choose to support him, that's another thing altogether. 15, was it" "Here you are." "And keep it safe." "Safe from our friend Skimpole's inexperience." "Hmm?" "Thank you." "What is it, Esther?" "I don't understand why you're so good to us." "Well..." "that's easy." "In your case, I..." "I hear of a young woman without a protector, and I take it into my head to be that protector." "And Richard and Ada?" "They've gone into this dreadful thing through no fault of their own." "They need help to guide them through it." "Through Chancery?" "I wish I could guide them far away from it." "Jarndyce and Jarndyce has ruined better men than me." "The years go by, the claims are passed down generations, and we can't get out of it, none of us, on any terms." "My great uncle, Tom Jarndyce, was brought to despair by it and..." "blew his own brains out." "I was his heir." "This was his home." "When I came here it was bleak indeed." "And when I brought..." "what remained of him..." "home here, I thought the brains of the house had been..." "blown out too." "It was so shattered and ruined." "Then you must have made great changes, sir." "Yes, yes, and in myself, too, as far as I've been able to." "But I determined never to be drawn into this case, with its false hopes and ruined expectations." "I am fortunate I have enough to live upon, and to help others, too, without tormenting myself with dreams of..." "HE KNOCKS ON TABLE" "Well, I told you this was the Growlery, and I think we may have done with it for one day." "I am very glad to have you here with me, Esther." "You and..." "RickandAda ." "Do you think that you will all be happy here?" "Yes, sir, I think so." "And is there anything I could do to make you more... sureofthat?" "I have been told that I was my mother's disgrace, and she is mine." "Do you know what was meant?" "I assume what was meant is that I was born out of wedlock." "But I should like to know who my mother was..." ".and whether she still lives." "Ah." "That I cannot tell you, Esther." "Your aunt chose not to tell you and her secret died with her." "It may be for the best." "Hmm." "Gallant conduct." "Bravery." "You don't see this one very often." "Your own, sir, are they?" "How much?" "To pawn, or sell outright?" "Sell outright." "Eight pound." "CLAMB CLEARS HIS THROAT" "Those papers, Mr Tulkinghorn, that you took to Lady Dedlock, the one you were interested in." "It was copied at Snagsby's." "You quite sure of that?" "Was there some complaint about them, sir?" "None at all." "Quite the contrary." "That's all, Clamb." "Mrs Pardiggle has threatened to call." "I'm afraid she may insist on taking you on her rounds." "What rounds would those be, sir?" "Charitable rounds, Rick." "Will you be embarking on this charitable expedition, Mr Skimpole?" "I?" "Oh, no." "Well, I have nothing to give, but myself." "And Mrs Pardiggle I find a woman best admired, er, from a distance." "What's the cause we're engaged on, Mrs Pardiggle?" "Visiting a poor family of brick makers." "The father is a very bad character, but I believe I have made great strides with them already." "They love to see me, you know." "Come in, come in." "Well, my friends, I am here again." "There ain't any more of you, is there?" "You won't put me off, good people." "I enjoy hard work, and the harder you make mine, the better I like it." "Now, did you read the little book I left with you?" "No." "I've been drunk for three days." "BABY CRIES" "If I had the money, I'd have been drunk four." "Have I been to church?" "No, I ain't." "How did my wife get that black eye?" "Why, I gives it to 'er." "And if there's anyone else who wants one, you say the word." "Well, if that's the way, perhaps we should move on." "There are others more deserving of our attention." "BABY CONTINUES TO CRY" "Is there anything we can do?" "Would you like a doctor for the baby?" "I think it's gone too late for that, Miss." "SHE GASPS" "SHE GASPS" "SHE SOBS" "SHE KEENS" "We can do no more for now, Esther." "MOTHER CONTINUES TO CRY" "Damn you, boy!" "Sorry, sir, I..." "Damnyoursorry, you little blackguard." "Leave it!" "Or you will deal with me!" "Well, Jo, how are you?" "Not so bad, thanks, sir." "Here." "Take care of yourself, Jo." "Well, here you are." "How did you like Mrs Pardiggle's charity?" "Not at all, sir." "Oh, Lord, I shouldn't have let you go." "You're distressed." "Our distress is nothing." "But theirs is..." "Can nothing be done to help them?" "I think something must be done." "But now, Esther, if you feel up to it, you have a visitor." "A visitor?" "For me?" "A Mr Guppy." "Mr Guppy?" "Of Kenge and Carboys?" "Mmm." "Doesn't it concern us all?" "Miss Esther Summerson, on a personal and confidential matter, he said." "Miss Summerson." "Will you take some refreshment?" "No, thank you." "I'll take a glass of wine." "HE CLEARS HIS THROAT" "Miss Summerson..." "Er..." "What is it, Mr Guppy?" "My present salary is two pound a week, and I expect a further rise of five shillings." "My mother has a little property, which takes the form of a small life annuity." "Mr Guppy, I don't understand..." "Er, Miss Summerson..." "In the mildest language..." "I ADORE you." "Now would you be so kind as to allow me to make a declaration..." "To make an offer?" "Get up, please, Mr Guppy." "I won't hear any more unless you do." "I will, Miss." "As I love and honour, so likewise I obey." "I'm sorry, Mr Guppy, but I can't marry you." "It's out of the question." "I'm aware that, in a worldly point of view, my offer may seem a poor one..." "No, it isn't that, Mr Guppy..." ". but I have been brought up in a sharp school." "I've ferreted out evidence, and got up cases." "What means might I not find of advancing your fortunes, if I had your confidence, and you was to set me on?" "Please stop, Mr Guppy..." "I have walked up and down, of an evening, opposite Jellyby's, only to look upon the bricks that once contained thee." "Miss Summerson, have pity on me." "Mr Guppy, I don't want to disappoint you, or to cause you pain, but you must understand that I don't..." ".and couldn't..." "love you." "I thank you for your good opinion of me." "And that is your final answer?" "Yes." "Er, half a minute, Miss..." "In case you should think better at any time, for MY feelings can never alter..." "." "Mr William Guppy, 87 Penton Place, will suffice." "My card." "Without prejudice." "My angel." "SHOP DOOR BELL JANGLES" "Bless my soul, sir." "Mr Tulkinghorn." "I want half a word with you, Snagsby." "Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "Everything's satisfactory, I hope, Mr Tulkinghorn?" "You copied some affidavits in that cause for me lately." "Yes, sir." "There was one of them, the handwriting of which is peculiar." "Who copied this?" "Ah." "We gave this out, sir." "It'll be in the book." "Jarndyce." "Here we are, sir." "This was given out to a writer who lodges just opposite." "Name of Nemo." "Nemo?" "Nemo is Latin for "no-one"." "He lodges just opposite?" "Above Krook's bottle shop." "Will I take you there?" "No trouble." "No trouble at all, sir." "No, Snagsby, that will not be necessary." "I was simply curious, that's all." "Good evening, Snagsby." "Good evening, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Much obliged to you." "SHOP DOOR BELL JANGLES, CAT HISSES All right, Lady Jane." "Mr Krook?" "That's me." "Is your lodger within?" "Male or female?" "Male." "He's in." "Did you want to see him?" "Yes." "Then you'd best go up." "Second landing." "End on the left." "Thank you." "HE KNOCKS ON DOOR" "Mr Nemo?" "Are you there?" "Opium." "Mr Nemo?" "Hello, my friend." "Krook!" "Krook!" "Come up here and bring a light with you." "Do you hear me, man?" "Yes, sir." "Mr Tulkinghorn, sir." "What's the matter with him now?" "Er, just coming, Mr Tulkinghorn." "You let your candle go out, did you, Mr Tulkinghorn?" "Here y'are." "Take a light from this one." "That'll be all, then?" "No." "Look there, man." "Well." "Bless my soul." "Dead as a doornail." "Cold as stone." "There's money here." "Two pounds six and four pence." "That's mine." "Leave it." "Six weeks' rent..." "and sundries." "He meant that for me." "Didn't leave no note, though." "Nothing." "Let's see what he's got in the trunk." "Nothing but rags, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Send for the doctor, man, and quick about it." "Very well, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Whatever you say." "You!" "Boy!" "Fetch a doctor." "Come on!" "Quick about it." "Now!" "Now this, this is your life-line." "See?" "Where I trace it." "It's very long and quite straight." "Is that good?" "It's very good indeed." "This, this is your love-line." "See?" "It's a long one, too." "And deep, very deep." "Some fellow's gonna be very lucky." "I hope he deserves you, Ada." "Do Esther's now." "No, thank you." "I don't wish to have my fortune told." "I was told my fortune a long time ago." "What's this?" "Richard's been telling fortunes, sir." "Has he?" "And what does fortune have in store for you, Rick?" "Can't make it out at all, sir." "I suppose the thing to do would be to take charge of things myself." "Find some profession and work hard at it." "Make my own way in life." "Well, good for you." "So, the question is, which profession will you choose?" "D'you know, sir, I have absolutely no idea." "I thought of going to sea." "It's a little late already for the Navy, I fear." "There's the Church or medicine?" "A surgeon, perhaps?" "A surgeon?" "Yeah, that's a thing, sir." "A surgeon." "Richard Carstone, MRCS." "The medical profession?" "Yes, Mr Skimpole." "A surgeon, I thought." "Perhaps?" "I was educated in the medical profession, you know, and practised it, well, for a while." "But never having had any head for detail, and a positive aversion to all that blood, I..." "but don't let me discourage you." "I suppose there is a lot of blood." "I am sure doctors get used to it." "And the thought of, of helping people and making them well." "Yes." "Yes, of course." "To be sure." "He's been dead about three hours, I'd say." "Poor fellow." "Almost certainly from an overdose of opium." "Was anybody present related to him?" "I was his landlord." "He told me once, I was the nearest relation he had." "Nemo, he called himself." "No-one." "Well, he is no-one now." "I knew him by sight." "I prescribed opium for him once or twice, and no doubt he got a good deal more elsewhere." "You knew him, you say?" "Do you think he did it on purpose?" "Impossible to say." "You discovered the body?" "I did." "And what was your business with Mr Nemo?" "Nothing to concern you, sir." "The man was a law-writer." "I am a lawyer, sir." "This is Mr Tulkinghorn." "Lawyer to Sir Leicester Dedlock." "That is immaterial." "What is material is that here we have a dead man, apparently destitute with no relations and no connections." "We know nothing of who he was or where he has come from." "What is to happen to the body?" "Well, before anything else, there will have to be an inquest." "Hmm." "Gentlemen of the jury, we are here to consider a man unknown." "Nobody knows his real name, nobody has been found who knows who he was." "He left no papers behind which might identify him." "If I may say so, he was always polite and well-spoken." "I believe he was once in the Army." "Can you swear to that?" "No." "I, I, I..." "Ah,notevidence." "Anyone else here have anything to say?" "(Jo.)" "You, boy." "Did you know him?" "Never knowed his name, but he was very good to me." "Not evidence." "To continue, he left no possessions of any worth." "Nor any money, except a few shillings which he owed in rent to his landlord." "You've heard from several witnesses here that he was in the habit of taking large quantities of opium." "And you've heard from the doctor here that it was a large dose of opium that he died of." "There was no note that indicated suicidal intentions." "The doctor has told us that the deceased was..." "what was the phrase you used, sir?" "He was careless of his life, sir." "Careless whether he lived or died, but not actively intent on self-harm." "Ah, thank you, Mr Woodcourt." "Now, if you think you've heard any evidence to lead you to the conclusion that he committed suicide, you will come to that conclusion." "If you think it is a case of accidental death, you will find a verdict accordingly." "Do you need to retire?" "INDISTINCT MUMBLING" "Accidental death, Your Honour." "Accidental death." "Thank you, gentlemen." "You are discharged." "And a pauper's burial for Mr Nemo." "Earth to Earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ." "Yes, carry on." "You, boy." "Come here." "Here!" "I ain't done nothing, sir." "What do you do here?" "What do you know of this man?" "What passed between you?" "Nothing, sir." "I don't know nothing about him." "Except..." "Exceptwhat?" "Except that he was very good to me." "And why should he be good to you?" "What good were you to him?" "Hmm?" "I don't know, sir." "Let the boy go, Mr Tulkinghorn." "You're frightening him." "I was merely enquiring what he knew of our dead friend there." "It would seem he knows nothing." "There you are, Jo." "Thank you for your trouble." "What impression did you form of Mr Nemo, sir?" "I thought he might be a gentleman fallen on hard times." "A gentleman?" "An officer, perhaps." "An officer, eh?" "An officer and a gentleman." "Well, well, well." "Thank you, Mr Woodcourt." "Quite the housekeeper, Esther." "Do the sums balance?" "Yes, sir, I think so." "I'm sure they do." "Wish I could feel so sure about young Rick, there." "He seemed to settle on doctoring without giving it a thought." "Now he's making no serious efforts to get himself a place, and so on, to read and study and..." "I feel sure he'll do well." "And this wretched Chancery business, it's bad." "It's bad to live in the expectation of one day inheriting some great fortune that may never come to pass, and letting your life slip by in the process." "He hasn't let very much of his life slip by." "Not yet." "No, no, you're right." "He's an excellent young fellow." "He'll make us all proud." "And he has a good heart." "He's very patient with poor Skimpole." "I admire your energy and your dedication." "But why put yourself through it?" "Well, a fellow must do something." "When a fellow is a ward of Jarndyce, no need to do anything but wait for one's inheritance." "But I know nothing of such matters." "I don't know a great deal myself." "We are a pair of innocents." "But I rack my brains to understand my good friend Jarndyce." "If he thinks following a profession is such a good thing for a man, then why does he not follow one himself?" "Well. ." "I don't know, Mr Skimpole." "And why is the guardian of the wards in Jarndyce when he himself has an interest in the outcome of the case?" "Well, because he's a good man." "Kind and generous and all that." "He's been kind to you, hasn't he?" "Oh, indeed he has." "Take no notice of my questions." "I, I've a very weak understanding of these matters..." "A child,achild." "Nearly home." "That is a great deal of correspondence you have there." "Yes." "Yes." "Nothing in it, though." "Did I not glimpse one of Mr Tulkinghorn's long effusions?" "You see everything, my dear." "He is the most tiresome of men." "Oh, of course, er, I beg your pardon." "He sent you a message." "Our stopping to change horses put it quite out of my head." "What was it?" "My dear?" "His message." "Ah, er, yes, of course." "Let me see..." ""In the matter of the right of way... " No,that'snot it." "Ah, yes, here it is, yes." ""I have something to mention in reference to the person who" ""copied the affidavit that attracted her interest when I came to see you" ""some weeks ago." ""I have seen the man."" "That's the message." "I should like to walk a little." "Is that wise, my dear?" "Please stop the carriage." "My dear?" "My dear!" "I thought, if you wished to walk," "I would walk with you." "Of course." "I'm going out, Clamb." "Oh, going out, sir." "Very good, sir." "And where shall I say you are, sir?" "In case anyone enquires." "Tell them you don't know, Clamb." "Right." "Very good, sir." "Rick, my boy." "Ada." "Mr Kenge is here." "Good afternoon, sir." "Is there some news about our case in Chancery?" "There are some papers to sign, Mr Carstone, but no news." "The law grinds very slow and very fine, you must understand." "Yes, of course." "The best is to expect nothing, then we shall never be disappointed." "An excellent philosophy, Mr Carstone." "I wish more of my clients were like you." "But Mr Kenge has news about a different matter." "My cousin, Mr Bayham Badger, is a medical man with a good practice in Chelsea, and is willing to superintend your studies in the subject." "And to take you into his household as a paying guest." "In Chelsea?" "In Chelsea." "Then I should have to leave Bleak House." "Well, naturally, Bleak House is a good long way from Chelsea." "Yes." "But is it not excellent news?" "Yes, of course." "I'm much obliged to you, Mr Kenge." "He'd come back and see us often, and we'd visit him, would we not?" "I propose we all take a little holiday in London and see him settled in." "DOOR OPENS" "How do you do, Mrs Rouncewell?" "I'm glad to see you." "I hope we see you in good health, Sir Leicester?" "Excellent health, Mrs Rouncewell." "And my lady?" "Quite well, thank you." "Who is that girl?" "A young protegee of mine, my lady." "Rosa by name." "Rosa." "I have been training her as a lady's maid." "I hope your ladyship approves of her." "Rosa." "Well, I wonder if you know how pretty you are?" "How old are you?" "19, my lady." "19." "Take care they don't spoil you by flattery." "Yes, my lady." "Here we are - our London lodgings." "We're not staying with the Jellybys?" "I won't put you through that again." "I should like to see Caddy again." "First things first." "Tonight we dine with Mr Bayham Badger." "HORSES WHINNY" "Hold your horses!" "Hold!" "What are you doing on my land, sir?" "My name is Tulkinghorn, sir." "Lawyer to Sir Leicester Dedlock." "You write me threatening letters." "I must inform you, if you are not aware of it, that this is a public right of way." "Public right of fiddlesticks." "You can tell Sir Leicester Dedlock if he blocks my way over his land, I'll block his way over mine." "I am obliged to you, sir." "Drive on!" "Walk on." "Is Mr Tulkinghorn come yet?" "No, my lady." "Not yet." "I wonder what keeps him." "My lady is anxious to see Mr Tulkinghorn?" "Not in the least." "That Rosa was a very pretty girl, did you not think?" "Very pretty, my lady, in a simple village way." "It is a way I like, Hortense." "Mrs Rouncewell has been training her up as a lady's maid." "Perhaps I shall take her on." "What would you say to that?" "My lady already has a lady's maid." "Well, then I shall have another, Hortense." "Delighted to welcome you into the mysteries of our profession." "Very good of you to take me on, sir." "Mr Bayham Badger is very good." "Oh, but hardly deserving of such a paragon of womanhood as Mrs Bayham Badger." "You see how good he is to me?" "Ooh, but I forget myself." "This is Mr Woodcourt, a young colleague who has expressed himself ready and willing to enlighten Mr Carstone concerning the..." "shall we say, seamier side of our profession." "For reasons best known to himself, he has chosen to ply his trade amongst the lowest of the low." "Not exclusively - I have to live as well." "But the poor need doctors just as the rich do, I believe." "Yes, Mr Woodcourt, so do I." "Dear, dear, radical talk." "Bad for the appetite." "Bad for the digestion." "Shall we go in?" "My dear?" "If you please, Sir Leicester." "If you please, my lady..." "MrTulkinghorn." "How do you do, Mr Tulkinghorn?" "We expected you before, you know." "I am much obliged, Sir Leicester." "I'd have come sooner but I have been engaged with matters in the dispute over the right of way between yourself and your neighbour, Boythorn." "And another matter concerning her ladyship." "But let it pass." "Now, as to Mr Boythorn..." "MyBoythorn is a man of very low character." "That may well be, Sir Leicester." "But I encountered him today and he was certainly intemperate." "But I formed the strong impression that this disagreement between you could be settled if you're prepared to consider a compromise." "Mr Tulkinghorn, my neighbour Boythorn has no rights in this matter." "My rights must be asserted absolutely." "There will be no compromise." "No meeting half-way, as you put it." "That way the floodgates are opened to chaos, disorder and anarchy." "You understand, I speak not as an individual but as head of the Dedlock family." "You need say no more, Sir Leicester." "I now have my instructions." "Will you take a little supper?" "By all means, Sir Leicester." "I am much obliged to you." "The girl will take you to your room." "Sir Leicester." "My lady." "Captain Swosser of the Royal Navy was Mrs Badger's first husband." "A very distinguished officer indeed." "And the name of Professor Dingo, my immediate predecessor in the nuptial couch, is one of European reputation." "I was barely 20 when I was married to Captain Swosser." "And it was on the twelfth anniversary of my wedding day that I became the wife of Professor Dingo." "Of European reputation." "Extraordinary." "And when we were married, we were married on the same day of the year." "I'd become attached to the day." "So, Mrs Badger has been married to three husbands, two of them..." "Has your friend, Mr Carstone, been interested in doctoring for a long time, Miss Summerson?" "No." "I think it was rather a sudden decision." "He seems eager and spirited, and we need good men." "It isn't easy to get yourself established." "I struggle to make ends meet, but Mr Carstone has private means?" "He is one of the wards in Jarndyce." "Ada is, too." "Miss Clare, that is." "They might both inherit a large fortune one day, when it's all settled." "And you?" "Are you a ward in the case too or are you a ward of Mr Jarndyce?" "No." "No, I'm no-one of any account." "I don't think so." "You have opinions and you express them, and I like that." "Especially as you agree with me." "Please tell Mr Jarndyce what Captain Swosser used to say about you, my dear." "He used to say I was better than "land ahead" or a "breeze astern"." "So if you're not Mr Jarndyce's ward, what are you?" "His niece, perhaps?" "I was engaged by Mr Jarndyce as a companion to Miss Clare." "I am Mr Jarndyce's housekeeper, too." "Really?" "Well, I'd say that makes you a person of some consequence." "No, not at all." "I shall never be a person of consequence." "No?" "Well, you'll have to allow me to disagree with you then." "But a fine head, you will agree." "Mm." "I would have been happy to have had such a head meself." "My angel." "KNOCKING ON DOOR" "I hope I don't disturb you." "No, please don't get up, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Do go on with your supper." "I am obliged, your ladyship." "But I've had sufficient." "Was there something your ladyship wished to ask me?" "You sent me a message regarding the handwriting I enquired about." "It was like you to remember the circumstance." "I had quite forgotten it." "And you really took the trouble to find the writer of that..." "affidavit, was it?" "Yes, it was an affidavit, and I did take that trouble." "And... you found him?" "Yes, I found him." "And how did you find him?" "I found him dead." "Please go on, Mr Tulkinghorn." "There's little to tell." "Oh, I was directed to his lodging, a miserable and squalid room, and I found him dead." "He had taken an overdose of opium." "Whether by design or accident, impossible to be certain." "And what kind of man was he?" "Hard to say." "I would have said he was the lowest of the low." "The surgeon had a notion that he might once have been something better." "And what did they call him?" "Nobody knew his name." "He appeared to have had no family or friends." "He went by the name of Nemo." "No-one." "Precisely." "And there was no clue to anything else?" "None." "I see." "Thank you, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I shan't disturb you any further." "Lady Dedlock?" "I have been Sir Leicester's attorney for many years, and my father was attorney to his father before him." "I am aware of that, Mr Tulkinghorn." "And Sir Leicester has always had my complete personal loyalty, and always will have." "I am glad of it." "Whatever the consequences to others." "That is just as I should hope, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Good night." "So what we got here, Lady Jane?" "Nice little bundle out of Nemo's trunk." "Nobody knows I got it, 'cept you and me, Lady Jane." "But what does it say?" "We don't know cos we can't read." "But I'd say this is a lady's hand." "I'd say this was love letters." "Smells of ladies." "Subtitles by BBC Broadcast 2005 Conversion for the forom by reirei." "( Ada..." "Areyoustillawake?" ")" "Ada?" "Oh, Ada." "What's wrong?" "Are you unwell?" "No, not at all." "I'm very well." "What?" "What is it?" "I don't know what to say." "This evening, before he left," "Richard told me he's in love with me." "Oh, I could have told you that a while ago." "Really?" "Was it so obvious?" "Mmm." "Perhaps I should have realised that's what it was." "You see, I've never..." "What do you feel, Ada?" "Do you feel the same?" "Do you feel as he does?" "Well, yes." "Yes, I do." "He wants us to be engaged, Esther." "Has he spoken to Mr Jarndyce yet?" "An engagement?" "You're both very young." "You've hardly, as it were, become yourselves yet." "You're still growing and changing, and your feelings for each other may well change, too." "Mine never will." "I'm glad to hear you say it." "But constancy in love is not enough." "As Ada's guardian, I have to assure myself you can be constant in other ways." "In your studies, in your profession." "You have your way to make, Rick." "It's far too soon to be thinking of an engagement." "I-I-I'm not happy about it." "You must be able to support a wife, and that'll take time." "Yes, of course, sir." "But..." "if our case is settled soon..." "Don't pin your hopes on that, Rick." "Others have done that and come to grief." "I don't pin my hopes on it, but if it should be settled soon, we'll have all the money we could want." "All I'm saying to you both..." ". is be patient." "You'll be in London, Rick, studying and working to become a doctor." "Ada will be in Bleak House in my care." "You can love each other very well." "From a distance." "I'm not absolutely forbidding an engagement, but I am advising you both to wait." "But really, sir, I..." "I think that would be the best way, Richard." "Of course, we wouldn't go against your advice, sir." "Thank you, Rick." "Take a letter, Clamb." "Very good, Mr Tulkinghorn." "To Lady Dedlock." "No, better mention it in a postscript in passing." "To Sir Leicester Dedlock." "Very good, sir." "Did I do right, Esther?" "I think it is hard for them..." "loving each other so much and having to be apart." "But it is for the best." "Perhaps what we want for ourselves, and what is the best for us..." ".are not the same thing." "And you, Esther?" "What do you want for yourself?" "Me?" "I don't want anything." "FOOTSTEPS" "If you please, sir, it's a visitor for Miss Summerson..." "MissJellyby." "Caddy!" "Don't look at me." "I know I'm a disgrace." "But I made up my mind I must call, and here I am." "It all began with you coming to our house and making me feel so awkward," "I decided I must do something about it." "So I enrolled at Mr Turveydrop's Academy of Dance and Deportment in Newman Street..." "Now you can dance and deport yourself?" "No." "I mean, yes." "Well, I hope I can." "But that's not it." "What it is, well, I don't know how it came about but I am engaged..." "to Mr Prince Turveydrop." "LIVELY PIANO MUSIC" "Prince?" "This is my friend, Miss Summerson." "I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr Turveydrop." "And I am very happy to meet Miss Jellyby's friend." "Um..." "Please, don't let us interrupt." "No, go on, Prince." "If you say so, my love." "I love him so much, Miss Summerson." "I'm very happy for you, Caddy." "Oh, lor'." "That's his dad." "Look at him." "Poor Prince does all the work and his Pa just preens about, showing off his deportment." "Does he teach deportment?" "Not him." "He don't do anything at all except preen about." "He thinks he's one of the aristocracy." "Ah!" "Woman." "Lovely woman." "What a sex you are." "Oh, I could bite him !" "Caddy!" "I could." "Why are we cursed with parents?" "I'd never be like him or my ma, not in a million years." "But I am trying to be patient with them, for your sake, and for dear Prince's sake." "Come on." "We won't get another two words with Prince." "He works so hard for that dreadful old man, and I promised I'd look in on Miss Flite." "MUSIC STOPS Very good." "More from Tulkinghorn." "Again?" "He's served a writ on that scoundrel Boythorn." "I don't see why you and Mr Boythorn shouldn't settle your differences and agree to be good neighbours." "I'll see the fellow in leg-irons before I'm done with him." "Ah, more about your law-writer." "Oh?" "He says, "I have spoken to a crossing sweeper answering to the name of Jo," ""no other name given," ""who plies his trade near the Court of Chancery." ""He spoke at the inquest on the body of the dead man." ""I am convinced that he has more to tell and await her ladyship's further instructions. "" "Is that a matter of concern to you?" "Tell him I have no further interest in the subject." "As you will, my dear." "Just a brief look as we're passing, Ada." "Thank you." "There you are." "Thank you, sir." "God bless you, sir." "Was that a shilling?" "What if it was?" "It's a pleasure to brighten up his day." "So shall we look in on the court sessions?" "See how the law grinds on?" "We should - our future depends on it." "Mr Jarndyce doesn't think so." "Mr Jarndyce is a dear, good man, but his aversion to the law and lawyers seems hardly rational." "The law is a splendid profession." "I've been thinking of taking it up." "What about your medical studies?" "Plenty of time!" "A fellow can have more than one string to his bow!" "So shall we pay a visit to Chancery?" "Would it be a lark?" "All right, if you like." "Inasmuch as the party of the first part shall be known as the party of the first part, notwithstanding the party of the second part shall be referred to as the respondent..." "Enough!" "I beg your lordship's pardon?" "Wednesday fortnight." "All stand for the Lord High Chancellor of England!" "My Lord, I will be heard!" "Who is that fellow?" "I seem to know his face." "Mr Gridley, my lord." "Ah, yes, the man from Shropshire." "LAUGHTER" "Yes, my lord." "Gridley." "When will my case get a hearing?" "I've been dragged into this court, my estate has been sequestered, my farm is left to rot." "I can do nothing until I get a judgement." "Mr Gridley..." "Give me justice, my lord!" "Be silent, Mr Gridley!" "I cannot be silent any longer!" "Do you want to be arrested for contempt of court?" "You might as well, my lord, for it is you and all these villains that bring the law into contempt..." "Quiet!" ". .and ruin honest men!" "He's the worst of them !" "Tulkinghorn!" "I name him !" "I see you're determined to make trouble for yourself." "I will have justice!" "No, no, it's not the way." "I pray you, dear friend, hold back." "Take him down!" "Oh..." "Oh, have pity on him." "DOOR SLAMS SHUT" "SHE GASPS" "Mr Gridley is becoming a nuisance, Clamb." "He's irascible." "He's not polite." "No respect for the system, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Get a warrant sworn out for his arrest." "Yes, sir." "Contempt of court." "And slander." "Very good, sir." "Truly, it's nothing." "I'm quite myself again, Mr Woodcourt." "But you must rest." "No more court for you this week." "Will you promise me?" "I'm very sorry to give you trouble." "Oh, no, no trouble at all." "He is the very kindest of physicians in all the world." "He will have his reward on the Day of Judgment." "Everyone's so kind." "D'you know, I was carried here by one of the wards in Jarndyce." "Such an excellent young man." "Yes, he is." "Miss Jellyby?" "Everyone's so kind." "Everyone..." "So very kind." "(How is the old bird?" "(Thought she was a goner. )" "She is making a good recovery, Mr Krook." "Ah." "Is she?" "Good." "Don't want any more corpses..." "Get a reputation." "Good afternoon." "Krook at your service." "You're all welcome at my house." "And if you've got anything to sell, Krook's your man." "Hey." "Here's lovely hair." "I got three sacks of ladies' hair, and none of 'em as fine as this." "What colour, what texture." "That'll do, my good friend." "You can admire as the rest of us do, without taking that liberty." "Mr Carstone, right?" "The ward of Jarndyce." "That'll all end in grief and misery." "Ask him." "Ah." "So what, what do you call these little fellows, ma'am?" "Have... havetheyany names?" "I'll tell you what they're called, Mr Jarndyce." "She don't like to tell 'em, even though she named 'em." "Their names are Hope, Joy," "Youth, Peace," "Rest, Life," "Dust, Ashes," "Waste, Want," "Ruin, Despair, Madness," "Death, Cunning, Folly, Words," "Wigs, Rags, Jargon, Gammon and Spinach!" "This is a bitter wind." "And when my noble and learned friend gives his judgment, they'll all be set free." "That's right, isn't it, Flite?" "Yes, indeed, Mr Krook." "And then, should that day come..." ".all the other birds'll kill 'em !" "If ever the wind was in the east, I think it's there today." "Well, we must be going." "Er, Mr Woodcourt, would you do us the honour of dining with us?" "Our friend Mr Skimpole will be there, too." "Miss Flite." "Miss Flite seems to depend very much on you, Mr Woodcourt." "I have a great regard for her." "These old ladies pay very handsomely for your services, no doubt?" "I treat her gratis, Mr Skimpole." "You're a philanthropist, Mr Woodcourt?" "Yes, indeed." "Though it must be hard to make a living if you treat all your patients for nothing." "Hmm?" "Not quite that bad." "Some do pay me but a lot can't afford to." "And what am I to do, turn them away?" "Hmm." "If I could get a position at a hospital, I could make ends meet." "But those jobs are hard to come by." "I nearly took one up in the North Country a few months ago, but I'd be sorry to leave London if I can manage to make a go of it here." "I hope you do..." "Mr Woodcourt." "Thank you, Miss Summerson." "But I don't want to give Mr Carstone the wrong impression." "Medicine's a great profession, and I for one would have no other." "To medicine." "ALL:" "Medicine." "'Woodcourt. '" "Mr Allan Woodcourt." "Physician!" "Welsh." "What's he got that I haven't got?" "I saw her first, you..." ".you Welsh physician..." "But I will wait, my angel." "Guppy will wait." "My friend Boythorn has invited us down to Lincolnshire." "He's a neighbour of Sir Leicester Dedlock." "We shall see the great house, but only at a distance, I fear." "Boythorn is in a quarrel with Sir Leicester." "Boythorn is such a boisterous man." "I can't abide the fellow." "He's invited you as well, Skimpole." "Ah, well, in, in that case..." "IfI can bring pleasure to my friends, I will do anything required of me." "Except pay your dues." "Hmm?" "Do you remember the man who came to arrest, Miss Summerson, and I was saved by your good offices?" "Mr Neckett, you mean?" "Yes, yes, I do." "You'll never guess what's happened to him." "He has been arrested, too." "By the great bailiff himself!" "He will harass poor innocents like me no more." "You mean Neckett is dead?" "Yes." "And leaves three children to fend for themselves." "No-one, is likely to help them, their father's profession being so unpopular." "I don't like this." "Hm?" "If we make men like Neckett necessary, by our faults and follies, we should not take pleasure in their misfortunes." "No, but what can one do?" "Can you tell me where these wretched children can be found?" "Coavinses." "Nothing easier." "Then we shall go there tomorrow." "Excellent idea, sir." "Well, not you, Rick." "Why ever not?" "You will be at your medical studies with Mr Bayham Badger." "Ah, yes." "Of course." "To be sure." "Mr Carstone!" "Yes, Mr Badger?" "Is the mixture ground up yet?" "Er..." ".very nearly, Mr Badger." "Quick as you like, Mr Carstone." "Just popping out for a second, Mr Badger." "SHOP BELL RINGS, DOOR CLOSES" "Will you wait a moment for me?" "Miss Summerson." "Mr Guppy, this must stop." "I wouldn't want to cause you any distress." "Then stop." "Please, Mr Guppy." "You are wasting your time." "If you say so." "You will see me no more." "Thank you, Mr Guppy." "But my feelings won't change." "'Neckett's children?" "Next floor, sir. '" "Turn left and it's the third door." "You'll need the key." "Here you are, Miss." "This is most interesting, to visit the lair of my old adversary." "BABY CRIES" "We're locked in." "Mrs Blinder's got the key." "CRYING CONTINUES" "It's all right." "We haven't come to harm you." "Who's locked you up here?" "Charley." "Is Charley your brother?" "No, she's our sister." "And where is Charley now?" "Out washing." "Washing?" "Clothes." "To get money." "So we can eat." "My God..." "What's the matter?" "Nothing's the matter, child." "We heard of your circumstances and we've come to see how you're getting along." "Very well, thank you, sir." "We don't need no help from nobody." "I take care of all of us." "By working as a washerwoman?" "That's it." "God help you, You're not tall enough to reach the tub." "In pattens I am." "I got a pair that belonged to mother." "And how often do you go out?" "Every day, sir." "The baby's safe." "When it comes dark, the light from the court shines in." "And Tom's not afraid of the dark." "Are you, Tom?" "Not me." "So you see, we're all right here." "There's no need to put us in an orphanage." "BABY WAILS" "'And in the matter of the law-writer, her ladyship has asked me to pass on to you her gratitude 'for your patient investigations, but to inform you that she has no further interest in the matter. '" "Well, well." "We'll see." "Clamb!" "Yes, sir." "Are the court papers prepared for tomorrow?" "Yes, Mr Tulkinghorn." "And the arrest warrant for Mr Gridley?" "All is in hand, sir." "Good." "I'm going out." "Where shall I say you are if anyone enquires?" "I'll tell them I don't know." "That's it, Clamb." "Evening, sir." "Got any change?" "No, I haven't!" "Evening, sir." "Got any change, sir?" "Good day, sir." "Evening, sir." "Got any change, sir?" "Evening, miss." "Got any change, miss?" "Are you the boy they call Jo?" "I don't know nothing." "I ain't done nothing." "Come here." "You have nothing to fear from me." "You knew the man who died, the man called Nemo." "What if I did?" "What was he like?" "He was very good to me, he was." "He give me money when he had some." "I will give you money..." "if you will show me where he lived, and where he died, and where he was buried." "Can you do that?" "Yes, my lady." "I'm not a lady." "I'm a servant." "Yes, miss." "Now go before me, then." "And don't turn around, and don't speak to me unless I speak to you." "And I will give you more money than you have ever had in your life." "Now lead on." "So, how did you get on with your studies, Richard?" "Oh, well enough." "Well, you know..." "It'lldo as well as anything else, I suppose." "HE CLEARS HIS THROAT" "Mr Badger?" "My dear?" "Mr Badger and I were wondering whether Mr Carstone had chosen his profession ill-advisedly." "He has not that positive interest in it which would make it his vocation." "Does Mr Badger think so, too?" "We, um..." "Well, to tell the truth, when I heard Mrs Badger put it in that light, well, I..." "Theconclusionatwhich I have arrived, in short, is Mrs Badger's conclusion." "Really?" "Mmm." "I had no idea!" "The fact is, I've been coming to the same conclusion myself." "Yes, I have." "I've been thinking that the law is the boy for me." "Who lives here?" "Mr Snagsby." "Him who gave him the writing to do, and give him money for it." "Lead on." "Down here... aroundthiscorner." "That's Krook's house." "That's where he lived, miss." "And that's where he died." "Which room?" "Up at the top, miss." "At the back." "The law?" "Yes." "You see, if I went into Kenge's office, if I were placed under articles to Kenge," "I should be able to keep an eye on our case." "Look after Ada's interests as well." "You mustn't be swayed by hopes of something that may never happen." "No, sir, I understand that." "Absolutely." "I really am set upon the law." "I believe I'm cut out for it as I wasn't cut out for medicine." "If you are quite sure?" "I am, sir." "We can retreat with honour, and we will." "But we must make certain, for your cousin's sake, Rick, we make no more such mistakes." "Absolutely, sir." "No more mistakes." "The law it is." "The law." "What is this place?" "Why do you bring me here?" "It's where they brought him, miss, to bury him." "What?" "!" "In this dreadful place?" "Just there, miss." "See there?" "They didn't dig down very deep." "They was obliged to stamp upon it, to get it in." "Is this consecrated ground?" "What's that?" "Is it blessed?" "Blessed?" "Don't know." "Ain't done him much good if it is." "But I don't know nothing." "Here..." "Take this." "Goodnight." "You seem troubled." "Oh!" "I hope you don't think the worse of Richard, for changing his mind." "No." "He has time before him." "A whole lifetime." "But I wish he had your steadiness, Esther." "He has Ada's heart, you see." "He has her heart." "If you please, sir." "It's a Mr Woodcourt." "Woodcourt!" "This is a pleasant surprise." "Forgive the intrusion." "I know you're leaving for Lincolnshire soon and I wanted to say goodbye..." "as I am leaving myself very soon." "Not leaving poor Miss Flite in the lurch, I trust?" "I'm afraid so." "My financial situation has become acute." "An old debt has been called in and, to cut a long story short," "I have taken an appointment as a ship's surgeon." "The Navy is always in need of qualified men." "It's not what I wanted, and I am very sorry to be parting from you all..." "having just made your acquaintance." "Will you be away very long?" "Many months." "Perhaps years." "Oh." "DOOR OPENS" "Esther, look." "Very pretty." "Did you make it yourself?" "No." "It's from Mr Woodcourt." "That was thoughtful of him." "Esther, it's for you." "He told Harriet quite expressly, "for Miss Summerson"." "Here." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media 2005 Converted by reirei for the forum" "Here we are, Mr Carstone." "You'll find it rather quiet in the long vacation." "I myself am going down to the country." "An excellent opportunity for you, though, to familiarise yourself with the..." "Oh, Guppy will show you the ropes." ".Guppy!" "Here's Mr Carstone." "You're to make him at home..." "Read, Mr Carstone, hat's the best way." "Read and familiarise yourself." "Guppy." "Thank you, Mr Kenge, for giving me this opportunity." "I shan't disappoint you." "This way, Mr Carstone." "Here we are..." "Anything particular you wanted to see?" "Well..." "D 'youknow, I thought I might take a glance through Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "Hmm?" ".Welcome to Lincolnshire!" "I'm sorry we had to go the long way, ladies." "But I've resolved never to set foot on Dedlock's land." "And nor will he set foot on mine while I breathe a breath of life." "Are the Dedlocks down here at the moment?" "Sir Arrogant Numskull is here." "Laid up with the gout!" "Serve him right." "My lady is expected daily, they say." "No wonder she delays." "Whatever can have induced that transcendent woman to marry that effigy of a baronet is an impenetrable mystery." "Still, there we are." "Are we permitted to venture into Dedlock territory while we're here?" "Oh, I lay no prohibition on my guests." "And if you should happen to meet Sir Arrogant Numskull, you may tell him that Lawrence Boythorn is ready to meet him in single combat any time he chooses, with any weapon he likes, to the death." "What's that, Esther?" "Let me see." "Mr Woodcourt's flowers." "Don't say anything to Mr Jarndyce." "He would think it very foolish of me." "Why foolish?" "I don't suppose we shall ever see Mr Woodcourt again." "He has his way to make." "He's probably forgotten all about us already." "I doubt that very much, Esther." "I think you like Mr Woodcourt a great deal, don't you?" "I did." "Nothing will come of it." "He's gone now." "But not forever." "Think about it, Esther." "He came all the way to Bleak House to say goodbye to you." "And he left you flowers." "You must know that means he'll come back for you." "I'd rather not think about it, Ada." "Very well." "You won't think about Mr Woodcourt, and I won't think about Richard." "Here we are, Mr Carstone." "Is that it?" "That's some of it." "You have a good read." "Then, about 12 o'clock, I was thinking we might stroll down Old Street for a lobster and lettuce." "Food for thought, eh?" "Right." "Thank you, Mr Guppy." "Esther!" "What is it?" "Only that you seem so very serious." "Is something troubling you?" "No, nothing." "Nothing you would readily understand." "One day, perhaps." "So, how do you like it here in Lincolnshire?" "Very well." "But it is strange to be on holiday with no duties to occupy me." "I find, with nothing else to do, I have been thinking about myself." "I think you feel it very deeply, Esther, that you never knew your mother or your father." "But no man or woman worth a thought would think any the worse of you for that." "Not everybody's as good as you." "And most people can't afford to ignore worldly things." "Perhaps not, but you should know that there are those who value you very highly, whatever the circumstances of your birth." "I know, and I'm grateful, truly." "But if someone were to a..." "What I mean is, I would like to be able to say who I am and who my parents were." "I can only tell you as much as I know myself." "But that I'll tell you gladly." "Nine years ago, I received a letter from a woman I knew who was living in seclusion." "It told me of a child, an orphan girl, then twelve years old." "The writer had brought her up in secrecy since her birth," "Had blotted out all trace of her existence." "The writer w..." "The writer was my aunt and I was the orphan child." "Yes." "She asked me if I'd continue what she had begun after her death." "She seemed to believe it was your duty to do penance for your mother's sin, whatever it was - and if it WAS a sin." "I told her that if I took you into my care there would be no penance, but that I'd do my best to care for you and see you well and happy, if I could." "And this without knowing anything of me?" "I had the means to do it and no-one of my own to care for." "And..." "It has turned out very well for me, Esther." "I hope it has for you." "Yes." "I wish I could know who my mother was." "But you have been the best father I could have wished for." "What is it?" "Have I said something wrong?" "Nothing..." ".at all." "DRY CHUCKLE" "So what's it to be, then, young gentlemen?" "Ah, first, let me introduce my colleague" "Mr Richard Carstone." "He's quite a swell, you know." "One of the Wards in Jarndyce." "He'll be worth hundreds of thousands one day." "Better keep on his right side." "I certainly shall, Mr Guppy." "Very honoured to serve you, sir, and if there's anything you fancy, well, you just let me know." "Yeah, all right, Polly, draw it mild." "Two lobster and lettuce - without the slugs this time - and two pints of half-and-half will get us started." "Thank you, Mr Guppy." "Thank you, sir." "She's all right, Polly." "And you won't get a better lobster and lettuce in London." "May I enquire as to your friends Miss Ada Clare and Miss Esther... er,Summerson?" "Both well." "They're in Lincolnshire at present with our guardian, Mr Jarndyce." "Oh, Lincolnshire." "At Chesney Wold perhaps?" "Sir Leicester Dedlock's place?" "I've visited there myself." "They showed me round." "Very civil." "No, they're staying with a neighbour of the Dedlocks." "Mr Boythorn." "Lady Dedlock, she's a very fine looking lady." "A beauty without peer... almost." "Is that so?" "I say no more at present." "Miss Clare, now, she has great expectations like yourself." "And what about Miss Summerson?" "Does she stand to come into a fortune too, when she's of age?" "I'm not sure that's any of your business, Guppy." "Oh, no offence meant." "Friendly enquiry." "She has the look of a lady about her, to my eye, that's all." "Between you and me, Mr Carstone," "I think she has the face of an angel." "That's very poetic of you, Guppy." "There we are, gentlemen." "Oh, thank you, Polly." "Quick as you like with the lobster." "I AM poetic." "Not a lot know that." "Waiting upon His Lordship's convenience once again." "Sir Arrogant Numskull." "O give thanks unto the Lord, for his mercy endureth for ever..." "for he satisfieth the empty soul." "Take an extreme case - take the case of the slaves on the American plantations." "I daresay they are worked hard." "I dare say they don't altogether like it." "But, you know, they people the landscape for me." "They give it a poetry for me." "And perhaps that is one of the pleasanter objects of their existence." "Skimpole, you're a damned fool." "Now, this is as far as I go." "Enemy territory." "Do you see?" "Numskull country." "DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLES" "Do you know, I think I might go back with you." "I fancy the weather's on the turn." "THUNDER RUMBLES" "THUNDER BOOMS" "THUNDER CRASHES" "THEY GIGGLE" "You're not frightened?" "Not at all." "IN MOCK EXASPERATION:" "Ada!" "Your friend is exposing herself to danger, I think." "I hope I did not startle you." "I took shelter here myself a few minutes before you did." "I believe I have the pleasure of addressing Mr Jarndyce?" "I'm honoured that you should remember me, Lady Dedlock." "I recognised you in church." "I am sorry that this little local dispute of Sir Leicester's makes it so difficult for me to show you any attention here." "I quite understand." "I have sent for a carriage." "It should be here very soon." "I will have it sent back for you." "Your Ladyship is very kind." "This must be Miss Clare, the ward in Jarndyce?" "Very pretty." "And who is this?" "Miss Esther Summerson." "I act as her guardian." "Has Miss Summerson lost both her parents?" "Yes, my Lady." "You are fortunate in your guardian, Miss Summerson." "Mr Jarndyce, it seems a long time since we were in the habit of meeting, but I think you knew my sister better than you knew me." "Yes, through my friend Boythorn." "We went our different ways." "We had little in common even before we agreed to differ." "It should be regretted, I suppose." "But it could not be helped." "HOOFBEATS Here is the carriage." "What, two of you?" "You sent a message for an attendant." "I am your ladyship's maid, not this one." "I'm sorry, my Lady." "I thought you might've meant me." "I did mean you, child." "Put that shawl on me." "You may walk back when the rain has cleared." "What?" "You tell me to walk?" "I am your maid, not her." "Always you put her before me, this little village girl, this pig-man's daughter." "You cannot do this to me." "I can do as I like, Hortense, as you well know." "And now I say this to you, you are no longer my maid." "You are dismissed." "Walk back to the house, collect your things and go." "Come with me, child." "What do you look at?" "You like what you see?" "!" "Look at this, then." "Weary work, Mr Carstone?" "It is, Guppy." "To tell you the truth, I can't make head nor tail of it." "Perhaps the law's not the boy for me after all." "You picked a hard one to start on, Mr Carstone." "See, from what I can make out, it's not just that there's more than one will, it's that they was badly drawn up in the first place." "So bad no-one knows what the old fella meant by 'em." "Now you tell me." "You was that set on it, I couldn't stop ya." "Now, what's lacking 'ere is a nice bit of hard, clear evidence." "If we could ferret that out, we'd be in clover, Mr Carstone." "What sort of evidence?" "Well..." "say the old chap made a later will." ""I hereby leave all my worldly goods to Mr Carstone and Miss Clare, or in the event of their prior demise," ""to their descendents in the direct line"." "That sort of evidence." "You think there might be one?" "You know Krook?" "Miss Flite's landlord?" "That's him." "He's a funny old cove." "He knows more than he's telling about Jarndyce, too." "Buys up all these documents even though he can barely read a word, and no-one knows what he's got there." "I, er, "cultivate" him, you know." "Often learn things to my advantage." "hmm, you might too." "Guppy, what on earth has Krook to do with me?" "You haven't got a very enquiring mind, have you, Mr Carstone?" "You won't get far in the law like that." "Krook's got an empty room, now that Nemo, the law-writer, has died." "Do you know what I'd do if I was you?" "I'd rent it, have a bit of a root about in Krook's place." "Who knows what you might find?" "Thank you for the advice, Guppy." "Up to you." "I'm off to Snagsby's, pick up some copying." "You can mind the store, Mr Carstone." "Mr Snagsby, this is refreshment indeed." "And we need refreshment, my friends, because we are mortal, because we are sinful, because we are of the earth, not of the air." "Can we fly, my friends?" "We cannot." "And why can we not fly?" "No wings?" "Indeed." "Then let us partake of the good things which are set before us." "DOOR OPENS" "Mr Snagsby, it's a policeman." "He's got the crossing-sweeper boy with him." "He's asking for you, Mr Snagsby." "Oh..." "Perhapsyou'llexcuse me for half a minute." "'Mr Snagsby, do you know this boy?" "'" "Yes, I do know him, officer." "What's the matter, Jo?" "Loitering." "Turned out his pockets, found this half-crown." "When questioned, he said he had it from you, sir." "Quite right, Constable." "Then we finds two more." "Very strange for a poor crossing-sweeper boy." "And how does he explain that?" "I had it from a lady, Mr Snagsby." "A lady in a veil." "She said she was a servant, but I don't think she was." "She wanted me to show her where the law-writer lived, and where they buried him." "She wanted to see the shop, too, as well, Mr Snagsby." "I took her all around, showed her everything." "She gave me a sovereign, and that's what's left of it." "You expect us to believe that, do you?" "No, I don't expect nothing at all..." "Butit 'strue,MrSnagsby." "I believe the boy is honest, Constable." "All right, Mr Snagsby." "If I don't lock him up this time, will you engage for his moving on?" "Yes, Constable, I will." "Now, Jo, you know you must do it." "All right, Mr Snagsby, sir." "Here, catch hold of your money." "Now, the sooner you're five mile off, the better for all parties." "I shall see him on his way, sir." "Will you take a cup of tea, Mr Guppy?" "Mmm." "Kenge and Carboys." "I knew them very well at one time." "Was you a party in anything, ma'am?" "Not exactly, Mr Guppy." "I once worked for a lady named Miss Barbary." "Mr Kenge often used to visit." "It was in connection with a young girl who lived there, named Esther Summerson." "Summerson?" "You know Miss Esther Summerson?" "I knew her as a child, and there was no "Miss Summerson" about it then." "It was "Esther do this" and "Esther do that", and she was made to do it." "Anyway, as I recall, her real name was Esther Hawdon." "Or so Miss Barbary once told me." "Is that so?" "SHOP BELL TINKLES" "WOOD CREAKS" "STAIR CREAKS CAT SNARLS" "Mr Guppy..." "of Kenge's." "What's he want?" "Little present, Mr Krook." "Hey, this ain't the fourteen-penny." "This is the eighteen-penny." "Thought you might fancy it for a change." "I do." "Take a drop yourself?" "I will, Mr Krook." "Thank you." "HOARSE VOICE:" "That's very fine." "You're a man for information, Krook." "I am." "I heard a good one today." "About a lady who wanted to know all about your dead lodger, the law-writer." "Where he lived and how he died." "She give the crossing-sweeper boy a sov to show her round." "Did she come here, Krook?" "No." "You ever hear of the name Barbary, Mr Krook?" "Barbary?" "Maybe." "In connection with Miss Esther Summerson?" "Summerson?" "Can't say I have, no." "See, I've got an inkling they're all connected up somehow." "Ah, yes?" "Very good, this, Mr Guppy." "Mind you, it ain't nothing to the two-and-sixpenny." "PURRY GROWL" "A woman in a veil( !" ") A LADY in a veil, the boy said." "And what would a boy like that know?" "He was most particular, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I thought you would wish to know." "Yes." "Thank you, Mr Snagsby." "Thank you..." "Ah,yes,to be sure." "Good day, Mr Tulkinghorn." "This man Nemo, the dead law-writer." "There's some mystery here." "Let's see what we can find out about him." "And perhaps you could ask Inspector Bucket to call." "I think I need to see that boy again." "Miss Summerson!" "There's a young woman to see you." "Mademoiselle." "I 'ave taken a great liberty in coming here." "How can I help you?" "Mademoiselle, you were present when my lady dismissed me." "She's so very high and I was too high for her." "All that is done." "Mademoiselle, I have come to offer myself to be your domestique." "Oh." "I'm sorry..." "Please, do not dismiss me so soon." "But, you see, I don't keep a maid." "I never have." "For one thing, I couldn't afford one." "Then I will serve you for nothing but my food." "And I will serve you well." "You don't know how well." "I will do anything you ask, and more." "Mademoiselle Hortense, I am sorry." "I wish I could help you, but it's not in my power to." "I couldn't pay you a proper wage, and it would be wrong to let you work for nothing." "I'm sure you will find a more suitable position." "I thank you most humbly for receiving me, mademoiselle." "Will you allow me to kiss your hand?" "Adieu, mademoiselle." "You seem agitated, Snagsby." "No need for that." "Drink your wine." "Very fine wine, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Mmm, it is a rare wine now." "It is 50 years old." "I wouldn't want anything to happen to the boy, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Nothing will." "Oh, dear me." "I wasn't aware there was anyone else present." "This is Mr Bucket, Snagsby." "Mr Bucket's a detective officer." "No harm will come to the boy, Mr Snagsby." "All we want you for is to help us find him, and then we want to put a question or two to him, that's all." "No harm will come to him?" "Not a bit of harm." "Well, then, Mr Tulkinghorn, if that's the case..." "Here's your hat, Mr Snagsby." "And if you're ready, I am." "Tom-All-Alone's, you say." "I believe that's where he finds shelter, yes, Mr Bucket." "Ever been there?" "Me?" "No, never." "You won't like it." "It's the last resort, Mr Snagsby, of them as has no choice." "Evenin', gents!" "And what's your business, young lady(?" ")" "Dear me!" "It's a whole different world, Mr Snagsby." "We'll turn down here, short-cut." "They've been going down with the smallpox here, like sheep with the rot, poor devils." "Here we are." "Boy name of Jo." "Is he here tonight?" "Here, Mister." "Mister..." "I saw him." "He was with her." "Thank you, kindly." "Mr Snagsby." "Who have we got here, then?" "We ain't done nothing wrong, sir." "Didn't say you had." "You're not from here." "No, sir." "St Albans." "Brickmakers?" "Come up on the tramp?" "Yes, sir." "They said there was some work on the potteries by the Hippodrome, but there wasn't none." "We might as well've stayed where we was." "Jenny!" "Come as quick as I could." "No need to be frightened, Jo." "All you have to do is stand still and look and listen, and tell us what you see." "I don't see nothing, sir." "Wait." "That's her." "Who?" "The lady." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd for the BBC, 2005." "Converted by reirei for the forom." "That is the lady you saw, is it?" "Who wanted to know about Nemo, the law-writer?" "And gave you a sovereign?" "Yes, sir." "Take off your glove." "Well?" "What about that?" "I don't know, sir." "She had rings but she could have took 'em off since." "And do you remember the lady's voice?" "FRENCH ACCENT:" "Was it like this?" "No." "The veil." "It's not her." "Not a bit like." "I'm sorry, sir, it's not my fault." "Nobody said it was, Jo." "Did they, Inspector?" "Here, take this." "Take care how you spend it and don't get yourself into trouble." "Off with you now." "Are you satisfied, monsieur?" "Yes, thank you, mademoiselle." "I will give you no further trouble about this little wager." "You will remember, sir, that I am not at present employed." "Certainly." "You will confer upon me the favour of your distinguished recommendation?" "By all means." "A word from Mr Tulkinghorn is so powerful." "Goodnight, gentlemen." "All squared then, Mr Tulkinghorn." "There ain't a doubt." "It was the mistress with the maid's dress on." "All right, Mr Bucket." "Thank you, Mr Snagsby, for your help." "And for your discretion." "Yes, yes, indeed, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I'll see you on your way, sir." "Goodnight then, Officer." "And you will be discreet, Mr Snagsby, won't you?" "Won't speak to anyone, anyone at all, of what you've seen and heard tonight?" "Not a word, Inspector." "Oh, one more thing." "Are you familiar with a man called Gridley, Mr Snagsby?" "The man from Shropshire?" "Yes, yes." "I-I know him, poor fellow." "I have a warrant for his arrest, you see, for slandering Mr Tulkinghorn." "He's been keeping out me way." "If you was to see him or hear of where he was hiding himself, you'd let me know, I'm sure." "Certainly, certainly." "But upon my honour," "I haven't the least idea of where he might be." "All right, Mr Snagsby." "I'll let you go now." "Goodnight to you." "Goodnight, Inspector." "Richard, we shouldn't." "Who's to say that?" "We promised Mr Jarndyce." "What?" "Only to postpone our engagement." "He must be brought to change his mind about that and understand that we can't bear not to belong to each other utterly." "And I intend to tell him so myself." "And the rest." "There." "I've missed you so much." "GIGGLING AND CHATTER" "Rick, this is a very pleasant surprise." "I trust Mr Kenge doesn't mind your taking a day or two of his time to visit us?" "Ah..." "Mr Kenge and I have come to an agreement." "What agreement's that?" "That I'm not altogether suited to the law, sir." "Well, you mean you intend to abandon your studies?" "Didn't we agree there could be no more changes of mind?" "Yes, we did, but a man can make a mistake." "And if a mistake has been made, isn't it better to face up to it, admit one's been misled and choose a more suitable profession?" "And what profession have you settled upon this time?" "The army, sir." "I intend to purchase a commission in a good regiment." "Then, by living within my pay, I reckon I should be able to save up to £2, 000 in five years." "Enough to get married." "I've talked it all through with Ada." "Have you?" "I believe the law is not the best profession for Richard, Mr Jarndyce." "That may well be." "Then we're agreed." "And Ada and I want you to recognise our engagement." "We're not children, we know our minds and our hearts." "I'm sure you think you do." "Let us leave that a moment." "It's a rare officer who lives within his pay, but let us leave that, too." "You must understand, Rick, this plan to go into the army must be your final choice." "Every penny that you have of certainty, and more, will be spent by the time you've equipped yourself." "Of course, it's quite true that I've exhausted my present resources." "I haven't laid my money out very wisely, perhaps, but I can admit my mistakes and learn from them." "I think it's hard of you to remind me of my errors in front of others." "I must be sure you understand the situation." "Are you quite sure you understand MY situation?" "Every penny I have of certainty has been laid out but what I have of certainty is not all I have." "Rick." "Rick, for the love of God, don't found your hope on that wretched court case!" "Better to borrow, better to beg..." "better to die!" "I know these are strong words, Ada, but I have seen how that case destroys men's lives." "How it drove my great uncle to blow out his own brains." "Now, as to your proposed engagement, when we spoke of it before, I advised you that you were too young to make such a commitment." "What has happened since then has strengthened me in that view." "It will be better for both of you if you remain cousins for the foreseeable future." "Why don't you just say you have no confidence in me and advise Ada not to have any either!" "Because I don't mean that." "But you think I've begun badly!" "Rick, you've hardly begun at all." "When you've something to offer Ada, that'll be the time to think of an engagement." "You're very hard with us, sir." "Well..." ".you have the remedy in your own hands." "Come, Rick, you know it's time to knuckle down and make something of yourself." "Let's shake hands on it." "DOOR SLAMS" "KNOCK ON DOOR" "Mr Krook?" "It is not convenient." "I am in deshabille." "Please go away." "Whatever it is will wait until morning." "Mr..." "MrKrook,I..." "Mr Gridley!" "A thousand apologies, Miss Flite." "I didn't know where else to go." "They've done for me." "That monster Tulkinghorn's got a warrant on me for slander." "HE COUGHS" "I spent last night at Tom All Alone's." "Mr Gridley, dear old friend, much as I sympathise," "I couldn't offer you shelter here." "Please understand, Mr Gridley, it wouldn't be proper." "I..." "I'm an unmarried lady." "Of course." "Quite right." "Thousand apologies." "I couldn't think of anyone else." "General George!" "General George, Mr Gridley." "He will help you." "He has accommodation of a rough sort and a heart of gold." "The flowers in the drawing room are looking rather tired." "I'll see to it at once, m'Lady." "Oh, Mrs Rouncewell?" "Yes, m'Lady." "What do you know of that girl in Mr Jarndyce's care?" "Miss Clare, m'Lady?" "The ward in Jarndyce?" "No, the other." "Her companion." "Summerbee..." "Summerfield." "Miss Summerson, begging your pardon, m'Lady." "Well?" "No-one knows anything about her in the village." "Except she seemed a very pleasant young lady." "No airs and graces." "But where she comes from, nobody knows, as they say." "All right, Mrs Rouncewell." "MR GEORGE:" "And come again, Mr Carstone, sir." "Steady." "Watch the eyes, not the blade." "Watch the eyes, not the blade." "And come again, sir." "Hold hard, Mr Carstone, sir." "Let's not run before we can walk." "Yes." "All right." "Thank you, Mr George." "And come again." "I have to go now." "Court, you know." "Thank you, Mr George." "Good day to you." "See you this afternoon, sir?" "He ain't a stayer, that one, Mr George." "He may be yet, Phil." "In too much of a hurry." "Oh, what's that?" "GUNSHOT There, that's for the Chancellor." "And that's for Tulkinghorn." "Hang on, Mr G. I don't think you're up to this work, not just now." "You come along with Phil." "Thank you, Phil." "Yes?" "The man called Nemo, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I've been sniffing around like you asked." "He pawned some medals the day he died." "And?" "One of them was inscribed with the name of Captain Hawdon." "Do we know of him, Clamb?" "Smallweed, the moneylender, had been advertising a little while ago for the whereabouts of Captain Hawdon." "Seems the gentleman had defaulted on his debts and gone missing." "I wonder if Smallweed had any success in finding him?" "Perhaps we should have a word with Mr Smallweed." "Very good, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Don't you know me, Miss?" "It's Charley." "Charley Neckett." "Oh, yes, of course." "And what can we do for you, Charley?" "If you please, Miss, I'm to be your maid." "I'm a present to you from Mr Jarndyce." "No, don't embarrass me with thanks." "I saw how things were and how they could be and it gave me pleasure to arrange it all." "I wish you had consulted me first." "You don't think she's suitable?" "I'm sure she'll do very well." "But is it kind to separate her from her brother and sister?" "And what am I to do with a lady's maid?" "Maids are for the likes of Lady Dedlock, not the likes of me." "I never asked for a lady's maid, and nor would I feel myself comfortable with one." "Esther, in my mind at least, you're quite as much of a lady as my Lady Dedlock." "And perhaps it's time for you to begin to think of yourself as such." "Look, will you keep Charley on?" "Just to humour me?" "And if I can arrange it so that she can see Tom and Emma more than once a month..." "You wouldn't send her away now, would you?" "No." "You must think me very ungrateful." "And believe me, I'm not." "But your kindness is almost..." ".overwhelming." "Forgive me?" "MR SMALLWEED:" "If you're round me, you'll know it." "Have a care there, you maniac!" "I'll have your throats cut, I will!" "Oh, my Lord, I'm shaken." "In here!" "Go on, get in there!" "Oh, you clumsy oaf!" "You'll put me in me grave!" "Mr Smallweed, good of you to trouble yourself." "Honoured, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Privileged, deeply gratified." "Set me down gently." "Gently!" "Off!" "Off, out." "Go on, wait outside." "Savages." "I'm half killed." "If you'd be so kind as to ask your man to shake me up a bit, Mr Tulkinghorn?" "BONES CRACK Oh..." "Much obliged." "Deeply honoured." "Very nice." "Very smart." "Now, how can I be of service?" "Some time ago you were interested in tracing a Captain Hawdon." "Hawdon?" "Yes, I was." "A welsher." "A bilker." "A defalcator." "Owes me hundreds of pounds and gone to ground." "Bad debt!" "Bad debt!" "I hate 'em !" "You didn't find him then?" "He'd know about it if I did." "I'd squeeze him." "Did anybody come in answer to your advertisement?" "Only one, and he was no good to me." "His old sergeant from his army days, Mr George." "He owes me money too, but he pays the interest." "But he clammed up when he heard what the matter was." "This Sergeant George..." "close companion of Captain Hawdon, would you say?" "I would." "Close as blood, I'd say." "But he wouldn't give him up, no matter what." "Mr Smallweed, I believe you can do me a service." "You know where Sergeant George is to be found?" "I do." "Oh, mind my bones, you brimstone black people!" "Smash me to pieces, will ya!" "'Ere!" "Oh, give 'em tuppence, Judy, it's more than they're worth." "I think this has killed me." "Mr George!" "Mr George, over here!" "Mr Smallweed." "Oh, dear." "That sword looks awful gleaming and sharp." "It might cut someone, by accident." "We don't go in for accidents here, Mr Smallweed." "And if you could tell your workman not to wave his firearm so..." "Oh, Lord." "It's me granddaughter, Judy." "Shake me up, Judy." "Nice little business you got here, Mr George." "Worth a bit, I'd say." "Come to turn me out of it, have you?" "No, not yet, George." "Not unless my friend in the city insists on it." "You're a bit behind on your payments." "HE CHUCKLES" "Oh, dear, quite a bit behind." "Never was much of a money man, was you, Mr George?" "Oh, yes, reminds me." "Young gentleman who comes here, name of Carstone," "I was thinking of buying some of his debts cheap." "What do you think?" "They say he has good friends and a chance in a lawsuit." "Might be worth a flutter, at a price, you know." "But to pass from the ensign to the captain, I've come to do you a favour, George." "You remember Captain Hawdon, your gallant comrade in arms?" "You remember I advertised, you came to me?" "You tricked me." "You said he would hear something to his advantage." "But you were pursuing him for debts." "And why should I not?" "I bought 'em up thinking he was an honourable man with friends to rally round." "He turned into a scoundrel and a blackguard, a gyper and a sneak!" "You won't speak of him like that." "Not here." "He was a gallant officer, and the best friend a man ever had." "And bloodsuckers like you feasted on him when he was down." "Oh, Judy, he's killing me." "You won't speak of him like that." "And you won't find him either." "He's dead." "Oh, dear." "Shake me up, Judy." "There's a lawyer, a very eminent lawyer, wants a sample of his handwriting." "He'll pay." "He'll pay well." "Enough to end all your troubles, I dare say." "So if you happen to have any letters in his hand, my dear old friend..." "I wouldn't give you the sight of 'em." "I wouldn't want it!" "It's for my friend, the eminent lawyer." "He's keen." "He's keen as mustard for 'em." "He's got enough to end all your money troubles, George." "And if the Captain's dead, where's the 'arm in it?" "If you're in it, there's bound to be harm in it." "Not a bit of it, my dear old friend." "Stands to reason I'd like to see you straight." "Will you see the gentleman, George?" "I'll think about it." "What's his name?" "Tulkinghorn." "Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "Application for costs." "Yes, very well, very well." "Mr Tangle." "Always costs, costs, costs, and nothing is done." "Patience, dear friend." "We shall all be served on the Day of Judgement." "Miss Flite." "Good to see you in court, Mr Carstone, but there really is no need for you to trouble yourself." "How else am I to find out about my affairs?" "It seems to me that you lawyers conspire to prolong proceedings week after week and no progress is made." "It would seem so to the untutored eye, indeed, but I can assure you..." "You forget that I have studied law, sir." "Oh, yes." "Several weeks." "And now we are to congratulate you on your commission in the army." "I trust you'll find it more..." "in your line." "Mr Jarndyce is coming up to town, I believe?" "Yes, he is, sir." "To satisfy himself I'm keeping my nose to Mr George's grindstone." "And the other ward in Jarndyce, Miss Clare, and her companion Miss Summerson?" "Yes, yes, they're coming too." "Oh!" "My very best respects to them." "And to you, Mr Carstone." "Good day." "Very well, Mr Tangle, the court decrees..." "I suppose it's nothing to him if the case goes on forever." "I beg your pardon, Mr Carstone, but did I hear you mention Mr George?" "Yes, Miss Flite." "What of it?" "An old friend of mine is lodging there, incognito, and I should like to visit him, but it's not a neighbourhood I like to go to on my own." "My dear Miss Flite, it will be my pleasure to escort you there whenever you wish." "Oh, Mr Carstone." "I'm so obliged." "And as such must be paid by the plaintiff, and..." "The Turveydrop Academy of Dance and Deportment, Cross Street, driver." "Sir." "We'll meet you at Mr George's shooting gallery." "You have the address?" "Yes." "Give Caddy my very best wishes, Esther." "I will." "Bye, my dear." "Walk on." "It's so good of you to come, Miss." "I'm very glad to see you both." "He's in such a state." "He swore he couldn't do it, and I said he must, and then he said," ""Well, if Miss Summerson was standing by, I think I might bring it off. "" "And so, today's the day." "Caddy, If you think I would be of help..." "Prince does." "Then I'm very happy to." "Oh, Lord, here he comes." "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen." "Father, you remember Miss Summerson?" "Charmed." "Enchanted." "Overjoyed." "Our little academy is made a paradise." "My dear son, you have four schools this afternoon." "I recommend a hasty sandwich." "Father..." "I beg you prepare your mind for what I have to say." "Good heaven." "What is this?" "Father," "I love this young lady, and we are engaged." "Engaged?" "!" "An arrow launched at my brow by my own child." "It is well your sainted mother is spared this pang." "Strike home, sir, strike home." "Dear Father, don't say that." "Caddy and I don't forget our duty." "You will always be the head and master here." "Strike home." "Strike home." "You will have everything you had and more, Father." "You will have two to care for you instead of one." "And we shall devote ourselves to making your life agreeable." "Won't we, Caddy?" "Yes, Prince." "Father?" "My son, my children," "I cannot resist your prayer." "Be happy." "And what did Mr and Mrs Jellyby have to say?" "I don't think Ma hardly noticed." "She'd only care about me if I was an African." "Pa's bankrupt and the bailiffs are in." "She don't care about that." "It'll be such a relief to be out of that house and with my darling Prince, even if we do have to put up with his Pa." "He's in court, you say?" "Yes, sir." "I believe he looks in there most days." "I think I feel a touch of the east wind, Ada." "And what kind of a swordsman d'you make of Mr Carstone?" "Pretty good, sir." "If Mr Carstone were to give his full mind to it, he would be very good." "Ah, here's the man of the moment." "Rick, my boy." "We've come to see how you're getting on." "That's very kind of you sir, I'm sure." "Cousin Ada." "And what have you found out, sir?" "How am I getting on?" "Oh, pretty well, according to Mr George." "I'm relieved to hear it." "I'm due to join my regiment next week to sail for Ireland." "Mr George." "I've come to visit a dear old friend of mine who you've been looking after." "We need not speak his name, a Chancery friend..." "Mr George..." "Sayshe 'sadoctor." "Called to see you know who." "Ah, very good." "Doctor?" "You're no doctor." "I know you." "You do, George." "And I know you as well." "My name is Bucket, for those who ain't aware of it." "And I've got a peace-warrant against a man named Gridley." "For slandering Mr Tulkinghorn." "Oh, dear." "And what makes you think he's here?" "Been keeping an eye on his old friend Miss Flite, in case she got the urge to pay him a call." "You kept him out the way a long time, George, and it does you credit." "But the game's up now." "You're a man of sense, you know, and you'll give him up quietly." "This way, then." "May we see our dear old friend first?" "Oh..." "Well, you see..." "here I am." "This is what it's come to." "I thought they'd never wear me out." "I thought they'd never break my heart, but they have." "Come, come, Gridley." "That's not your way." "We're all a little low now and then." "Hold up." "You'll lose your temper with the whole round of 'em again and again, you're not done yet." "Don't shake your head, nod it." "Look." "Here's Tulkinghorn's warrant." "Wouldn't you like to tear it with your teeth, him too?" "Let's have it out with him before the magistrates, eh?" "I made a fight of it, once upon a time." "But it's all done now." "All done?" "Never." "You're half the fun of the fair at Chancery, you are." "George, you lend him a hand, let's see if he won't be better up than down." "Come on, Mr Gridley." "HE WHEEZES" "No!" "Mr Gridley..." "Not without my blessing." "Not... notwithoutmyblessing." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd for BBC - 2005 Converted by reirei for the forom" "Re-edited by XBeth - 2009" "Please to wait in here, Sergeant." "I'll tell Mr Tulkinghorn that you're here." "Hello, George." "Oh... you're here before me, are you?" "Pretty close, are you, with the great man?" "We've done a bit of business, George, we're pretty familiar." "Look out, here he comes." "Sergeant George..." "Thank you for coming." "I believe Mr Smallweed has told you that I'm interested in a certain Captain Hawdon." "The Captain's dead, sir." "Possibly." "Then again, possibly not." "Now, you served under Captain Hawdon at one time, and were his attendant in illness, and were rather in his confidence, is that so?" "Yes, sir, that is so." "So, you may have, in your possession, letters, accounts, instructions in Captain Hawdon's writing?" "If I had, sir, what is that to you?" "I wish to purchase them." "And may I ask why, sir?" "No, you may not." "And if you were a man of business, you would know better than to ask such a question." "But if you are afraid of doing injury to Captain Hawdon, you may set your mind at rest about that." "Aye." "He is dead." "So you say." "Now, assuming that you have letters in the Captain's handwriting, what will you take for them?" "I'd rather have nothing to do with it, sir, if you'll excuse me." "Oh!" "If I did have letters, they would be private and personal, sir, between him and me, and not to be bought and sold." "Admirable sentiments." "Sergeant George, is it true that you gave shelter to the man, Gridley?" "It is, sir, and I don't regret it." "A threatening, murderous, dangerous fellow?" "I don't care for your associates, Sergeant George." "And I don't much care for yours, sir, if it comes to that." "Sergeant George is in debt, is he not, Mr Smallweed?" "He is indeed." "Right up to his throat he is." "And the debt could be called in at any moment?" "Quick as lightning, if my friend in the City gave the nod, Mr Tulkinghorn." "And then Sergeant George, and any dependent on him, would be ruined?" "I'm afraid so." "Very much afraid so." "Would you care to reconsider, Sergeant George?" "Change your mind?" "There would be no shame in it." "No, sir, I would not." "Handsome carriage." "Built to go far and fast, I'd say." "Who the devil is it?" "I wasn't aware we were expecting visitors." "If you please, Sir Leicester?" "Yes?" "I believe it's Mr Rouncewell's carriage." "Ah." "Yes, of course." "Mrs Rouncewell's son." "Mmm." "What would one call him?" "A self-made man, I suppose." "Treats himself pretty well, I must say." "No doubt he can afford to." "One understands he owns a number of factories." "Hmm, extraordinary." "Mr Tulkinghorn informs me he has been invited to go into Parliament." "My housekeeper's son, invited to go into Parliament." "She had another son, I understand." "He turned out very badly, if that is of any comfort to you." "Ran away to the wars and so forth." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "But this one, the Ironmaster, has written to me and asked for an interview with the two of us." "But I'm confounded if I know what the fellow could possibly want from us." "Mr Rouncewell, m'lady." "Sir Leicester." "Lady Dedlock." "It is very good of you to see me." "We would always wish to oblige Mrs Rouncewell's son, sir." "Please sit down." "Thank you." "I will be very brief." "Lady Dedlock has been so kind as to take the young woman we have just seen into her service." "Rosa Cartwright." "Exactly." "My son has fallen in love with Miss Cartwright, and asked my consent to his proposing marriage to her." "I am not, at present, inclined to oppose their engagement if the young woman is willing to engage herself." "But I would have to make it a condition of my consent that she did not remain at Chesney Wold." "Not remain at Chesney Wold?" "I don't understand you, sir." "Mr Rouncewell, pray explain what you mean." "Willingly, Lady Dedlock." "My wife and I were plainly brought up, but we have risen in the world and we have been able to educate our son and his sisters well." "Very well." "Now, unequal marriages are not so rare in our world." "The son of a factory owner may fall in love with a young woman who works in that factory." "Mr Rouncewell, do you draw a parallel between Chesney Wold and a factory?" "I agree the places are different, but I think the parallel may be justly drawn." "Are you aware, sir, that this young woman, whom my Lady, my Lady, has placed near her person, was educated here?" "Was brought up at the village school just outside the very gates of this house?" "And brought up very well, I'm sure, as far as that goes." "Mr Rouncewell..." "MyLady, permit me one moment." "Mr Rouncewell, our views on duty, and our views on station, and our views on education, in short, all our views are so diametrically opposed that to prolong this discussion would be repellent to your feelings and would be repellent to mine." "This young woman is honoured with my Lady's notice and favour, but if she wishes to withdraw, she is at liberty to do so." "We are obliged to you for the plainness with which you have spoken." "Now let us leave the subject." "Sir Leicester, Lady Dedlock." "I thank you for your attention." "I shall very strongly recommend my son to conquer his present inclinations." "Good day." "He's an obstinate fellow that Sergeant George." "Obstinate?" "He's a veritable brimstone beast." "I'd like to tear his head off." "I'd like to smash him to pieces." "You try to do the man a favour, he spits in your eye." "His position is vulnerable." "I'll call in his debts." "I'll lay possession on his shooting gallery." "I'll have him in the debtors' prison." "Not yet, I think." "Watch and wait, Mr Smallweed." "That's what I've learnt at law, and it's served me well." "Mr George may yet see reason." "Let him reflect a while." "He owes me money!" "I'd like to squeeze it out of him like blood out of an orange." "And I would if I had the strength." "He has the strength and the passion, I believe." "Is he a man of violence, Smallweed?" "Man of violence?" "It's his profession, Mr Tulkinghorn." "He's a past master in it." "Then let's not put it to the test, not yet." "I believe I've been put in a hard spot, Phil." "Those two, they could break me, between 'em." "Not them." "Ain't no-one could break you, guv'nor." "They could put me on the street, and they're hard enough to do it." "And if I was on the street, so would you be, Phil." "Been on the street before, guv'nor." "You don't wanna go back there." "I don't wanna put you back there." "If I were just to do what they say." "But it's a matter of honour, Phil." "This old place, it's all we know, ain't it?" "And it's all we've got in the world." "That's about it, guv'nor." "I won't see you on the street, Phil." "I made you a promise a long time ago, and I'll never go back on it." "They've put me in a hard place." "A very hard place." "I'll make you out one day, I will." "DOOR OPENS Who's that?" "It's me, Mr Krook." "It's Guppy, at your service." "Kenge and Carboys?" "The very same." "You can put that away, Mr Krook." "What d'you think I've got here?" "The two and sixpenny." "You're half pickled already, ain't you?" "Well, let's make a proper job of it." "Take drop y'self?" "Er, not on this occasion, Mr Krook." "Bit rich for my blood." "Barbary." "That's what you're after." "Here." "Miss Barbary." "Mr Krook..." "I don't believe it." "Miss Barbary was the lady who brought up Miss Esther Summerson." "Ah!" "Not that one." "That one Lady Dedlock now." "Must be another one." "Well, they must be related." "Mr Krook, you see what I'm saying here?" "Miss Esther Summerson, my angel, Mr Krook, may be related to Lady Dedlock herself, however distant, and thus might have a claim in Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "This two and sixpenny - first class." "You should try it, young man from Kenge 'n' Carboys." "Ever hear the name of Hawdon, Mr Krook?" "Hawdon?" "I have." "What's it gotta do with?" "It's just I heard the other day Miss Esther Summerson..." "Your angel... waspreviously known as Esther Hawdon." "Hawdon?" "Here, I could show you a thing." "Look here." "These belonged to my lodger, Nemo." "Captain Hawdon - he really was." "Ah, eh." "Don't touch." "What think, eh?" "Worth?" "A lot?" "I keep 'em all." "I keep 'em all." "Hawdon." "Yeah, but smell." "Smells of ladies." "Love letters." "No." "Not look, smell." "You're a close one, Mr Krook." "Come to me, child." "Come here." "Tell me the truth." "Are you in love, Rosa?" "Oh, m'lady." "Is it Mr Rouncewell's son?" "Yes." "But I don't know that I'm in love with him." "Yet." "Yet?" "I did think that he liked me." "Forgive me, m'lady." "I'm not angry with you, Rosa." "You know I like to have you near me." "Thank you, m'lady." "You would not want to leave me so soon, would you?" "Even for a lover?" "Oh, no, m'lady." "Good." "Now, I have been thinking of spending some time in our London house." "Should you like to come with us?" "Oh, yes, m'lady." "Then you shall." "Miss Esther Summerson." "Esther Hawdon." "Nemo, the law-writer..." ". known as Captain Hawdon." "First Miss Barbary." "Second Miss Barbary." "Lady Dedlock." "DOOR CLOSES" "My dear..." "." "Lady Dedlock." "Oh... bother!" "Richard likes his fellow officers very much, he says." "There is a good deal of gaming, in which he does not join." "Perhaps life will be the making of him." "If you please, sir" " Mrs Woodcourt." "Mrs Woodcourt?" "(Perhaps she has some news.)" "Mr Jarndyce, you must think this is very strange, but I will tell you how it is." "My son Allan particularly wished to be remembered to you all." "Of course, Mr Woodcourt, the physician." "As I was in the neighbourhood, I thought I'd come and introduce myself." "An excellent thought." "Delighted to make your acquaintance." "These young ladies, I suppose, are Miss Ada Clare and Miss Esther Summerson." "Which is which, may I ask?" "This is Miss Clare and this is Miss Summerson." "Miss Clare..." "..Miss Summerson." "Yes, I see." "Well, very nice." "Miss Summerson, I don't suppose you will have heard of Morgan ap-Kerrig?" "No, Mrs Woodcourt." "I'm sorry, but I haven't." "A very great hero of our country." "He's mentioned in the Mabinogion." "And we are descended in the direct line." "My son, Allan, wherever he goes, he will always remember his pedigree." "There's a lot of young ladies all over the world who would dearly love to catch a husband who was descended from the line of Morgan ap-Kerrig." "Catch him with money, you know." "But he won't be caught, not with money or beauty, or anything else, because birth must always be the first consideration." "Is he well, Mrs Woodcourt?" "And in good spirits?" "Very well, thank you." "Sea-sickness has never troubled the seed of Morgan ap-Kerrig." "Might I ask, Miss Summerson, what your family was?" "I never knew my mother or my father, Mrs Woodcourt." "No?" "Well..." "I dare say there's a good deal of that goes on... inEngland." "COUGHING" "COUGHING CONTINUES" "Jo, is that you?" "Jenny?" "Oh, Jo, you're not right." "Just catch my breath." "All right in a tick." "You'll not be right here, Jo." "None of us will." "The fever's everywhere." "I'm going back to the country." "We'll set off tomorrow morning, first thing." "A bit of country air, Jo." "That'll see you right." "'The boy's harmless enough, in my view, Mr. Tulkinghorn.'" "In himself, perhaps, but he knows things that he should not know." "There is a danger that he might talk to people." "The reputation of a great family's at stake here, Inspector." "Can't arrest him for knowing too much, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Well, of course not." "But you could keep an eye on him, perhaps, as a favour to me." "Make sure he keeps with his own kind, out of harm's way." "That's all I mean." "Well, I think that could be arranged, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I am obliged to you, Mr Bucket." "Letter for Guppy." "Letter for Guppy." "Give it 'ere." ""Private and Confidential. " Ain't we the swell?" "Ow!" "What is it, Guppy?" "Never you mind." "Out of it. 'Ere y'are, sharp!" "Miss, it's so good of you to come." "I came as soon as I heard." "Is this the poor boy?" "No." "He looks fevered." "No, no, don't let her take me." "Come on, Jo." "Don't mind him, ma'am, he'll soon come back to his 'ead." "Don't let her come near." "She won't hurt you, Jo." "Let's get you in a chair." "Come on." "You're all mixed up, cos you've got fever." "We should take him home with us, where he can be cared for, Charley." "Will you come with us, Jo?" "You're not the other lady." "No, I see now." "She was very like, but not so young." "Tradesmen round the back." "Ah, Mr Guppy of Kenge and Carboys, to see Lady Dedlock on a matter of private business." "Step inside, sir." "My dear Lady Dedlock." "Lady Dedlock..." "My Lady..." "Oh!" "Mr Guppy?" "Of Kenge and Carboys, m'lady." "But acting, in this instance, on his own initiative." "Will you sit down, Mr Guppy?" "Oh, thank you, m'lady." "If you'll excuse me," "I find it more natural to be on my legs on such an occasion." "All right, Mr Guppy." "Say what you have to say, if you please." "With Your Ladyship's permission, then." "Er, I'm not aware whether Your Ladyship ever happened to hear of, or to see, a young lady by the name of Miss Esther Summerson?" "I saw a young lady of that name not long ago." "Miss Esther Summerson..." "is my angel." "I have vowed to do everything in my power to advance her interest." "Now, there is a mystery about her birth." "If I could make any connection with Your Ladyship's family, then she might have a right to be a party in Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "And if I could establish that, she might look upon my proposals with more favour than she has exactly done as yet." "I see." "Go on." "Er, I have, um, met the former servant of the lady who brought up Miss Esther Summerson." "Her mistress was a Miss Barbary." "And Miss Barbary being your maiden name," "I imagined there might be some connection with Your Ladyship's family." "Possibly, yes." "Very good." "Er, now..." "this Miss Barbary was very close, but on one occasion she seems to have confided in my client, and on this occasion she volunteered that the little girl's real name was not Esther Summerson but Esther Hawdon." "Oh, my God." "Er, Your Ladyship is acquainted with the name of Hawdon?" "I have heard it." "Now, I come to the last point in the case, as far as I have got it up." "There was a law writer, known as Nemo, who died not long ago in the house of a man named Krook." "Now I have discovered, very lately, that this law-writer's real name was Hawdon." "It was supposed, Your Ladyship, that he left nothing behind him which to identify him." "But he did." "He left behind him a bundle of letters, tied up with a ribbon." "Who has them?" "The man called Krook, Your Ladyship." "But..." "I'm pretty sure I could get hold of them and bring them to Your Ladyship, in strict confidence, if Your Ladyship wishes me to." "Your Ladyship is not very encouraging, upon my honour." "You may bring them, if you please..." "Mr Guppy." "Say no more, m'lady." "It shall be done." "I wish Your Ladyship good day." "Mmm." "She lived." "This is a sorrowful case." "What do you say, Harold?" "You had better turn him out." "Turn him out?" "Be cross with me, if I deserve it, but I have a constitutional objection to this kind of thing, you know." "I always did when I was a medical man." "He's, er..." "he's not safe, you know." "There's a very bad sort of fever about him." "What is he to do, then?" "Well, upon my life..." "I've not the least idea." "I am but a child, you know?" "Yes, and I believe there's not such another child on earth as yourself." "There's a bed in the loft room." "He can sleep there tonight." "Tomorrow we can arrange for him to be taken into a fever hospital." "Very unwise." "You can't recommend anything for the boy, I suppose?" "!" "My dear Jarndyce..." "I observed a bottle of cooling medicine in his pocket." "It's impossible for him to do better than to take it." "Tell them to sprinkle some vinegar about the place where he sleeps to keep it moderately cool and him moderately warm." "But it is my considered opinion that you are very unwise in giving him house room at all." "Thank you." "All right there, Jo..." "Let's see what we can do for you." "All right." "Thank you, Miss." "You're very good to me." "I'm sorry I thought you were the other lady." "Never mind, Jo." "You sleep now." "Better tomorrow." "Thank you, Charley." "You get to bed yourself now, Miss." "We've got him nicely settled." "Miss." "Miss." "Oh, Miss..." "What?" "What is it, Charley?" "!" "Oh, no, he's not..." "No, Miss." "What, then?" "He's gone." "Gone?" "Gone clean off." "He's not there." "I've looked all over." "He's gone." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media for BBC - 2005 Coverted by reirei for the forom" "Jo?" "Jo!" "What's happened to him?" "You don't think anyone could have took him?" "Who'd want him, Charley?" "The boy is safely stowed, Mr Tulkinghorn." "You're quite sure?" "Oh, yes, sir." "Acting on information received from a friend of ours..." "It was all done very quiet and discreet, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Hmm." "Perhaps I was being over-cautious, but the interest of one of our oldest English families are involved here." "Will you take a glass of wine, Mr Bucket?" "Thank you, Mr Tulkinghorn, I will." "KNOCKS ON DOOR" "Morning, Miss." "It's a nice bright day." "Mr Jarndyce!" "Mr Jarndyce, it's Miss Esther!" "I have to tell you that Miss Summerson is gravely ill." "The doctor's told me that she..." ".that she exhibits all the symptoms of the smallpox." "Miss Summerson's maid, Charley, has been kind enough and brave enough to volunteer herself as Miss Summerson's nurse." "No-one else..." "No, no-one else, Ada..." "is to enter her room, or to handle any dish or cup, or anything else that she has touched." "Is that quite clear to you all?" "Yes, Mr Jarndyce." "I pray to God that she may survive this." "I blame myself, of course I do." "I should have had the boy taken into a hospital immediately." "Damage might still have been done." "I think Esther would have done the same, even if she'd known the consequences." "You mustn't reproach yourself." "I pray to God she may survive this." "But the deuce of it is, if she does live, which is unlikely, she'll be so horridly disfigured that any person of a sensitive disposition, such as myself, will find her too distressing a sight to bear." "She will still be Esther, Mr Skimpole, and her true friends will love her just as much as they ever did." "And for dinner, m'Lady?" "Whatever you think fit." "I got a good forequarter of lamb from Digginses, m'Lady." "Sir Leicester's partial to lamb." "Lamb, then." "Very good, m'Lady." "Oh, if you please, m'Lady?" "Yes, Mrs Rouncewell?" "You remember the young ladies that were staying with Mr Boythorn a while back?" "What of them?" "One of them's taken very ill..." "with the smallpox." "Like to die, poor girl." "Mr Diggins had it from Mr Boythorn's groom." "Which young lady?" "Oh, not the Jarndyce ward, m'Lady, the other one..." "MissSummerson." "Jarnuss!" "Kenge-carbuncle." "Puppy." "Guppy." "She's his angel( !" ")" "First Miss Barbary." "Second Miss Barbary, Captain..." "Captain Hawdon!" "All in here..." "All in here somewhere!" "Oooh." "It's good stuff." "Ah, it's excellent stuff." "There's a fire in me belly." "Never felt so..." "so full of joy." "Eh, Lady Jane?" "Ooh, warm as toast now." "Hold still!" "Damned twisty letters!" "What's it all?" ""My own..." "" dear-est..." "" dearest..." "James."" "It's Nemo and the lady." "It's a love letter." "And I can read it." "What's this?" "!" "Lady Jane, I can read." "I can read, I can read." "Ow!" "Oh..." "Oh,that'swarm." "It's warmer than toast!" "It's warm as..." "As warm as..." "I say..." "KROOK YELLS" "Miss Flite." "This is late to be abroad for you." "I found it very close tonight, Mr Snagsby." "A queer sort of flavour in the air." "Opened the windows, still there." "My poor birds quaking, twittering." "The cook at The Sol's Arms must have burnt the chops tonight, Miss Flite." "And I don't think, not to put too fine a point upon it, that they were quite fresh when they were shown the gridiron." "I dare say that's it, Mr Snagsby." "It's a very tainting sort of weather." "What's this coming down?" "A sort of..." "soot." "Oh." "Very greasy to the touch." "Oh?" "What's that?" "Who goes there?" "It's only me, Mr Snagsby." "Guppy of Kenge and Carboys, on urgent business, waiting upon Mr Krook." "It's very quiet and dark in there, Mr Guppy." "I think he's shut up shop very early tonight." "He'll see me, Mr Snagsby." "A matter of pressing importance, very much to his advantage." "Krook?" "Are you there?" "Come on, me old friend." "Business." "Business." "There's money to be made for both of us." "Krook?" "Where are you, you old devil?" "What's this?" "What's going on?" "What's all this sooty muck?" "Krook?" "It's Guppy of Kenge and Carboys." "I've come for the letters." "GUPPY RETCHES" "I wish I could go to her and be with her." "Charley is worn to rags sitting up with her night after night." "Oh, she's glad to do it." "She's a good girl, the best of girls." "If anyone can pull Esther through this, she will." "Richard asks constantly about Esther in his letters." "He's so anxious about her." "Yes." "Yes, I know how much he cares for her." "And what else does Richard have to say for himself?" "He has a good deal to say, but I don't think you'd care to hear it." "Oh, come, Ada, I won't be angry with you, nor him for that." "Not now, not at this time." "I have been coming to think I was too hard with the pair of you." "His love for you is as steady and true as anything I ever saw." "And mine for him." "But what he says does worry me, and I think it will worry you too." "Then you had better tell me." "He wants to devote more of his energies to his suit in the Chancery Court." "I feared as much." "And he wishes to break off with Kenge and Carboys, and engage another lawyer to defend his interest." "Please don't be angry with him, or with me for telling you this." "I could never be angry with you, Ada." "Nor will I be angry with him." "He's not to blame." "This accursed lawsuit's warped him out of himself as it's done with others before him and..." "He must do what he think's right." "I bear him no ill will for it." "Make sure he knows that, Ada." "And that there will always be a place for him here at Bleak House and a place in my heart too." "Move along now, please." "Nothing to see here." "Krook won't be opening up today." "I need to recover some property for a client, officer." "Guppy, Kenge and Carboys." "I don't care who you are, sir." "No-one goes in there and nothing comes out, not till after the inquest." "Yes, I know all about the inquest." "I am one of the principal witnesses." "Better get over there, then." "Coroner's gone up already." "Come to order, gentlemen." "Now, we're assembled here to inquire into the extraordinary death of Mr Krook, landlord and proprietor of Krook's Rag and Bottle Warehouse." "The second suspicious death in recent months reported at the same premises, the first being of the law-writer, popularly known as Nemo, recorded as an accidental death brought on as a result of the excessive consumption of opium." "Mr Snagsby." "My Lord, I had occasion to venture abroad outside Mr Krook's business premises, and I remarked upon the greasy odours on the air." "Remarked to whom?" "Yourself?" "To... tome,YourHonour." "Ihad been complaining about the very same." "And you are?" "Miss Flite." "Tenant to the late departed, and claimant in the Courts of Chancery." "Mr Snagsby and I remarked upon it, and it was then that the young man appeared upon the scene." "What young man?" "Er, that young man there, that fine, handsome young man," "Mr Guppy of Kenge and Carboys." "Ah, yes, Mr Guppy." "Who, as I understand, discovered the remains?" "Is that so, Mr Guppy?" "I had that unfortunate... honour, Your Honour." "LAUGHTER Silence in court." "And what, may we ask, was Guppy of Kenge and Carboys doing in Krook's Rag and Bottle Shop after hours?" "Up to no good, Mr Guppy?" "Your Honour, I take grave exception to that insinuation." "Mr Snagsby and Miss Flite will confirm that I was a regular visitor at Mr Krook's establishment." "A trusted friend." "It was my pleasure to perform small services for the deceased." "To read him letters and documents he was unable to himself decipher." "And on this occasion?" "The same, Your Honour." "Mmm." "And to collect a bundle of letters, which he was keeping in safe-holding, for a third party for whom I was acting in a private and confidential capacity." "And you found him?" "Dead, Your Honour." "Mmm." "Burnt." "A small part of him still alight, with blue flame playing round about." "Like a Christmas pudding in a pool of brandy?" "Exactly so, Your Honour." "Except, I believe, in this case it was, in fact, gin." "All right, Mr Guppy, you may stand down." "Gentlemen of the jury, the deceased was an habitual consumer of vast amounts of spirituous liquor which, as we know, is highly flammable." "The condition of the body, we've heard, was such that all the evidence points to it having been consumed by fire." "But not from the outside inwards, as is most usual, but from the inside outwards." "In short, I believe this is an example of that rarest of phenomena, a case of spontaneous combustion." "Give way there!" "Give way there!" "Oh, dear." "Oh, Lord." "Oh, my bones." "Be silent, sir." "Are you aware that you are disturbing a properly convened coroner's court?" "That's what I'm here about." "My property!" "My property!" "Krook's stuff." "Put a guard on it." "No-one to touch it." "Least of all that preening young villain from Kenge and Carboys." "Your property, Mr Smallweed?" "That man Krook was Mrs Smallweed's brother." "She was his only living relative." "We shall make good our title." "Mr Tulkinghorn is my solicitor, and it's a brave man who tries to cross Mr Tulkinghorn." "So, transportation or the gallows for anyone who touches my property!" "Put me down and shake me up, you brimstone black beetle." "Charley?" "Oh, Miss." "You've come back to us." "How long was I away, Charley?" "Two whole weeks nearly, Miss." "The doctors didn't think you'd pull through it, but I knew you would, Miss." "I knew you wouldn't leave us." "It's very dark, isn't it, Charley?" "The doctors thought the light might hurt your eyes." "I think I could bear a little more light now." "Don't, Miss..." "Am I much marked, Charley?" "Not as bad as all that, Miss." "And the marks do fade with time, so you could hardly tell they were there, they say." "Bring me a looking-glass." "I want to see what you see." "Not now, Miss." "Leave it till tomorrow." "Leave it till you're strong enough to get out of bed." "Now, Charley." "I mean it." "Well, I never thought my face would be my fortune, and now I'm quite sure of it." "Oh, Miss..." "Charley, please don't cry for me." "I think I am very lucky to be alive, thanks to you." "I'll run and tell Mr Jarndyce." "He'll be so happy, Miss." "Esther." "Esther, Esther..." "I don't mind you seeing me as I am, but I'm not sure I want Ada to see me like this." "I think it would upset her." "Well, you will have to take your chance on it because I haven't been able to keep her away." "DOOR OPENS" "Esther..." "I've missed you so much." "Come on." "Sshhh." "Mr Guppy of Kenge and Carboys on a matter of personal business with Her Ladyship." "Her Ladyship is going out directly." "Don't you see the carriage here?" "Yes, I do see the carriage." "But I want to see my Lady too, and I think she will see me." "If you'd be so good as to wait there, Mr Guppy..." "Your Ladyship, a thousand apologies." "Circumstances beyond my control." "Oh, Lord." "Well, Mr Guppy?" "I, I..." "I have to beg Your Ladyship's pardon for arriving at such an inconvenient time." "I told you you could arrive at any time." "Sit down, or stay standing, if you please." "Your Ladyship is very affable." "As for sitting down, I hardly know whether it's worth your while to be detained for so long as it would take." "The fact is, Your Ladyship, I have not got the letters that I mentioned when I had the honour of waiting upon Your Ladyship." "And you have come here merely to say that?" "It is not impossible, Your Ladyship, that I will be able to obtain them at a future date." "There were very unusual circumstances." "The person of whom I was to have the letters, came to a very sudden end." "What sort of sudden end?" "Fire, m'Lady." "And were the letters destroyed with the person?" "Impossible to say for certain, m'Lady, but I will do my utmost to try and..." "All right, Mr Guppy." "You have said all that you can usefully say at present?" "Yes, my Lady." "Then I wish you good day." "Oh, I beg your pardon, Lady Dedlock." "I had some business of Sir Leicester's to attend to and I supposed that this room would be empty." "A thousand pardons, my Lady." "Excuse me." "No, stay." "The room is at your disposal." "I am going out, and I have nothing more to say to this young man." "Good day." "Excuse me, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Do we know you, young man?" "Are you not from Kenge and Carboys?" "Yes, sir." "My name is Guppy." "Mr Guppy of Kenge and Carboys." "I understood that I had the honour of conducting Her Ladyship's legal business." "May I ask what brought you here, Mr Guppy?" "You may, sir." "But I am not at liberty to answer." "Indeed." "Very good, Mr Guppy." "Beyond saying it was business of a private and confidential nature." "Oh, I see." "Thank you, Mr Guppy." "I am much obliged to you." "Good day." "So, what has been happening?" "What have I missed?" "You have been missed, very much." "One strange thing." "One day when I walked up to the village, I met Jenny from the brickfields." "She was so sorry to hear you were ill." "Blamed herself over it." "Did she have any news of that poor boy Jo?" "No." "But what she did say was very strange." "She told me that a lady with a veil had and asked after your health." "What lady?" "She couldn't say." "A stranger." "But this lady had taken a handkerchief of yours as a keepsake, and left her some money for it." "Do you remember that handkerchief, Esther?" "Oh, the day her baby died." "I used it to cover his face." "Yes." "Jenny had kept it with the baby's things." "But the lady with the veil had been so particular about wanting it." "What a strange thing." "I hope you're not tiring her, Ada?" "No, indeed." "I feel stronger with every day." "Then perhaps you'll feel well enough to see someone who's been anxious to hear about your progress?" "My physician, Mr Woodcourt, you remember him?" "Yes, very well." "But have you heard what happened?" "No, what?" "Oh, my dear, there was a terrible shipwreck." "Oh!" "Oh, don't be agitated." "He's safe." "Hundreds of dead and dying." "Numbers of drowning thrown upon the rocks, but through it all my physician was a hero." "Saved many lives." "The whole country rings with it." "He should have a title bestowed upon him, and no doubt he will." "No-one could deserve it better, I am sure." "And he is well?" "You are sure of it?" "Quite." "Quite well, my dear." "Guppy, Clamb." "What do we know of Guppy?" "Guppy." "Young Mr Guppy, of Kenge and Carboys?" "Yes." "Not a lot, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Not much is known against him, at any event." "A keen, respectable young clerk." "Ambitious is the word they use for Mr Guppy." "Looking to rise in the world." "Hmm." "Were you thinking to employ Mr Guppy, sir, in some capacity?" "No." "I sent for Smallweed." "Is he come?" "He's waiting in the outer office, sir." "Have him carried in." "If you'd care to come through, Mr Smallweed, Mr Tulkinghorn is expecting you." "Oh, have a care, you slaughterhouse ruffians." "Oh..." "Oh, my bones and sockets!" "Mr Tulkinghorn, I'd take it very kindly if you'd wait upon ME once in a while instead of causing me to be posted all over London like a box of tripes!" "Very kind of you to attend, Mr Smallweed." "I should be at Krook's, guarding my property." "And what is there to guard especially?" "I don't know, but that old brimstone beast had something worth snaffling." "Guppy's after something there, I know that." "Guppy, you say?" "Yeah." "Very full of himself he was at the inquest." "Was the name of Hawdon mentioned there?" "Hawdon?" "No." "But he's at the heart of it, I believe." "I think we should speak to Sergeant George again, Mr Smallweed." "Call in his debts." "Squeeze him dry." "Smash him to sawdust!" "If need be, Mr Smallweed." "It may come to that." "So it's come to this, has it, Sergeant?" "You're ready to be ruined for the sake of showing, or not showing, a piece of paper with some handwriting on it?" "For myself, sir, it counts very little either way." "It counts very little, does it?" "Let's see you smashed to sawdust, see how that counts with you." "For yourself, Sergeant." "But you have at least one other who depends on you for everything." "Would you bring him down with you to serve your own pride?" "Your friend Captain Hawdon's dead and gone." "But what's poor Phil Squod to do if you lose your establishment?" "Starve, I suppose." "That's nothing to me, nor Mr Smallweed." "But how will it rest with your conscience, Sergeant?" "If I show the letter, no harm will come to anyone from it?" "I offer no guarantees, but if you don't show it, I think you understand the consequences." "Then I have no choice." "You have the document with you?" "No." "But I will bring it." "Well, make sure that you do." "But take care, Mr Tulkinghorn." "You hold the lives of others very cheap, I think." "If I were you, I should be fearful for my own." "Do you threaten me, sir?" "I have been threatened before, and those who made the threats had reason to regret it." "I think I have little to fear from such as you." "Clamb!" "Show the gentleman out." "DOOR SLAMS" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd for BBC Converted by reirei for the forom" "Nearly done, Mr George." "All right, Phil." "Is that the Captain's letter?" "It is, Phil." "You gonna hand it over to Mr Tulkinghorn?" "I can't see my way out of it, Phil." "It's that, or on the street." "Tell him to go hang." "We'll get by." "I'll be all right, Mr George." "Don't worry about me." "I can go back on the old one-two." "I think your fighting days are over, Phil." "No offence." "But this, it's a matter of honour." "The Captain's honour." "Matter of life or death." "And the Captain's dead." "I think my duty's to the living." "Mr Tulkinghorn will have what he wants... thistime." "Oh, so kind of you, my dear Mr Jarndyce." "Such hospitality, and now a carriage all to myself." "You will be remembered on the Day of Judgement, when my birds shall be set free." "I'm glad to hear it." "Have a safe journey, Miss Flite." "Your cousin, my dear..." "MrCarstone, the other Ward in Jarndyce." "What about him, Miss Flite?" "Let someone hold him back, or he'll be drawn to ruin." "But Richard is in no danger, Miss Flite." "Oh, I know the signs, my dear." "I saw them begin in Gridley, and I saw them end." "But just let someone hold him back and..." "and all may yet be well." "Goodbye, my dears." "Goodbye." "What's this, Clamb?" "The writing sample from Sergeant George, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I asked him to step inside but he wouldn't wait." "No matter." "Let me see it." "So this is Captain Hawdon's hand." "And this is the handwriting of the law-writer..." "known as Nemo." "I'd say the handwriting of the two documents was identical." "Would you, Clamb?" "We shall be quiet now Miss Flite has left us." "She does love to talk, doesn't she?" "Ada, what is it?" "I didn't quite like what she said about Richard." "Miss Flite says a lot of odd things about all sorts of subjects." "But to say that he might be ruined..." "To compare him to poor Mr Gridley." "Richard's love for you is steady." "He's not like Mr Gridley, or Miss Flite." "He has someone besides himself to care about." "That will keep him straight." "Yes." "Yes, it will, won't it?" "I hope it will." "We should be going down." "Are you nearly ready?" "Yes." "But that was exciting news about Mr Woodcourt, wasn't it?" "Fancy, to be in a shipwreck." "To save all those sailors' lives." "You must have felt very proud of him, when you heard the news." "I did feel proud of him." "I do." "I can't help it, though he's nothing to me now." "Esther, how can you say that?" "Because it's true." "He cared for you." "I know he did." "Perhaps he did." "And perhaps he might have told me before he went away." "If I had been richer, or somebody's daughter..." "But he never did." "And now I'm glad he did not." "If he had, how he would regret it when he saw me again as I am now." "Don't look at me like that, Ada." "It's the truth, and you know it." "We are quiet this evening, just as Esther said we'd be." "Perhaps we should send for Miss Flite to come back again." "Mmm?" "Ah, forgive me..." "Ada,Esther, I think the wind's been in the east again." "Esther, could you spare me a few minutes of your time in the Growlery after dinner?" "Yes, of course." "DOOR OPENS Come in, Esther." "Shut the door." "I..." "I waswalkingpastyour room , on my way down to dinner and I couldn't help overhearing a little of your conversation." "Oh." "And I must apologise to you for that." "You have no need to." "Anything I say to Ada, I would say to you." "Then..." "I hope you won't mind my saying" "I was sad to hear you talk as you did." "About Mr Woodcourt?" "Yes." "I..." "Sitdown,Esther." "Did you... trulycareforhim ?" "Whether I did or not matters very little now." "His mother made it quite clear that I was not to think of someone with his..." "distinguished ancestry, and now it is quite beyond doubt." "I shouldn't think there's a man in the world who'd want to marry a pock-marked nobody like me." "Esther..." "Isn'tit true?" "It's..." "Please don't think I pity myself..." "because I don't." "I know that I am very lucky to be alive." "And at Bleak House, so long as you're happy to keep me here." "More than happy, Esther." "And whatever the Woodcourts of this world may think or feel, there are those..." "who love you very dearly." "And your..." "your misfortune has not made you any less lovable than you were." "Perhaps..." "even dearer, to someone who knows you, and..." "truly loves you." "Thank you." "But you didn't need to say that." "I knew you would not change." "And Ada and Charley, they feel the same." "Not quite the same, Esther." "Oh, near enough, I think." "So you mustn't worry about me, sir." "I shall do very well with my friends about me." "Rubbish." "Rubbish." "Rubbish." "Rubbish." "Rubbish." "Hmm." "Rubbish." "Shake me up, Judy." "Oooh." "Not so rough, you poll-parrot." "Let's have the next lot." "There's money in this somewhere, I know it, and I'll have it cos I'm owed it, and it's mine." "Out, out, out!" "Private property!" "Closed for business!" "No admittance to loiterers, hawkers and thieves." "No admittance to anybody." "Get out." "Draw it mild, Mr Smallweed." "You know me, I think." "Guppy." "Of Kenge and Carboys." "I know you." "At the inquest." "Snooping around." "What do you want now?" "I'm interested in recovering a bundle of letters for a client." "Who's the client?" "I'm not at liberty to disclose, Mr S." "You give nothing, you'll get nothing." "Who's the client?" "A lady." "Oh, a lady." "Very nice." "So what are these letters you're after, then, you young villain?" "Not a villain, sir." "I am a member of the legal profession." "Same thing, same thing!" "So, what are these letters?" "They're private letters." "Intimate letters of no interest to anyone but my client." "But she'll pay for 'em." "Oh, will she?" "As I say, they're of no value." "No value at all." "Except to my client." "But she'll pay for 'em?" "Er, she'll pay a nominal sum." "You mean you'll pay a nominal sum, and she'll pay you a king's ransom, you young blaggard!" "That's about it, eh?" "Not at all, Mr Smallweed." "My motives are very pure..." "to help my client and also, if I can, to help another lady." "A lady who is very dear to my heart, Mr Smallweed." "You do like your ladies, don't you, Mr Guppy?" "So how am I to know these letters, supposing I can lay my hands on 'em?" "They are tied up with a pink ribbon, Mr Smallweed." "Oh, pink ribbon." "Very nice." "Shake me up, Judy." "And..." "And?" "And what?" "Come on, out with it." "Addressed to a Captain Hawdon." "Captain Hawdon, you..." "Captain Hawdon?" "You know the name, Mr Smallweed?" "No." "Never heard of him." "All right, Mr Guppy, we are making an inventory of the deceased's possessions." "Very heavy work, as you can see." "IF we find these letters, we might see our way to entering into negotiations with your lady client." "That's all I can say for the present." "Show the gentleman out, Judy." "Thank you very much, Mr Smallweed." "And a very good night to you." "Never mind all that!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "And lock the door behind him, Judy." "Captain Hawdon." "And a lady." "And a young lady." "There'll be money in that, I believe." "So where's these letters, you brimstone beast?" "A letter from our friend Boythorn, with an invitation to visit him." "He's most pressing." "Should you like to go, Esther?" "You well enough recovered to stand the journey?" "The journey would be nothing, but, er..." "But what?" "I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable about being seen outside our little circle." "I suppose that's very vain of me." "You could wear a veil, Esther, when you go abroad." "Boythorn's a good old friend who cares for you almost as much as we do." "Look what he says here..." ""If you refuse to come," he swears he'll tear his house down!" "Brick by brick and stone by stone." "You wouldn't be responsible for that, Esther?" "No, I wouldn't be responsible for that." "And I must get used to my new self, and people seeing me as I...amnow." "Please tell Mr Boythorn I'm delighted to accept his invitation." "KNOCK AT DOOR" "If you please, m'lady?" "Yes, what is it?" "I thought you'd like to know, the young ladies are staying at Mr Boythorn's again." "They've been seen round the village." "Both of them?" "Yes, m'lady." "The one who was ill..." "Miss Summerson, is it?" "Is she recovered?" "Yes, m'lady, thank the Lord." "But they say her poor face is terrible scarred, from the smallpox." "Thank you, Mrs Rouncewell." "This is good of you, Boythorn." "Well, one does what one can." "What can a man do to make up for what has happened to that poor girl?" "Nothing." "How did it come upon her?" "She caught the infection from a poor vagrant boy that we took in." "I blame myself." "Blame yourself because of an act of kindness to a fellow human being?" "That's arrant nonsense, man." "It's poppycock." "I tell you who's to blame." "It's that fellow who calls himself God Almighty." "What kind of deity is it who would visit such an affliction on an innocent girl?" "I ask you, Jarndyce, what does the Almighty think He's up to?" "He let her live." "And so, are you glad you accepted Mr Boythorn's invitation, Esther?" "Oh, yes." "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be." "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon, miss." "And a fine one, too." "Have you been blackberrying?" "We have." "Would you young ladies like to taste some?" "Thank you." "Thank you." "Very welcome." "Good day to you now." "What's the matter with the lady's face, Pa?" "Ssh." "Don't be rude." "You've never heard the story of the Ghost Walk at Chesney Wold?" "I'm not sure I believe in any such thing." "Well, you'd better..." "because it's a true story." "And you may see the Ghost Walk for yourself." "In the days of Charles I, there was a Dedlock called Sir Morbury Dedlock, and he was loyal to the King." "But his Lady, who had no family blood in her veins, favoured the rebels." "She spied upon her husband and betrayed him." "And no matter what Sir Morbury did, he could not bend her to his will." "She would creep down, at dead of night, and lame the horses." "That was the story." "So Sir Morbury and his friends couldn't ride out to battle, and one night, he caught her at it, and he threw her to the stone floor so violently that he broke her hip bones." "It's not a pretty story." "And she died slowly from her injury." "But before she died, she cursed her husband." "" And ever afterwards," she said." ""Whenever you hear my footsteps on that terrace," ""you may be sure that calamity and disgrace is coming to the House of Dedlock. "" "And so it has been from that day to this." "Well, I should like to see it." "Then I'll take you there tomorrow." "Mmm." "Yes, Clamb?" "Sergeant George, Mr Tulkinghorn." "What about him?" "Well, sir, seeing as how he provided the handwriting sample..." "Yes?" "Well, am I to send him through the paper to say that he's released of the debt?" "No." "You say no, Mr Tulkinghorn?" "Tell Smallweed to let the matter rest for one month and then foreclose on the debt." "I don't..." "I don'tquite understand you, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I did not expect to have to justify my actions to my clerk, Clamb." "But, since you ask," "I choose to foreclose on the debt because I wish to do it, and because I can do it." "Sergeant George is going to have to learn that there is a price to be paid for acts of defiance." "Quite clear, Clamb?" "Yes, sir." "Thank you, sir." "Good." "Then go and do as I tell you." "This is as far as I may come." "Any further, and Sir Arrogant Numskull's ruffians would set upon me." "I think he's trained his very dogs to smell me out." "But you ladies will be safe to roam the grounds as long as I'm not with you." "Now, the Ghost Walk is around to the side." "There." "I wish you a happy exploration." "Thank you, Mr Boythorn." "And if you see the ghost, tell her that Lawrence Boythorn would be very happy to see disgrace and ruin for Sir Arrogant Numskull and all his tribe." "It's a great, big, dark old place, Miss, ain't it?" "Should you like to live in a place like this, Charley?" "No fear, Miss." "Nor I." "This must be the place." "I don't care for it much, Miss." "Ssshh." "We should stay still and quiet." "Perhaps we'll hear the ghost's footsteps." "Oh, Miss!" "Miss Summerson, I'm afraid I have startled you." "You have been very ill, I know." "Are you unwell now?" "I was quite well but a moment ago, Lady Dedlock." "Miss Summerson, I should like to speak with you in private." "Perhaps Miss Clare and your maid could go back ahead of you?" "I would be very much obliged." "Yes, of course, my lady." "Come, sit down with me, child." "It will heal." "What?" "What is it?" "I have something to tell you." "Something so dreadful I am not sure that I have the courage to speak the words." "I am your mother, Esther." "I don't understand." "I am your wretched and unhappy mother." "Can you bear to look at me?" "Can you forgive me?" "You are truly my mother?" "I never knew you lived." "They told me you had died only hours after you were born." "For 20 years I never knew I had a daughter living." "I thought I should never see you." "May I..." "may I call you Mother?" "May... may..may ..." "SHE SOBS" "How long have you known?" "How did you find me?" "I only discovered the truth very lately." "And then I was told that you were ill, even dying, and I was desperate to think that I should never see you to tell you the truth about yourself." "And now I am well, and we have all the time in the world." "No." "This story has no happy ending." "I was a wilful and impetuous young woman." "I fell in love with a young officer, and..." "I lay with him the night before he went away with his regiment to the West Indies." "He never returned." "He was reported dead." "So this was my father?" "Yes." "What was his name?" "His name was Hawdon." "James Hawdon." "He was a captain in the Light Dragoons." "And he never knew of my existence?" "I was very ill at my confinement, and when I came to myself, they told me you had died." "And I thought I should never feel anything again." "Nor did I, until now." "Sir Leicester Dedlock asked me to marry him, and I accepted him." "Of course I told him nothing." "I deceived him and let him think that I loved him." "That was wicked of me and no doubt I shall pay for it." "I have tried to be a good wife to him, but the family honour means everything to him." "And if my secret were known, it would destroy him." "He must never know." "If he does, everything is lost..." "he is disgraced and I ruined." "That is why..." ".you and I must never see each other again." "I've only just found you." "Don't... don't..." "don't send me away now." "I must." "(I must. )" "If we were to see each other again, it would be discovered for certain, and it would all come out." "This must be the first and last time, my dear daughter." "I... ." "I cameto seethe Ghost'sWalk , and..." "I thought it was just a story..." "but it's true, isn't it?" "I am the one who will bring calamity and disgrace to the house." "It is true what Miss Barbary said." "It would have been better if I had never been born." "No, my love." "Try and forgive me, my child." "Esther." "Whatever's the matter?" "Subtitles by Vicky McDonald Red Bee Media Ltd 2005 for BBC Converted by reirei for the forom" "Is there anything you want, m'lady?" "No... thankyou,Rosa." "Nothing at all." "KNOCKING AT DOOR" "Esther?" "Are you well?" "Yes, well enough now, Ada." "But you were upset." "Don't deny it." "I saw you as you ran into the house." "I was a little upset." "But now I'm fine." "It was Lady Dedlock, wasn't it?" "What did she say?" "Was she very angry with us for trespassing?" "No." "What, then?" "I can't tell you, Ada." "It's a secret?" "Yes, it's... it'sasecret." "So secret you can't tell your best friend in all the world?" "Well, I gave my word." "Perhaps one day I shall be able to tell you." "But for now, you must promise to never ask me about it." "I thought we would never have secrets from each other, Esther." "I hope that this will be the only one." "I was going to tell you one of mine, but now I'm not sure that I shall." "Esther!" "Ada!" "Later." "Mm-hm." "My dear, young ladies, what can I say?" "What a wretched dog I am to be sure." "Invite you to stay, then abandon you to your fate like the babes in the wood." "Yet it must be done." "And my friend Jarndyce says you will forgive me." "Mr Boythorn, whatever is it?" "My friend has been called away urgently, and I'm to accompany him to witness a document." "I have assured him you will be able to survive our absence very well." "It'll only be for a day or two." "Yes, indeed." "Being as you are, two very sensible and competent young women." "I hope we are, sir." "Well, I am most prodigiously obliged to you both." "There, what a bit of luck." "I couldn't think how I was going to manage it." "Manage what, Ada?" "Ladies." "This way." "Now, you mustn't be cross." "There's someone staying here that wants to see you." "Wants to see me?" "Here we are, ladies." "Richard." "Esther." "Come, let me see you." "Much changed, as you see." "No." "No, still our same, dear Esther." "What a joy it is to be together again, all three of us." "Let's sit down." "HORSES THUNDER PAST" "So, let's say those two young people marry." "What about Esther?" "She has been Ada's companion..." "Will she go with Ada when Ada is Mrs Carstone?" "I would hope that she will want to stay on at Bleak House." "As your housekeeper?" "Not necessarily as my housekeeper." "Then as what, man?" "Ah." "Of course." "Why didn't I think of it before?" "You mean to marry her." "BOYTHORN LAUGHS" "You mean to marry her." "Is it so very ridiculous, Boythorn?" "Ridiculous?" "No, of course not." "One hears of such things every day." "Old men marrying their young housekeepers." "Tell me, if you don't think I'm being over-curious, when did you first conceive this plan?" "When you first put her to school?" "No." "Was that what it was all along?" "Were you bringing her up to be your bride?" "No." "It..." "Boythorn,Ibeg ofyou..." "No, no, she knows nothing of this." "Not yet." "Now, I've spoken more than I meant to." "You will respect my confidence, old friend." "Absolutely." "Though I were dragged apart by horses, until I was torn in pieces, I wouldn't breathe a word of it." "So this was your secret?" "Do you think it's very bad of us?" "To see each other in secret?" "No." "But you could have come to the house, Richard." "You'd have been very welcome." "I'm not so sure of that." "Things are a little awkward at present between our guardian and me." "All my fault, I dare say, but... herewe allare ." "I hope you'll both stay for supper." "Mr Grubble has engaged to do his best for us." "Fowl, chops, cutlets and I don't know what." "Esther, it's so good to see you again." "I, um..." "I came as soon as I could." "And how does Army life suit?" "Oh, well enough, I suppose." "But..." "I find it hard to settle." "Esther, it's very difficult to settle to anything until our Chancery suit is decided." "But our... ourguardiansaysthe case could run on for years and years without ever seeing a settlement." "He says it's the family curse, Richard." "What Mr John Jarndyce says and what might be the case, can be two very different things." "Besides, I'm not accountable to Mr Jarndyce or to Mr Anybody." "But..." "we won't go into that now." "He and I must agree to differ, that's all." "So... areyoulookingafter your own legal affairs now?" "No, no." "Vholes is the man." "And what a man for putting his shoulder to the wheel." "Er, Mr Skimpole introduced us, you know?" "I'm eternally grateful to him for doing so." "You won't be joining your friend for supper, Mr Skimpole?" "Not this evening, Mr Grubble." "Best not." "Ah." "Right you are, sir." "Um..." "Fresh glass, Mr Grubble?" "Right you are, sir." "Is Mr Skimpole the best person to advise on matters of business, do you think?" "Well, I was surprised myself at first, but if you met Vholes, you'd set all doubt aside." "We're all action now." "There's more expense, of course, but that's only to be expected if we're to see results." "Ada understands all that." "Don't you, Ada?" "And it's for your sake as much as mine, you know?" "But Richard, what if nothing were to come of it, after all?" "What if you've been wearing yourself out with waiting and anxiety, and false hopes and expense?" "I never wanted to be rich and I'm sure you didn't either." "No, of course not." "Then why not give it up?" "Give it up?" "Then we could be poor and happy." "Ada, I would." "I'd do it like a shot." "The..." "the money's nothing to me." "Then?" "Justice." "Justice for me and for Ada, that's all I want." "I won't be done out of my rights by Mr John Jarndyce, or by anybody." "Let's leave all that." "Seize the moment." "I can't tell you how happy I am to be with you both again." "And he will spend all day with us tomorrow." "You see, what I was thinking, if we can keep him here, away from all his cares in London, then he will remember himself." "The old Richard, who never really went away." "He certainly loves you as much as he ever did." "Do you think so?" "Mm-hm." "I think he does." "And I shall never give him up, no matter what happens." "Do you think we could persuade him to stay here until Mr Jarndyce comes back?" "Then we could all be friends again." "We could try." "Now, pay heed." "That's for the rag and bone man." "Those are for the rag and bone man." "Grandfather." "You're for the rag and bone man if you give me back answers." "What's that?" "I thought they might be what Kenge's boy was talking about." "Pink ribbons." "They was under your chair." "It's them." "The letters to Captain Hawdon from a lady." "There's money in this." "DOOR OPENS Who's that?" "Who's there?" "Get out!" "Get out!" "Trespassers." "Spies." "Mr Smallweed, I reside in this house and I have a perfect right to be here." "Only on my say so." "Who's the landlord here?" "Me!" "And we're putting the rents up." "Get some proper tenants in, eh?" "Queen's Counsels, Members of Parliament, younger sons of the aristocracy." "Oh!" "Younger sons of the aristocracy, here?" "I don't think so, Mr Smallweed." "Good day to you." "Don't you turn your nose up at me." "I'll see you in the gutter!" "Oh, Ada, if only life could be like this all the time." "Well, it could, couldn't it?" "One day..." ". perhaps." "Ah, Miss Summerson." "How delightful." "A thousand pardons for this intrusion upon the sylvan scene." "And this..." "Oh,canitbe..." "poor Mr Coavins's eldest daughter?" "Yes, sir, if you please, sir." "It's Charley, sir." "Charley." "And grown so fine." "Why, you're a credit to your poor father, my dear." "Thank you, sir." "I was able to give him a good deal of employment while he lived, and if one of your little brothers should set up in the same profession, I dare say I could do the same for him." "Yes, very likely." "Miss Summerson, always so sharp." "Oh, dear." "Oh, dear." "I'm so..." "If only Jarndyce had heeded my advice." "The, er, the... the..." "Not still contagious, I hope?" "Not in the least, Mr Skimpole." "You needn't fear." "May I ask who your friend is, Mr Skimpole?" "Why, you may indeed, Miss Summerson." "This is Mr Vholes." "Mr Carstone's indefatigable attorney, just come down from London on urgent business for his client." "And now you understand the reason for our visit." "I hope we don't disturb you, Miss Summerson." "Mr Carstone gave express instructions that he was to be informed whenever his case is up before the Chancellor." "And as I find it is in the paper for tomorrow, I am come down by the express coach to confer with him." "I expect he will want to go straight back to London." "Is his presence really necessary tomorrow, sir?" "Well, no." "Can it do any good?" "No, I'm not aware that it can." "Then why all this travelling up and down, which I suppose is at Mr Carstone's expense?" "You suppose correctly, Miss Summerson." "But Mr Carstone has laid down the principle of watching his own interests." "And when a client lays down his own principle," "I am obliged to carry it out." "Am I not?" "Of course I am." "My conscience is quite clear." "Ah, I believe I see my client now." "Excuse me, Miss Summerson." "There you are, Miss Summerson." "Common sense, responsibility and respectability all united." "What a man he is, to be sure." "And what a pleasure to be able to introduce him to our young friend." "And how did that come about?" "Why, Vholes asked for the introduction and I, er..." "I gaveit ." "Did any money change hands, Mr Skimpole?" "Why, now you mention it, yes, I believe it did." "Hmm." "Indeed..." "I thinkyoumightsay that Vholes bribed me." "Well, he gave me something, at any rate." "Called it "commission"." "Was it a five pound note?" "Do you know, I think it must have been." "I understand." "Ah, Miss Summerson, you understand everything." "So young." "Whereas I..." "I understand nothing." "A child." "A child." "Mr Smallweed?" "Shop's shut." "No admittance!" "Get out before I set the dogs on you." "HE BARKS" "Down, sir, down." "Better get out quick, I can't hold 'em." "Mr Smallweed, it's me." "Guppy." "Kenge and Carboys." "Guppy, is it?" "All right, come forward." "Stand to be recognised." "Shake me up, Judy." "Ooh." "What do you want?" "I was wondering whether you'd come across those letters I was mentioning." "Letters?" "What letters?" "We're up to our throats in letters here!" "Tied with pink ribbon?" "In a lady's hand?" "Addressed to a Captain Hawdon?" "Ah, those letters." "Now I recall." "So what if I had found 'em?" "Then my client would be very interested in purchasing 'em." "Your lady client?" "That's right." "For a nominal sum?" "That's right." "What sort of sum?" "Ten pounds?" "Ten pounds?" "Do you think I'm a new born baby, Mr Guppy of Kenge and Carboys?" "If I was to have a sight of 'em, Mr Smallweed," "I may be able to offer something a little bit more handsome." "So, have you got 'em or not?" "Mr Guppy." "Oh." "Mr Tulkinghorn, sir." "How do you do, sir?" "Here on business, Mr Guppy?" "I am, sir." "Kenge and Carboys' business?" "No, sir." "Oh." "Set up chambers of your own, have you, Mr Guppy?" "No, sir." "I am here on behalf of a private client." "In Kenge and Carboys' time." "Mr Kenge will be interested to hear of it when I tell him." "Really, sir, begging you wouldn't." "Name of your private client?" "Not at liberty to disclose it, sir." "Quite sure about that?" "Wild horses wouldn't drag it from me, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Wouldn't they, now?" "All right, Mr Guppy, take yourself off." "But I was talking to Mr Smallweed, though..." "Good day, Mr Guppy." "Right." "He was after them letters." "Did you let him see them?" "No, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Or let him know that you had 'em?" "No, Mr Tulkinghorn." "Soon as I saw the name Hawdon," "I thought, "Mr Tulkinghorn will wanna see these. "" "Hmm, quite right." "I shall want something for 'em, Mr Tulkinghorn." "I will pay you £250 for these letters, on condition that you deny ever having seen them, or any knowledge of Captain Hawdon in connection with a lady, or with anything else." "Do you agree?" "Yes." "Then that concludes our business." "My clerk will bring you the money before close of business today." "Good day to you." "And then the search fees, and the attendance fees, and the various disbursements, and attending upon your good self..." "Yes, yes, of course, but we are making progress?" "We are very active, Mr Carstone." "We have our shoulders to the wheel." "No stone is left unturned." "Yes." "Good." "Good." "If it weren't all so deuced expensive." "That is the way of things, Mr Carstone." "Nothing is for nothing, as they say." "Are Sir Leicester and Lady Dedlock still in town, Clamb?" "Er, no, sir." "They've returned to Chesney Wold." "Then I shall have to visit them there." "You have a gentle touch, Rosa." "Thank you, milady." "I find it soothing." "And I am in need of soothing." "We are all out of sorts today, Rosa." "Sir Leicester is out of sorts because his candidate has lost the election." "Are you interested in politics, Rosa?" "No, milady." "Nor am I." "But it seems he was defeated by Mr Rouncewell's candidate." "Sir Leicester is very angry with Mr Rouncewell." "He thinks Mr Rouncewell is trying to bring down the aristocracy." "I don't care tuppence about it..." "but I am sorry to see Sir Leicester so distressed." "Is that why you're out of sorts, milady?" "That, and the fact that Mr Tulkinghorn is coming to dinner." "You don't care for Mr Tulkinghorn, milady?" "No, I do not." "I care for you, though, Rosa." "Very much." "Home again, home again, jiggety jig." "And I find my house in very good order." "No robbers, then?" "No ghosts." "No hobgoblins?" "We did have one visitor." "Richard." "Mr Carstone came to see us." "Rick?" "Was Rick here?" "You're not angry?" "No, indeed." "I'm only sorry that I missed him." "I do not think he would have come to the house if he had known you were here." "Still on that tack, is he?" "The wind is in the east there." "Oh, Rick, Rick." "We tried to persuade him to stay..." ". but he was called away." "Army business?" "Unfortunately not." "Court business?" "Yes." "He has a new lawyer, a Mr Vholes." "Introduced to him by Mr Skimpole." "And they are making a meal of him, I have no doubt." "Poor Rick." "Ada, I believe I have done you wrong and done Rick wrong." "No, I don't think that." "Even if Richard does." "And he doesn't believe you've done him wrong, exactly." "Only that his interests conflict with yours in the Chancery Court." "I gave up all my claims to an interest in that case many years ago." "When I say " did you wrong"," "I mean when I refused my consent to your engagement." "It would have been better if I had consented." "Well..." "I consent now." "Rick's love for you is the best and steadiest thing about him." "You are his best hope now, Ada." "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." "All right, Mr Bunce." "In the matter of Jarndyce and Jarndyce..." "Yes,Mr Brownlow?" "Application for costs, m'lud." "Yes, I dare say." "Any more?" "GENERAL AGREEMENT Very well, I'll hear them now." "As for the rest..." "the several depositions and representations waiting to be heard, the meat of the matter, as one might say, postponed till Wednesday fortnight." "And this man..." "Rouncewell, who has been a guest in my house, a guest under my roof, Tulkinghorn, has sided against me, with the rabble." "Most regrettable." "And this was the man who wanted to take my lady's maid away and educate her, if you please." "As if Chesney Wold were not good enough for her." "I have no intention of parting with her." "But these people are very proud, in their way." "If they felt the girl..." "Rosa, is it?" ". . had been tainted by the association..." "Tainted?" "Ridiculous." "I heard a story, very lately, of a townsman of Mr Rouncewell's whose daughter attracted the attention of a great lady." "Yes?" "Yes, go on." "The great lady I speak of treated the girl with great kindness" "Kept her always near her." "So far, so good." "But the great lady had a secret." "She had, in early life, been engaged to marry a young rake..." "A captain in the Army." "She never did marry him, but she gave birth to a child of which he was the father." "Shocking." "Shocking." "Years later, the truth emerged." "And when Mr Rouncewell's townsman heard of it, he took his daughter away from the great lady saying that she had been tainted by the disgrace of the association." "Mmm." "Well, in such circumstances, of course, if such a thing were possible, one could understand it." "But the fact of the matter is that such a set of circumstances could not possibly happen." "The behaviour you speak of would never have taken place." "Well, yes, quite, exactly." "The story must, I suppose, be apocryphal." "Mmm." "How long have you known?" "I have suspected for a long while." "Fully known it, a little while." "Months?" "Days." "And now you are going to expose me?" "I have not yet decided what I'm going to do." "You can save yourself the trouble." "I shall leave Chesney Wold tonight, and forever." "No, you will not." "You will hear what I have to say." "Go on." "You must understand, Lady Dedlock, that my sole consideration in this unhappy case is Sir Leicester." "Then why do you keep me from going away?" "Because your flight would spread the whole truth far and wide." "It would be impossible to save the family credit for a day." "It is not to be thought of." "When I speak of Sir Leicester being the sole consideration, he and the family credit are one." "Sir Leicester and the baronetcy," "Sir Leicester and his ancestors, Sir Leicester and Chesney Wold." "So..." "This is to be hushed up, if it can be." "And how can it be if Sir Leicester is driven out of his wits or laid on his death-bed?" "Go on." "My experience teaches me that most people would do far better to leave marriage alone." "So I thought when Sir Leicester married, so I have always thought since." "And, well..." "what's done is done." "I must now ask you to keep your own counsel for the time being about what we both know." "And I will keep mine." "I am to drag my present life out, holding its pains at your pleasure, day by day?" "I am afraid so, Lady Dedlock." "I am not sure that I could do that, Mr Tulkinghorn." "You must, Lady Dedlock." "For your husband's sake." "For the sake of the family honour..." "you must." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd - 2005 Converted by reirei for the forom" "Your flight would spread the whole truth far and wide" "It will be impossible to save the family credit for a day" "It is not to be thought of" "Rosa, come here, child" "Yes, m'lady?" "What would you say if, after all," "I let Mr Rouncewell take you away and have you educated to be his son's wife?" "I thought Your Ladyship wanted to keep me as long as possible But circumstances have changed" "You do like Mr Rouncewell's son?" "Yes, m'lady" "I have been selfish wanting to keep you for myself" "I shall be very sorry to lose you, Rosa" "Dear Esther" "Dearest Esther" "My very dear girl" "No" "My very dear Esther" "I hope what I write will not come as too much of a surprise to you" "I'm sorry, do I disturb you?" "No" "No, not at all What is it, Esther?" "Er" "I should like your permission to make a short visit to London" "You remember Caddy Jellyby, who married Mr Turveydrop from dancing school?" "Well, she tells me she's going to have a baby Ah!" "And Ada would like to come with me, of course She wants to see how Richard is getting on" "So have we your permission?" "Yes, yes !" "I had hoped by now I" "Well, never mind Esther, of course you have my permission" "My very best wishes to young Mrs Turveydrop" "Thank you" "Damn!" "Damn!" "Damn!" "Sorry, Mr Tulkinghorn's engaged" "FRENCH ACCENT:" "I will see him Let me pass!" "I'm very sorry, Mr Tulkinghorn" "I have had a great deal of trouble to find you, sir Have you?" "He's not at home, he's engaged, he's this and that, he's not for you" "Well, you're here now What have you to say?" "Zat you have not used me well" "You have been mean and shabby" "I 'elped you to trap my mistress the dress the boy recognised You owe me something" "I owe you nothing You performed a service and you were paid for it" "You promised to 'elp me You said you would find me a good position" "I said I would consider it" "Having considered it, I decided against it, because I judge your temperament to be too fiery to be suitable for a lady's maid" "With a lady who was kind to me, I could be as meek as a queen dove" "Ha !" "I think not!" "Then you will do nothing for me?" "Nothing at all Then you had better beware !" "No, YOU had better beware" "If you come here again, you may find yourself taken by the police, strapped on a board and carried through the streets for all to see" "What do you think of that?" "I dare you to do it!" "Don't put me to the test, young woman" "Rubbish" "Rubbish Good day, Mr Smallweed Rent!" "Er" "In due course, Mr Smallweed, as promised Now, or you're out!" "Now we'll have some fun, Judy" "Rubbish Rubbish" "Rubbish !" "Mr Smallweed," "I cannot make my key turn in the door Oh, dear" "And why is that, I wonder( ?" ")" "Cos I had the lock changed, that's why!" "Mr Smallweed, you cannot do this to me !" "Done it, ain't I ?" "Done it!" "But my things, my" "My poor little birds !" "What have you done with them ?" "In the alley You're lucky I didn't wring their necks" "You're lucky I didn't bite their little heads off!" "Well, go on then Hook sling it!" "No come backy!" "But, Mr Smallweed, I" "Where am I to go?" "What do I care about that?" "Who do you think I am , the Christmas Spirit?" "Hop it!" "Out!" "One two, one two !" "Judy, take the broom Chase her out" "Right you are, Grandad" "There she goes" "Ooh Oh, my bones" "Shake me up, Judy" "So, as you see, we're managing very well" "We've got more pupils than ever before, and Prince has taken on three apprentices, and I've learned myself to play the piano well enough to get by" "But how will you manage when the baby comes?" "But we will manage, somehow" "I'm sure you will, Caddy" "It was you who got me started on trying to make something out of myself" "I'm ashamed to think of what I was like when you first met me, unpolite and inky and not a good word to say to anybody!" "Maybe you don't see much of a difference now, but if there is it's thanks to you, Esther" "No!" "No, you've done it yourself, Caddy" "I wish I could say I'd done as much with my life as you have with yours" "Oh !" "Oh, Lord !" "Mrs Guppy?" "Is Mr Guppy at home?" "Mrs Guppy, may I come in?" "Miss Summerson !" "This is indeed an honour SNIGGERING Mother!" "I took the liberty of sending you a note, Mr Guppy You did" "And I have it here" "Mother, please" "I do beg your pardon, Miss Summerson" "Perhaps I could speak to you alone for a moment Mother?" "I came here rather than to the office because I did not want to cause you any embarrassment, remembering what you said to me on another occasion" "Oh Yes" "Er" "Forgive me, was you referring to the occasion when I , erm made a declaration" "( Oh, Lord ) Erm , I feel a little giddy" "It's very hot and close in here" "Where was I ?" "You were saying that you made a declaration, Mr Guppy, a declaration of love, and a proposal of marriage Which you turned down You did" "You won't object to admit that I don't object You proposed and I turned you down" "There's no doubt about that Thank you, miss I , er regret that my arrangements in life combined with circumstances beyond my control will make it impossible for me ever to renew that offer in any shape or form" "That's quite all right, Mr Guppy" "I'm very sorry, truly I am , but it couldn't be Now, could it?" "You know?" "But the memory of it will stay with me" "Mr Guppy, please stop I want to tell you why I came to see you" "I beg your pardon Please do" "When you asked me to marry you Which proposal has been repudiated you also said that you might be able to help me by making enquiries into my birth and my ancestry Yes" "Yes, and I have already made some discoveries I want you to stop," "Mr Guppy" "I have been told all the circumstances of my birth, so I would be very grateful if you would make no further enquiries" "Is that all?" "Yes, Mr Guppy, that's all" "Then, Miss Summerson, upon my soul, you may rely upon me in every respect" "Esther!" "Ada !" "What's the matter?" "I thought you were with Richard" "I went to his lodgings at the time we arranged, but they said he'd gone out and they didn't know where" "Where else but the court?" "Another adjournment?" "Again, nothing done !" "Nothing !" "Nothing done !" "No, no, sir" "Don't say, "Nothing done, " sir That is scarcely fair" "We have our shoulders to the wheel, and the wheel is going round" "The wheel goes round, but it does need oiling from time to time" "Yes, indeed Which reminds me, there are some bills for you to sign, Mr Carstone" "Let's go this way It's just a short step to my chambers" "Ada !" "Esther!" "Whatever are you doing here?" "Oh, Lord, it was today, wasn't it?" "Ada, I'm so sorry" "It doesn't matter I've found you now Am I forgiven?" "Excellent!" "Now, I know a very good place to eat The devils on horseback are the best in London" "Do you know, I heard the most extraordinary thing from Tulkinghorn" "What was that?" "Our neighbour Boythorn has been entertaining Mr John Jarndyce and the wards in Jarndyce" "And what should that be to us?" "Well, Mr Jarndyce is an old friend of yours, I understand" "They should have been entertained here, not at that fellow Boythorn's place" "I'm sure that Mr Jarndyce wouldn't have felt slighted in the least by not being invited here" "Well, I disagree" "I have written to Mr Jarndyce to invite them all" "Welcome back, welcome back!" "It's been a Bleak House indeed without you to brighten it!" "I think the wind has been in the east since you went away" "We weren't away for long I know, but you were very much missed, both of you" "Now, when you're both ready, supper is on the table" "We have received an invitation from a very august personage" "Sir Leicester Dedlock has invited all three of us to stay at Chesney Wold What do you think of that?" "Why should he invite us?" "He knows we are friendly with Mr Boythorn, and he hates Mr Boythorn" "I know I was astonished myself But, do you know, there's a degree of acquaintance from the past Didn't you meet Lady Dedlock, when you went to look at the ghost walk?" "You must have made a great impression on her and that the invitation comes from her rather than Sir Leicester I'm sure it does not" "You are not intending to accept, are you?" "Why not?" "I couldn't possibly go" "Why not?" "If Sir Leicester thinks you're good enough for Chesney Wold, who are you to disagree?" "I can't go" "Esther!" "KNOCK AT DOOR" "Esther" "I've come to tell you why we why I at any rate cannot go to Chesney Wold" "It is a secret, but I think I must tell you" "Go on" "I am Lady Dedlock's daughter" "She told me so herself, and she also told me that we must never meet again" "So, you see, the invitation" "It couldn't possibly have come from her" "Esther, Esther!" "Poor, dear girl!" "You must not tell anyone else !" "Of course I shan't tell anyone else" "What a burden it must have been to keep that secret" "Worse for her Yes" "Perhaps" "Esther" "there is a secret I have kept from you all these years, but now I think you should know" "The lady who brought you up, who entrusted you to my care was Lady Dedlock's sister" "Her sister?" "But didn't you ever suspect?" "Not for a moment I did think you might have been HER child, the sister's" "That would have explained why she broke off with Boythorn so suddenly" "So she sacrificed her life for me" "I wish she had not" "She never loved me" "She was right it would have been better if I had never been born" "But then, I would never have known you would I ?" "You have filled my life with joy" "But you have changed my life, too Esther, let me go on now, or I shall never manage it" "Our lives are changing" "Rick has already left Bleak House, and Ada will not be with us much longer" "But I hope that you will want to stay here with me" "Yes, of course, if you wish it" "Will you stay here as the mistress of Bleak House?" "As my wife?" "I know the world will say I am far too old to offer myself as a husband for a young girl, but I can't help what I feel, and I care for your feelings much more than the world's" "There I've said it" "I love you, Esther" "Will you be my wife?" "May I think about it for a little while?" "Of course !" "Of course" "As long as you like" "Thank you" "You tell your policemen to seize me on the street and bring me here when I have done no crime" "What justice is this?" "You've been annoying respectable citizens, mademoiselle" "It seems a friendly warning might be in order Who gives you your orders?" "Is it my lady?" "Or is it that devil Tulkinghorn?" "They are both as bad as each other" "This is a free country!" "Where is liberate, egalite, fraternite?" "You forget, mademoiselle, we haven't had no revolution here" "I must ask you to write down your present address on this paper so we can keep an eye on you" "Unless you prefer to be clapped in irons tout de suite" "All the same to me You're as bad as the worst of them Give me the pen" "There" "Much obliged, mademoiselle And that is all?" "I can go now?" "Yes" "Yes, I will" "Aren't we all quiet this morning?" "This is delicious, Esther No one makes blackberry jelly like yours Oh, indeed" "Is something the matter?" "No, nothing's the matter" "That is" "Esther, could you come and see me in the growlery in a little while?" "Yes, of course" "What is it?" "What's she done?" "Has she got the accounts all wrong?" "No !" "Nothing like that, Ada" "I hate secrets" "So do I" "Why didn't you tell her?" "Tell her what, exactly?" "That we are engaged to be married" "I wasn't sure I Esther, I have had an anxious night of it" "Are you sure this is what you really want?" "Yes !" "Or I would not have said so" "You wouldn't have rather carried on as we were?" "I WAS surprised when you asked me to marry you" "You thought of me as a father rather than as a lover Yes" "But now I think I could learn to think about you in that other way" "Truly?" "Yes" "Truly" "I don't know what marriage is like" "I think perhaps no one does until they try it" "And I think that you and I may do as well as others at it" "Dear Esther!" "But all the same," "I think you need time to accustom yourself to the idea, and so for now I think it's best if we continue as we were" "At least, that is, as far as others are concerned" "And not tell Ada Not for the present If you should change your mind I shan't go back on my word!" "Humour me in this, Esther" "Very well" "And now I have my work to do" "What an inspiring sight!" "Captain Carstone !" "And where is it to be now, hmm ?" "China?" "The West Indies?" "The Hindu Kush?" "We shall be quartered at Deal for the time being" "Oh Not TOO dangerous, then !" "Not dangerous at all" "Except to the pocket" "I've been wondering whether it might be best to sell out, after all" "Dear me I am sorry to hear that, Mr Carstone" "Well, there are so many expenses Mess bills, stabling one or two debts of honour" "Ah, yes Regarding which, if you would be so good as to" "Thank you If I could only have some assurance of a speedy settlement" "Ah, Mr Carstone you know me, I think" "I am not the man to give assurances when the facts are not certain" "Ah, what a man, eh?" "What a fellow What integrity!" "Yes" "Yes, you're a good man, Mr Vholes, a true friend" "SHOULD I sell out, do you think?" "You might think that the best course" "You might very well think that" "But I would not wish to influence you one way or the other" "I am afraid that he has no present means at all" "Even if he sells out, that money will be eaten up in debts he has incurred in the service" "Meanwhile, I have three daughters to support and an aged father in the Vale of Taunton" "How are they to be fed?" "Now you mention it," "I've always found an application to Mr John Jarndyce rarely goes amiss" "But Mr Carstone has broken with him , has he not?" "Perhaps he has" "But I fancy my friend Jarndyce has not broken with HIM" "# Oh, what care I for house and land?" "# What care I for treasure oh?" "# What care I for my newly wedded lord?" "# I'm away with the raggle taggle Gypsies oh #" "Very pretty" "Sir!" "You startled me" "You like your work here, Rosa?" "Yes, sir" "My lady is kind to you?" "Very kind, sir" "She is fond of you, I think Rosa?" "My lady!" "Rosa, will you fetch my book?" "I think it is in the little sitting room Yes, m'lady" "What were you saying to her?" "Nothing" "Merely passing the time of day" "I don't like your speaking to her" "She is a very agreeable young woman, and I believe she loves you dearly" "I wonder what she would think of you if she heard of your disgrace" "You will have to forgo that pleasure, Mr Tulkinghorn, as I have decided to send her away" "No, you will not do that" "Do you presume to tell me how to run my household?" "We have an agreement, you and I" "You will not draw attention to yourself by doing anything out of the ordinary" "I understand that you wish to protect your little favourite from the taint of association with you, but it will not do, Lady Dedlock" "If any action is to be taken, I will decide what and when" "Not you" "Oh, my bones !" "Go steady, there, you brimstone beasts !" "Let me out, you Ooh" "Judy, shake me up" "Afternoon, Mr Smallweed" "What brings you here?" "Just a friendly call, George" "How's business?" "Quiet" "That's a pity I've come to call in your debt, George" "What are you talking about?" "That debt was settled, and you know it" "Oh, no, George, I don't think it was" "Settled?" "No, no, no, no Look here £2 43 7 s 2d and 3 farthings still owing" "Your memory must be playing tricks on you, my old friend You promised me if I supplied a letter with the Captain's writing on it it would put me straight and clear, and I did it Against my conscience" "And now you tell me I'm not straight and clear after all?" "That's about the size of it" "Cruel world, innit?" "You little bloodsucker, I'll give you "cruel world"" "I'll snap your neck for you !" "That debt was settled, and you know it" "No, George, it's not me, it's him !" "I'm just the messenger!" "He sent me to tell you" "Who sent ya?" "Oh, my bones!" "For pity's sake, George !" "Mr Tulkinghorn" "Subtitles by Vicky McDonald Red Bee Media Ltd 2005 Converted by reirei for the forom" "Re-edited by XBeth - 2009" "And this for £20, Mr Jarndyce" "All signed "R Carstone"" "This for 30" "And this, again, for 20" "And this, again for 20 140 all told" "Exactly, Mr Jarndyce" "Ah, Miss Summerson Mr Vholes has brought an ugly report of poor Rick's situation, Esther" "I have staved off many little matters for Mr C, but there is a limit to staving off and we have reached it So what is to happen?" "I believe he intends to sell out of the army, Miss Summerson" "That will buy him a little time, but face him with new difficulties mundane, but real enough" "Food, lodgings and so on" "You see my difficulty, Esther I can go behind his back but I can't help him openly" "He would never accept it Let me go down to Deal and talk to him" "If he would only give up this wretched case, everything could be put right" "Even now You might think that, Miss Summerson, but it is my duty to point out that Mr Carstone has an interest in Jarndyce and Jarndyce, and a right to pursue that interest" "It is not for me to tell him to give up that interest" "All right, Mr Vholes" "Miss Summerson will communicate with Mr Carstone" "Will you allow me to give you some lunch before you leave?" "Thank you, no" "My digestion is much impaired" "I am a poor knife and fork at any time" "With your permission, I will take my leave, sir" "Why didn't our guardian send for me when Mr Vholes was here?" "I don't know, Ada After all, Richard's affairs are of more concern to me than to you or to him" "They're of concern to us all, Ada" "Perhaps he didn't want you upset" "He thinks of me as a child still" "I want to come down to Deal with you when you go" "I think that's a very good idea Perhaps between us we can make him see sense" "I don't like it, Esther" "When you speak of Richard as if you think he's taken leave of his senses" "I didn't mean it like that" "I've made up my mind" "I shall come of age soon and have my own inheritance" "It isn't very large, but it could save Richard from having to sell out of the army" "Ada, are you sure it won't be throwing good money after bad?" "I don't care" "I love him and I want to help him , and that's all I know" "Rosa, come and sit down by me" "Rosa, remember I told you that I might have to send you away?" "Yes, m'lady" "I have written to Mr Rouncewell, and he will come for you tomorrow" "So soon?" "Yes, it must be soon" "Rosa, I did not want to part with you, but it is for the best" "I hope you will think kindly of me, Rosa, whatever you hear about me" "Ah !" "Here we are, ladies" "As snug and cosy a room as any you'll find in Deal" "Is this your first visit here?" "Yes, it is" "Are you meeting someone from the Indiaman?" "She's due to drop anchor off the Downs, on the afternoon tide" "Lots of folks gone down to see her boats coming to shore" "No, we've come to see an officer who's billeted here" "I wonder, could you tell us how to get to the barracks?" "Surely, Miss Nothing easier" "KNOCK ON DOOR Yes?" "Esther" "Ada" "What are you doing here?" "Who would have thought of seeing you?" "I was just writing to you Come in, sit down I , er" "I've nothing to offer you but myself, I'm afraid" "That's all we wanted Well" "So what were you writing?" "May we read it?" "Oh, no need" "You can read it in the room" "It's all up with me here" "If you'd have come an hour or two later, I'd have been gone" "Yes, I'm selling out That's the end of another career" "Is it really as hopeless as that?" "It is" "I'm so near disgrace here, they'd rather be rid of me" "And it's not just the debts" "I've lost my appetite for soldiering" "I can't give my heart to it, or my mind or my soul or" "I can't attend to anything while those villains in court hold my fate" "The regiment's ordered abroad How could I leave things hanging?" "How could I trust even Vholes to see to my affairs unless I was at his back?" "Richard I came here to tell you I want you to have my inheritance" "That portion of it which is mine alone, and will come to me soon, so that you can set yourself right with the regiment and remain in the service" "You would do that for me?" "Of course I would" "I'd do more I'd do anything" "Ada !" "I shall never forget this" "But you know, of course, I could never accept it" "Not to stay in this wretched life" "I was never meant to be a soldier, and I won't waste your inheritance" "Your little fortune will be devoted to what promises a better return" "Where you and I have a larger stake Our birthright Richard!" "I shall only have one thing on my mind now" "And Vholes and I will work at it, I swear it" "It's no use arguing My mind is made up" "Just give me an hour or two to wind things up here, and I'll meet you back at the inn and we'll all travel back to London tomorrow" "All right, ladies !" "Let them through !" "Where on earth did all these people come from ?" "Ah, it's the Indiaman, Miss" "Some of them are from it, and some to greet 'em" "The doctor himself is staying here What doctor?" "Why, surely you've heard of him , Miss?" "Woodcourt" "The hero of the wreck Why, here they are now, I believe" "Miss Summerson" "HE COUGHS AND RETCHES" "Mr Snagsby!" "No loitering here, son" "Move on And quick about it" "Go on, get out of it" "What's the matter, officer?" "Just riff raff, Mr Snagsby" "I sent him off" "KNOCK ON DOOR" "Is that you, Ada?" "No, Miss Summerson, it's Allan Woodcourt" "I heard of your illness" "I wished very much to have been nearer, but no doubt you were well looked after" "Oh, yes." "Er, my maid, Charley, was an excellent nurse" "And you are quite recovered now?" "I feel as well as I ever did" "And I am as you see me" "Yes" "You needn't pity me, Mr Woodcourt" "I was never vain about my looks, so there's no harm done" "The marks will fade, you know, until no one will be able to tell" "I've told you, I don't want pity" "If they fade, they fade If they don't, I shall still think myself very lucky to be alive" "I never quite thought of that before, you know?" "No, nor did I" "Of course, your shipwreck" "I heard you were very brave" "How much good will it do me?" "I left England as a penniless surgeon, and I'm coming back as one" "Can't even afford a decent suit of clothes" "I ran into Richard Carstone downstairs He said he envied me" "I don't think many men would" "Oh, please" "How do you think he looked?" "Very much as before Eager, cheerful" "But I do see a change in him" "Before I'd have described him as animated Now, perhaps, "agitated"" "would be the better word" "Is there something that worries him ?" "Only this dreadful Chancery case" "Mr Woodcourt, would you do something for me?" "Anything, if I can Would you look out for Richard in London?" "He needs a good friend more than anything" "Gladly I could do with a good friend myself" "Now, what do you say?" "Shall we all dine together here at the inn?" "A free man" "A free man You don't know how happy I am , Woodcourt, to be out of that confounded barracks" "I feel like I'm starting life all over again" "Here, among my friends" "To friendship!" "To friendship" "Ah !" "Well, mother" "Come in, sit down You have time?" "Aye Let 'em wait awhile" "I remember you sitting there when you were five years old, with your brother beside you" "Fighting and quarrelling, no doubt" "Oh, no" "That came later" "He was a very sweet natured boy" "And later on he was never really bad, just wild" "If you say so, mother" "I do say so" "He was a dear boy" "I suppose he's buried in some foreign field now" "Come now, mother" "You've still got me" "And little enough I see you !" "Well, never mind that" "I know you're a busy man" "How's my grandson?" "Oh, sends his love" "He's all right" "Still pining for that Rosa of yours" "I offered to educate the girl out of my own pocket, and they sent me away with a flea in my ear" "And now they want to cast her off" "It's not what I wanted for him" "A girl from the village" "Well, weren't you a boy from the village?" "I was, but I'm not any more, mother" "I'm as well set up as them upstairs now" "Might buy them out one day when I've had enough of hard work" "God knows I'd like to, if it were only to see the look on his face" "I am afraid you will have a rather chill, damp journey, sir" "We're used to that" "Come here, child" "You must do as he says, Rosa" "Mr Rouncewell will take good care of you" "Come, Rosa You do care for my lad, don't you?" "Yes, sir" "Well, then" "She seems reluctant to go, sir" "Well, she's not well bred, you see, Sir Leicester" "If she had remained here, she would have improved, no doubt" "Good day, Sir Leicester" "Good day, Lady Dedlock" "Come along, Rosa" "Insolent blackguard !" "Jo?" "Woodcourt At Deal?" "Yes We all had supper together at the inn" "He was very attentive to Esther" "Ada, he was not" "He was polite and kind, like a gentleman" "But he got on very well with Richard, and he has promised to be a friend to him in London" "A friend to Rick in London?" "So Rick is selling out after all?" "It was all done before we got there" "Nothing we could say would make him change his mind" "Where is he to live?" "I think near Mr Vholes's office" "Very convenient for Mr Vholes" "He will have Rick safely in his sticky web, all the better to consume him entirely at his leisure Stop!" "I can't bear to hear Richard spoken about like that" "He has made his decision and I think we should allow him to know what's best for him" "Ada, Ada, I" "I don't think we should discuss it any more" "Is anything the matter?" "Let me look at you, boy" "I'm a doctor, I'm not gonna hurt you Wait a minute Don't I know you?" "Didn't they call you to the Coroner's Court?" "I never done nothing, sir" "It's true, sir" "St Albans?" "Yes, sir And a young lady took pity on him and took him home and nursed him" "Only he ran away in the night, and left her with the fever, and she nearly died of it, sir" "Poor little thing Isn't there anything you can do for him ?" "My guess is he has pneumonia, in both lungs, and more besides" "Come on, then" "Let's find you a place where you can be comfortable" "Oh, be careful with him , Mr Squod Are you sure you can manage it?" "Don't you worry, Miss Flite, he's no weight at all to carry, poor wee scrap" "What's this?" "General George, my dear physician, Mr Woodcourt, sought my assistance in finding a place for this poor young patient, and I immediately thought of you" ""General George will help us out, " I said Bring him over here, Phil" "Lay him down" "The thing is, I don't want to take him to a hospital or a workhouse" "He is terrified that he will be found by a man who has been harrying him" "A man called Bucket" "An inspector of police I know him , sir" "And I've seen this boy before Not lately, though" "He looks very bad, sir" "I fear he is" "Well, he's welcome to stay here for as long as it takes one way or t'other" "That's very good of you, Sergeant George" "He seems agitated, like Jo?" "Anything that we can do for you, to set your mind at rest?" "Is there a friend that we could call?" "Mr Snagsby" "And the lady" "Could you tell her I never meant her no harm ?" "I shall, Jo I shall" "Thought you'd wish to know, sir" "Sir Leicester and his lady came to town today" "Did they now?" "She sent the maid away" "The pretty girl, the one you mentioned" "Gone" "Thought you'd wish to know, Mr Tulkinghorn" "Thank you, Clamb" "And how do you find yourself?" "My poor lad" "I'm in luck here, Mr Snagsby" "I'm very cosy here" "I never meant to do it, sir" "Do what, Jo?" "Make the make the lady ill" "Near to die" "She is coming here herself, Jo" "You can tell her yourself" "Pray God he lives that long" "There's very little I can do for him" "Poor lad" "(Hold up, my boy Hold up We'll beat this, so we will )" "Don't let the other one come" "Inspector Bucket, Jo?" "No, he won't come here" "No, the other one" "You know him , Mr Snagsby" "Where I was took Behind the big desk" "It was him set the Inspector on to me" "That's when all my troubles started No, no, Jo" "He wouldn't harm you Who?" "Who do you speak of?" "Why, Mr Tulkinghorn" "Tulkinghorn" "Well?" "I thought we had an agreement, Lady Dedlock" "What agreement?" "That you would take no action without reference to me" "You have violated that agreement by sending that girl away" "What possible harm can it do to spare an innocent girl from the taint of scandal?" "If I wish to protect my secret It is not your secret any longer" "It is my secret, in trust for Sir Leicester and the family" "I consider our agreement to be broken, Lady Dedlock, and I reserve the right to take what action I see fit" "You must do as you wish" "Then that is all I have to trouble you with this evening" "Wait" "Do you mean to tell Sir Leicester tonight?" "No" "Not tonight" "Tomorrow, then?" "It may be tomorrow" "Good evening, Lady Dedlock" "What's the matter, Jo?" "I thought I was" "Tom All Alone's again It was just a dream , Jo" "You're safe now" "You're with friends" "Not for very long, though" "I'm going, ain't I ?" "Moving on" "Like the copper said, right?" "You don't have to go anywhere, Jo" "Where did you think of going?" "Burying ground" "That's where" "By and by, Jo Not yet" "It's getting very dark" "I thought there'd be a light coming" "Jo?" "Did you ever know a prayer?" "No, Miss Jo, can you say what I say?" "Our Father" "Our Father which art in heaven" "art in heaven Heaven hallowed" "Dead" "Dead" "Dead, Your Majesty" "Dead, my Lords and gentlemen" "Dead, Your Worships Dead, Right Reverends of every order and degree" "Dead and dying thus around us" "Every day" "Beg pardon, my lady I thought you'd retired for the night" "Sir Leicester has retired for the night I am going out" "Call for the carriage, my lady?" "Not necessary, Mercury I simply want a breath of fresh air" "So will you be so good as to unbolt the door?" "Very good, my lady" "At least the poor lad'll have a proper burial" "Mr Jarndyce, he'll see to that" "Clergyman" "Brass handled coffin" "All proper and shipshape" "He's a good man, that Mr Jarndyce" "That man bears a heavy weight of blame, Phil" "Mr Jarndyce?" "What's he done?" "Not Jarndyce" "Tulkinghorn" "It all comes back to Tulkinghorn He's like the old enemy himself" "I'm going out, Phil" "Where are you going at this time of night?" "Never you mind" "I'll be going home, then, Mr Tulkinghorn" "All right, Clamb Goodnight then, sir" "Goodnight" "Oh Beg pardon, sir No harm done" "Goodnight" "Who's there?" "Who's there, I say?" "!" "You !" "GUN FIRES" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd for BBC Converted by reirei for the forom" "Mr Tulkinghorn?" "Where d'you get to last night, guv'nor?" "Just a little walk, Phil." "What, with a pistol in your pocket?" "Ow!" "You numskulls!" "You wild beasts!" "Have a care, there!" "Now put me down softly." "Softly!" "Yeah." "There we are." "Judy, shake me up." "BONES CRACK George, my old friend." "I'm no friend of yours, and you know it." "What do you want?" "No need to take that tone with me, George." "I've come to take an inventory of all your goods prior to taking possession of the premises." "Now what do you say to that?" "Oi, steady on." "Judy, Judy, Judy!" "He's gonna kill me!" "JUDY SCREAMS" "Get me out of here!" "You'll regret this, George." "Mr Tulkinghorn will hear of this." "Shot through the heart." "Take a seat, Mr Clamb." "And a drop of this." "You've had a shock." "At least, I hope you have." "Go on." "He don't mind now." "Shot through the heart late last evening, I should say." "No weapon on the scene." "So we can surmise that this was no accident." "What we are looking at is a murder." "Are you with me, Mr Clamb?" "It's a terrible thought, Inspector." "It's a terrible thing." "This is very good wine." "No sign of a struggle." "No sign of a robbery." "So, I deduce, correct me if I'm going astray, Mr Clamb, that this murder was committed by someone who knew Mr Tulkinghorn and didn't like him." "That could be quite a long list." "Come on, old fellow." "This is no time for discretion." "Would you care to give me any names?" "There's a man, sir, I don't accuse him." "No, no, I understand." "Come on." "He goes under the name... of Sergeant George." "I know the man." "He felt he was being persecuted by my...employer." "And was he?" "That's not for me to say, Inspector." "But he has been here more than once and uttered threats." "Threats?" "That's serious." "And as I was leaving last night, I nearly ran into him just outside." "And did he go up?" "That I can't say, Inspector." "That's all right." "Anyone else you'd like to mention?" "Not that I can think of." "Mr Tulkinghorn's clerk?" "He was most insistent on seeing you in person, Sir Leicester." "For what reason?" "He didn't give a reason, Sir Leicester, but said it was a matter of the utmost importance." "I will see him." "Have things come to such a pass that Tulkinghorn now sends his clerk instead of attending upon us himself?" "It would seem so." "Mr Clamb." "Well, Mr Clamb?" "Sir Leicester." "Lady Dedlock." "My master is dead." "What?" "Tulkinghorn dead?" "Well...how?" "Was he taken ill?" "I'm very sorry to say that he was murdered, sir." "Shot through the heart in his office late last evening." "Shot?" "Tulkinghorn shot?" "In his own office?" "Tulkinghorn murdered?" "This is an outrage." "Tulkinghorn murdered, then none of us is safe." "Is there a policeman in charge of the investigation?" "Yes" " Mr Bucket, sir." "Send Mr Bucket to me." "I intend to see to it that the ruffians who perpetrated this outrage against civilisation suffer the full majesty of the law." "Sorry, sir, no-one to go up without Inspector Bucket's say-so." "What's Inspector Bucket got to do with it?" "He's in charge of the investigation." "Investigation?" "Now, move along, sir." "You move along yourself!" "I've got urgent business with my solicitor." "And tell him it's Mr Smallweed!" "Constable!" "Let him come in." "I should think so." "Now make way!" "Oh, steady, steady, you're shaking me to splinters." "Ooh." "Ooh, my bones." "Set him down." "Ooh!" "And keep the rest of 'em out." "Now what is this?" "Oh, Lord!" "Oh, my eye." "He don't look well." "Nor would you if you'd been shot through the heart." "Mr Smallweed, right?" "Not had the pleasure before but I heard a deal about you." "I know who done this." "Oh, yes?" "Who, then?" "What's it worth?" "Three years hard labour for withholding evidence if you don't cough up, my friend." "Oh, I'm your friend, am I?" "Don't sound very friendly to me." "Come on." "Who's the murderer?" "Man called George." "Some call him Sergeant George." "He threatened to kill me not an hour ago." "Aimed his pistol right between my eyes." "I've heard him threaten to kill Mr Tulkinghorn scores of times." "Scores of times?" "In this very room, sir." "And you'd swear to that in court, would you?" "I would." "Circumstantial evidence, Mr Smallweed." "Not conclusive." "Interesting, though." "And what brought you here this morning?" "Oh, course." "The shock nearly drove it from my mind." "Mr Tulkinghorn's been holding some letters of mine." "I come to collect 'em." "Oh?" "And what letters were these?" "Private letters." "From a lady." "My property, though." "I'll just look 'em out and take 'em, shall I?" "No, you shan't, Mr Smallweed." "Constable!" "You can't do that." "I demand my property." "Take him away." "This is an outrage!" "I demand justice!" "Ooh, my bones!" "Have a care there, you brimstone beasts, or I'll have the law on you!" "We ARE the law, Mr Smallweed." "Caddy Jellyby's had her baby." "Caddy Turveydrop I should say now." "Oh, dear." "What is it?" "The baby is very poorly and Caddy is ill herself." "I think I should go to her." "By all means, if you think it'll do her good." "Well, she thinks so." "Then... let us all stay on in London." "I have some business I could be attending to." "PIANO PLAYS A DANCE" "Oh, Miss Summerson." "I'm ever so glad you're here." "I've been very anxious about Caddy." "No need for anxiety, none at all." "My own personal physician, Mr Growler, is attending her." "Good day to you, ladies." "You are welcome." "BABY CRIES I've been treating them both with my black mixture four times a day." "Its powerful purgative action will soon see them both right." "Burns out the badness, do you see?" "Indeed, I have frequent recourse to it myself to keep out the winter cold." "Also very beneficial, you might be interested to know, for colic and gout." "And may be rubbed gently into the skin in cases of scabies and pustules." "Burns out the badness in every case." "I think perhaps... it would do me good if I could keep it down." "I don't think it can be right to treat the mother and baby with the same mixture." "Oh?" "And what do you think you know about the matter, Miss?" "Enough to say that your services are no longer required, Mr Growler." "Thank you for your attendance." "You may send in your bill." "Oh, I see, hoity-toity." "Well, I don't stay where I'm not wanted." "But I may say my black mixture has never been called into question before." "Good day to you." "Esther, are you sure?" "Quite sure." "I'm going to send for Mr Woodcourt." "Mr Bucket," "I want you to understand the importance of this inquiry." "Murder is always important, Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet." "Sir Leicester will do perfectly well, Bucket." "Mr Tulkinghorn, you must understand, was a very true and loyal servant of this family." "As was his father before him." "I wish to offer a reward of 100 guineas to anyone who can provide information leading to the conviction of the blackguard who perpetrated this vile deed." "My wife, Lady Dedlock, has been greatly shaken by this." "Murder's a shaking thing, Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet." "Not sure a reward will be necessary though." "You mean you've identified the culprit already?" "We have a suspect." "Then for God's sake, arrest the man." "The thing is, we have to be sure we've got the right man." "The evidence so far is only circumstantial." "It may be him, it may not." "I suppose you have to consider every possibility." "Exactly, my lady." "But the man may escape, may leave the country." "Not this man, sir." "He won't do that." "Don't worry, sir." "Don't worry, my lady." "We've got our eye on him." "Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet." "Is she very bad?" "I shouldn't be too anxious." "She has a good constitution and the human body has a wonderful capacity to heal itself." "She's near the crisis now." "I did do right?" "To send that man away?" "Absolutely right." "Your friend was... lucky that you came when you did." "Miss Clare, this is a pleasant surprise." "I came to ask for directions to Mr Carstone's lodgings." "I am not sure... it is in Mr Carstone's interest to be distracted just at present." "I think I know him better than you do, Mr Vholes." "So will you direct me, please?" "With the greatest respect, Miss Clare, if he were to leave off now, it might bring about a reversal of his fortunes." "And of yours." "I haven't come to persuade him to leave you, Mr Vholes, though I wish he would leave you." "I've come to see him because I love him." "Now will you direct me?" "Nothing would give me greater pleasure." "Ada." "Richard, what a miserable place." "Not now you're here." "He might have a change of heart, guv'nor." "Mr Tulkinghorn?" "I don't think so." "No heart there at all." "And his friend Mr Smallweed." "Just a little ball of bitterness and spite." "I'm sorry, Phil." "I said I'd look after you and I haven't been able to." "Don't you worry about me, guv'nor." "Old soldiers never die, eh?" "Maybe you'll go back to the country?" "How would that be?" "I couldn't do it, Phil." "Turn up like a bad penny after all these years?" "No, I've still got a bit of pride left." "But what if you got it wrong all along?" "What if they was waiting for you and longing for you all this time?" "Not them." "I'm the black sheep of the family, I am." "Always was, always will be." "You know what?" "It's my birthday today." "Is it?" "I'm sorry, Phil, then I've ruined that as well." "Very good of you to invite me, sir, on such an auspicious occasion." "We think very highly of you here Mr Woodcourt." "Don't we, Esther?" "Indeed we do." "He saved Caddy's life." "If you please, sir, Mr Carstone." "Ah." "Rick, my boy, you are welcome." "Come, shake hands." "I'm very glad you're here." "Well, for Ada's birthday." "Woodcourt." "Well, shall we sit down?" "Esther?" "Happy birthday." "Happy birthday." "Very handsome of you, guv'nor." "Mmm, not a bad bit of pie this." "It's a good bit of pie, guv'nor." "We're not done for yet, eh?" "No, no." "Not by no means." "It's very good to be sitting down at table with you again, Rick." "I came because Ada particularly wanted me to, sir." "I wouldn't have come for any other reason." "Well, let's not dwell on our differences now." "I cannot help but dwell upon them, sir, when..." "No, I have to say it." "When you stand between me and my rightful claim..." "No, Richard. .." "To what is mine." "Not now." "Not tonight." "Please." "For my sake?" "For your sake then." "I humbly beg your pardon, sir." "Well..." "You're forgiven." "HE COUGHS" "You're right." "I'm truly sorry." "What should all this wretched business matter on Ada's birthday?" "Ada, I beg your pardon." "I beg everybody's pardon." "Do you ever feel, Woodcourt, as though you're lost in a fog and suddenly everything becomes clear?" "I wish I could see my way to making a living a little more clearly." "Perhaps I could be of some help to you." "Could I perhaps secure you a post in the north country where you nearly went before?" "Or overseas, indeed?" "I begin to think that you want to see the back of me, Mr Jarndyce." "Oh, no, no, not at all." "But things seem to be more difficult for you in London." "They are, sir, but I'm not ready to leave yet." "There's far too much to keep me here." "Well, here's to Ada." "21 years old today." "ALL:" "To Ada." "Now you're 21, you can do whatever you want." "I can, can't I?" "And I shall." "How did you think Richard looked?" "I think he's grown thinner." "He ate almost nothing, Ada." "I do love him so, Esther." "I love him, too." "But not in the same way, I think." "Hmm." "Mr Woodcourt looked very well this evening." "Yes." "And he thought you looked very well, too." "I believe he barely took his eyes off you." "Oh, don't talk nonsense, Ada." "You like him too, don't you?" "I admire him as a doctor." "And I like him very much as a friend." "And I hope he thinks of me as a friend and that's all." "How can you be so blind, Esther?" "Anyone can see he's in love with you." "Stop that, I don't want to hear it." "Why not?" "Perhaps you should know... .that Mr Jarndyce and I are engaged to be married." "I don't believe you." "How long have you been engaged to him?" "Quite a while now." "And you never told me?" "You kept it a secret." "Esther, how could you?" "I'm sorry." "He wanted us to be absolutely sure it wasn't a mistake before we told anybody." "And are you?" "Yes." "Quite sure." "PHIL:" "Present arms!" "At the ready." "In your own time, advance!" "Go, guv'nor." "Give it some." "My word." "Steady on, George." "What's all this?" "Bit of entertainment, like." "Phil, it's his birthday." "Oh, I see, savage amusements." "Is that a bottle of wine?" "I believe it is." "Will you take a glass, Mr Bucket?" "I will, George." "Thank you kindly." "I was just coming down the street, you know, and I thought, there's George's place, I wonder how he's getting on?" "Pretty bad, Mr Bucket, and that's a fact." "We're broken, and that's the long and short of it." "No, not a fine, strong fellow like you." "Never." "I won't hear of it." "Not bad wine, this." "Not as good as Mr Tulkinghorn's, but the company's better here." "Here's to you." "Happy birthday and may you have many more." "Thank you, sir." "And now to a less pleasant matter." "Friendship is friendship, but duty is duty." "I never want the two to clash if I can help it." "So I hope you won't think any the worse of me, George." "Why should I?" "Because I'm taking you into custody and I hope you'll go quietly." "Taking me into custody?" "What for?" "I'm arresting you for the murder of Mr Tulkinghorn of Lincoln's Inn Fields." "I have to tell you, George, things look bad for you." "You were seen that night lurking about Tulkinghorn's place." "True enough, I was there." "I can't deny it." "Is that all, George?" "Come on, you can do better than that." "What good will it do me?" "You've made your mind up, I can see that." "Let's hear your story all the same." "Well..." "I went there and I took my pistol with me." "I didn't know what I should do, and that's the truth." "I hated that man." "I climbed the steps up to his office, but when I got there I couldn't go in." "I've killed men often enough in the heat of battle but..." "I couldn't shoot a man in cold blood." "So I come away." "That is the truth and you can believe it or not." "Maybe I do, George, and maybe I don't." "Did you see anyone else while you was there?" "I bumped into a man in the dark as I was going in." "Tulkinghorn's clerk, it might have been." "Frightened the wits out of him." "Anyone else?" "Come on, there was someone else, wasn't there?" "I never saw her face." "Ah, a woman." "On the stairs." "As I was going down, she was coming up." "She had a black-fringed shawl held over her face." "Well, now, a woman." "A woman with a black-fringed shawl." "BELL TOLLS" "Well, well, well." "What's she doing here?" "Oi!" "Missy!" "Mademoiselle!" "Hold on there, Missy, just a word!" "All right, Missy." "Later'll do as well as sooner." "This is a wretched business, George." "How are they treating you?" "Very well, sir." "At all events, it's no worse here than Army life." "Except that they're gonna hang me for something I didn't do." "Although I can't deny I've wished him dead, more than once." "Have you spoken to a lawyer?" "No, sir." "I don't take kindly to the breed and I'd rather have nothing to do with them." "But you must be properly defended." "Let me engage a barrister for you." "I'll gladly meet the cost of it." "I'm innocent, Mr Jarndyce." "That's my defence." "I'm grateful to you all for your concern, but no lawyers for me." "Of course he's innocent." "No-one who knew him could doubt that." "But he was at the scene of the crime." "He was armed." "He made threats against the dead man." "If he simply declares his innocence in court, I'm afraid the jury will convict him and he'll hang." "We must get him to change his mind." "I have an idea." "Mr Squod, you know him better than anybody." "Could you not persuade him to defend himself?" "Me, Miss?" "I'm not a persuading sort of a man." "And the guv'nor's not the sort of a man to be persuaded." "I'd like to help but I don't see how I can." "Is there anybody else who could talk to him?" "Does he have any relations?" "Anyone else who cares for him?" "Ah, that's the question." "The answer is, yes, he does." "But it's a secret and I promised never to speak of it." "His life may depend upon it, Mr Squod." "He has a mother... he hasn't seen since he was a young man when he ran away to join the Army." "He was his mother's favourite, I believe." "Must have broke her heart when he ran away." "What I reckon is, if she was to come to him, if she was to forgive him, like, she could get him to change his mind." "But do you know her name?" "Or how she could be found?" "Yes, I do." "Her name's Mrs Rouncewell." "She lives in Lincolnshire." "She works as a housekeeper in a place called Chesney Wold." "This just come, sir." "Give it here." "Who gave you this?" "Just some little guttersnipe, sir." "Said, "It's for Mr Bucket" and run off." "All right, Constable." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd 2005 for BBC Converted by reirei for the forom" "Did you require something, sir?" "You remember the night of the murder?" "You told me you saw a man you thought was Sergeant George?" "Yes, sir." "See anyone else?" "Like a woman?" "A woman with a black-fringed shawl, by any chance?" "No, sir, I didn't see anybody else." "Ah." "That's a shame." "But it was dark, sir." "I only saw the Sergeant cos he just about knocked into me." "But, begging your pardon, sir, I understood you'd made an arrest." "I have." "I've arrested George." "Sometimes you have to do something and be seen to do something." "And sometimes, just doing something for the sake of doing something, will make something else happen." "Very good, sir." "May I ask, Inspector, if you will be needing to use Mr Tulkinghorn's office for very much longer?" "Not much longer, my good friend." "I think things are just boiling up nicely." "I've brought someone to see you, George." "Mother?" "George." "George." "Why did you wait so long?" "I don't..." "How have you come here, Mother?" "Your friends sent to me." "Did you think I wouldn't come running?" "Oh, George." "George." "My dear boy." "I never meant to bring shame on you, Mother." "Nor have you, George." "I never did it, Mother." "Mr Tulkinghorn, I never did it." "Course you didn't." "And no-one who knew you would ever think you could." "We'll soon have you out of here." "But why didn't you come to see me all these years?" "We never cared what you'd done with yourself." "I just wanted to see you, George." "Well, here I am, Mother." "In jail." "Arrested for murder, and likely to be hanged." "Not the best of circumstances." "I'm very sorry it had to be like this." "Oh, don't talk nonsense, boy." "Mr Jarndyce says there's no good evidence against you." "All you need is a good lawyer, and you'll be free in no time." "I won't have a lawyer, Mother." "Yes, you will." "You'll have the best lawyer in London." "Your brother Robert will pay the bills and be glad to do it." "Does he know about this?" "No, how could he?" "I came straight here with Mr Jarndyce." "I don't want him to know about this." "And I don't want his help." "Why ever not, George?" "HE SIGHS HEAVILY" "Because we had harsh words when I left." "And he's a man of wealth now, and I never amounted to much." "And now I'm about as low as a man can be." "I'd be ashamed to meet him, Mother." "I'll accept a lawyer, if I must, but not paid for by him." "Oh, George." "You're just as silly as you ever were." "FOOTSTEPS APPROACH" "All done, all done." "This was a good day's work." "You found Mrs Rouncewell?" "I found her, she came." "Mother and son reunited, tears of joy and so on." "And George has agreed to a lawyer representing him." "Do you think Sergeant George will be freed now?" "I think there's a very good chance of it." "I don't think Inspector Bucket believed he was guilty." "Then I'm happy for Sergeant George." "Hmm." "Of course I am." "Well, he's a good man." "One of the best of men." "What is it, Esther?" "Nothing, nothing." "Come on, my dear." "I know you better than that." "I can't help thinking, who will Inspector Bucket arrest now?" "Well, the guilty party, one would hope." "My mother believed that Mr Tulkinghorn was her enemy." "That he held her in his power because of a secret he had discovered from her past." "Because of me." "Well?" "What follows?" "I think she felt relieved when Mr Tulkinghorn was no longer there to torment her." "Esther." "Esther, you can't think..." "No." "No, no." "But others might think it." "Inspector Bucket might think it." "Come, come." "You know and I know that your mother is utterly incapable of such a thing." "Yes." "Of course, you're right." "I must get along or I'll be late." "I promised I'd visit Caddy this morning." "Esther, there really is no need to worry." "If ever there was a woman above suspicion, it's Lady Dedlock." "And the name, madam?" "You know very well who I am, Mr Mercury." "Mrs Rouncewell." "My Lady's housekeeper at Chesney Wold." "And I am here to see my mistress on a matter of private business." "I'll just see if she's at home." "Wait here, please." "Her Ladyship will see you now, if you'd care to come up." "Seems very strange to see you in London, Mrs Rouncewell." "What can I do for you?" "If you please, m'lady," "I don't know whether you have heard." "My son is in prison." "Arrested for murder." "Your son?" "!" "Arrested for murder?" "Not the son you have met, m'lady." "His brother, George, who left home very young to join the Army." "He is wrongly accused." "I didn't know who else to turn to." "And who is your son supposed to have murdered?" "Mr Tulkinghorn." "I see." "And what had your soldier son to do with Mr Tulkinghorn?" "There was a debt." "But there was a dispute about it, and a boy died at my son's place." "And George held Mr Tulkinghorn to blame for it." "What boy?" "A poor crossing-sweeper boy that they called Jo." "I don't know the ins and outs of it, but George was very angry with Mr Tulkinghorn about it and people knew that." "Forgive me, Mrs Rouncewell." "But it sounds as if the police had good reason to arrest your son." "But he's innocent, m'lady!" "I know him." "He'd never do a thing like that." "Many a mother has said that before, Mrs Rouncewell." "Lady Dedlock, before I left Chesney Wold," "I received a letter." "I don't know who wrote it, and it made no sense to me at all because when it came," "I'd never heard of any murder." "But now I think perhaps you do know something, m'lady." "And that you might be able to help my son." "Do you wish for me to read this?" "Not in my presence, m'lady, please." "And please believe I don't give it any credit." "But if there is anything that you know or anyone you suspect, I beg you to consider it and think of my son." "Thank you, m'lady." "Mother and child both doing very well, I'm happy to say." "Thank you, Mr Woodcourt." "Thanks indeed, noble practitioner of the Hippocratic art." "What wonders you have worked here." "How I wish we could reward you in accordance with your deserts." "But we are poor folk, Mr Woodcourt, poor wretched creatures." "All our money goes on finery for him, the old fraud." "I could...cook him!" "I can tell you're feeling better, Caddy." "I'll see you get paid, Mr Woodcourt." "Somehow." "No need to think about that now." "But you do need to think about money, don't you?" "There's no need to be anxious about me." "I'm not exactly starving, you know." "You could do with a new coat, I think." "It's a good thing I'm not vain about my appearance, or I'd be mortified." "I'd be glad to mend it for you." "I'm very good with a needle, though I say it myself." "Would you?" "I think that would mean more to me than a new coat." "Have you seen much of Richard lately, Mr Woodcourt?" "I haven't seen him for a few days." "What with Mrs Turveydrop and my other patients." "Why, are you worried about him?" "I'm sure Ada has heard from him, but she says not." "It's not like her to keep anything from me." "I'm afraid she may be hiding some bad news." "I'll go and look him up in his lodgings this evening." "A glass of wine does raise the spirits, don't you find?" "Why d'you look at me like that?" "You think I'm a poor sort of fellow, don't you?" "Not a bit of it." "In one way I envy you very much." "Really?" "Why's that?" "You have the love of a very dear girl." "Lord, you're not in love with her yourself, are you?" "No." "No." "Oh, yes, of course." "Esther." "HE COUGHS" "Esther." "Do you think I have a chance with her?" "I think she likes you very much." "She's a strange little creature in some ways." "Takes her housekeeping duties very seriously and so on." "She's very attached to Jarndyce, too, I must admit." "Still, not even a fellow like that would keep a girl cooped up for the rest of her life just to sort out his linen cupboards." "Well, well." "Esther." "Good for you, Woodcourt." "If you like her, you should ask her." "I intend to." "Morning, Miss Esther." "Good morning, Harriet." "I was just coming down, Esther." "Have you heard from Richard?" "No." "Not for a while." "Shall we go down, then?" "Yes." "Yes." "Ada, I should like to go and visit Richard and see how he's getting on." "Oh?" "Why that, now?" "Well, I had a note from Mr Woodcourt, who's a little concerned about his health." "Oh, well I should go, not you." "Go together." "Give him my best love." "That suit you, Ada?" "Yes." "Very well." "There's a letter for you, sir." "Addressed to you here, sir, care of Sir Leicester Dedlock." "Oh yes?" "Give it here." "Hmm." "That's old news, that is." "Got a pinch of snuff for me, Mr Mercury?" "Thank ye kindly." "I'll do the same by you one day." "Well, take a pinch yourself." "We're all friends here." "Don't mind if I do." "Fine ladies and gentlemen are all very well, but I prefer below stairs on the whole." "Recalling the night of the murder, did Lady Dedlock go out at all that night, do you remember?" "Yes, she did." "Yes, I thought she did." "On her own, was she?" "Yes." "M'lady likes a little walk at night." "Quite on her own." "Fresh night air, she says." "Yes, that's all in order." "But that night, that particular night... .I'll just take another pinch of this very fine snuff of yours, Mr Mercury." "That particular night, can you recall what she was wearing?" "No, sir." "No, sir?" "Can't recall?" "Might she have gone out with a black-fringed shawl, by any chance?" "Hand on my heart, Mr Bucket, I can't be sure." "M'lady often goes out." "M'lady has such a lot of clothes." "I can't be sure." "I'm sorry, Mr Bucket." "Don't torment yourself, Mr Mercury." "You've been very helpful." "A fount of wisdom." "Just a tiny pinch more." "Now where we seen hand like that?" "Well, well, well." "I've got a little errand for you, Mr Clamb." "Have you, Mr Bucket?" "You remember that French maid who was brought here one time?" "Miss Hortense?" "That's the one." "I want her brought here, Clamb." "Had you not better get one of your policemen to bring her here, sir?" "No, Mr Clamb." "That wouldn't strike the young lady as a friendly thing to do." "You just go and tell her a gentleman wants to see her in Mr Tulkinghorn's office, and it will be to her advantage to accompany you there." "As a favour to me, Mr Clamb." "Quickly, past Vholes's office." "I detest that man." "Here, this is the house." "You seem to know your way very well." "Do I?" "Ada, my love." "COUGHING:" "Esther." "Richard, what is it?" "Nothing, nothing." "Frog in my throat." "Is this a healthy place to live, do you think?" "It's near the law courts and it's near Vholes." "Perhaps a change from both would be good for your health." "No." "We're doing very well at present." "We really are spinning along." "Ask Vholes." "He's giving them no rest." "We shall rouse up that nest of sleepers, mark my words." "Come and sit down, my love." "I can't pretend with her, you see." "I fluctuate a little, that's the truth." "Sometimes I hope, and sometimes I..." "Well, not despair exactly, but pretty close." "It's all such weary, weary work." "Esther, I'm not going back with you to Bleak House." "But where will you sleep, Ada?" "With my husband." "We were married as soon as I came of age." "Sorry I kept it a secret from you." "But you kept a secret from me." "Don't be angry with us." "HE COUGHS" "So, YOU bring me 'ere." "What d'you want?" "Not the first time we've been together in this room, my dear." "So what?" "I saw you at the funeral." "I never realised you were such an admirer of our deceased friend." "It is no crime to attend a funeral." "No, but someone's been writing letters, my dear." "Oh, yes?" ""Lady Dedlock, murderess." And what of it?" "Look at this." "You remember, you wrote your address for me?" "Now look at the note." "Same handwriting, would you agree?" "Oh, the great detective(!" ")" "So pleased with himself." "Yes, I wrote the letters because you so clearly get everything wrong." "I know it was Lady Dedlock who killed that man." "Oh, you do, do you?" "How's that, then?" "I saw her that night." "I followed her 'ere." "Excellent." "I wonder now, did you notice what she was wearing?" "She wore a black dress." "And she covered her face with a black-fringed shawl." "Black-fringed shawl." "I wonder now, if you was to go to her house, could you find that shawl for me?" "Of course." "I know where all her clothes are kept." "I was her maid, stupid man!" "All right, all right." "Now listen to me." "This is my plan..." "Here we are, my dear." "My friend should be waiting." "HE KNOCKS ON DOOR" "All right, Mr Mercury?" "This is for you." "You still here?" "!" "As you see, some of us know how to hold our tongues." "Come on." "A bientot, mademoiselle." "Steady, you mad beasts!" "I'm not a sack of potatoes!" "Ow!" "I'll dock you tuppence for that." "Now down gently." "Judy, shake me up." "Mr Clamb, good evening." "If you're looking for Mr Bucket, he's not here." "I'm not looking for him." "I'm looking for you." "And I've found you, ain't I?" "What can I do for you, Mr Smallweed?" "Private business." "Out, the lot of you!" "You too, Judy." "I'll call you when I need ya." "You've got some letters of mine here, Mr Clamb." "Of great personal and sentimental value." "Mr Tulkinghorn was gonna pay me a lot of money for 'em, and now I'm out of pocket." "So I want 'em back!" "Mr Smallweed, this office is full of letters." "How am I to know which ones you mean?" "They're tied up with pink ribbon, and addressed to a Captain Hawdon." "As I recall, Mr Smallweed, Mr Tulkinghorn paid you for those letters." "In fact, I think I could lay my hand on the receipt." "Well, what use are they to him?" "Or you?" "Or his estate now?" "I know how to make money out of 'em and you don't." "Well, it's a pity you don't own 'em, then." "Ain't it, Mr Smallweed?" "All right!" "All right." "I'll go shares with ya." "Oh, I don't know, Mr Smallweed." "I think that would be wrong." "Well, who's to know?" "Come on, Mr Clamb." "Who's gonna pay your wages now?" "I'm offering you a partnership." "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." "Bucket...?" "Bucket!" "I thought that disagreeable business was all done with." "Perhaps he has come to claim the reward, my dear." "Rather presumptuous." "One would have thought that he would at least wait until the fellow was convicted and hanged." "Mr Bucket." "Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet." "My Lady Dedlock." "Mr Bucket, how goes the world with you?" "Tolerably well, sir." "Tolerably well." "Was there something you wanted, Mr Bucket?" "Yes, sir, there was." "A few questions I'd like to put to Her Ladyship." "The devil you would!" "?" "I have no objection." "Let him ask his questions." "Perhaps your ladyship would be more comfortable if I put them to you in private?" "No." "Whatever you have to say to me, you may say in front of my husband." "Very good, my lady." "Won't take long." "Did you go out on the night of the murder?" "Mr Mercury tells me..." "Yes." "I did, I believe." "I do sometimes feel the need to take the air before retiring." "Nothing wrong with that." "Where did you go?" "I really cannot recall, Mr Bucket." "The purpose of the walk was to take the air, not to go anywhere in particular." "Just so, of course." "Can you recollect what you was wearing, my lady?" "What an extraordinary question." "No, I cannot." "Quite a chilly night, as I recall." "Would you have had a black-fringed shawl with you, by any chance?" "I do not believe I possess any such garment." "You see, the thing is, a lady, or shall we say a woman, was seen in the vicinity of Mr Tulkinghorn's that night, wearing just such a shawl, held over her face." "That is very interesting, Mr Bucket, but as I say, I do not believe I possess any such thing." "Very good." "With your permission, Sir Leicester?" "What is that woman doing here?" "Leave my house or I shall have you ejected." "You have no business here!" "Stay where you are." "I say Mademoiselle Hortense has business here." "Law business." "And NO-ONE is above the law." "Not even Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet." "Find it?" "Yes." "Show it." "Where d'you find it?" "In my lady's closet." "You let that creature..." "Steady, Sir Leicester." "And Mercury was with me when I found it." "Give it here." "D'you recognise this shawl, my lady?" "Yes, I do recognise it now." "Very good." "Memory can play funny tricks." "Now, I wonder if you can remember any more about that night?" "Perhaps if I tell you that Sergeant George, the fellow we've got locked up, says he saw a woman with a black-fringed shawl on the stairs leading up to Mr Tulkinghorn's office." "This is not the only black-fringed shawl in London, I believe." "And, as I say, I cannot remember wearing it." "Perhaps if I say this young lady says she followed you that night?" "You see?" "Now you must tell the truth." "Be quiet, mademoiselle, please." "Lady Dedlock?" "I did walk as far as Mr Tulkinghorn's office that night." "I had remembered something I wanted to say to him." "Ah!" "Very good." "You were taking the air, you remembered you had something to say to Mr Tulkinghorn." "You thought you might as well pop up and have a word with him right away." "Did you have that word with him, my lady?" "No, I did not." "I knocked on the door but I received no reply." "I came away." "Liar!" "I believe I passed someone on the stairs." "That would have been Mr George." "And that clears up the last point that's been puzzling me." "With your permission again, Sir Leicester?" "Now, Constable, you can arrest this lady for the murder of Mr Tulkinghorn." "No." "No!" "You fool!" "Her!" "Her!" "Hortense Jaboulet." "You are arrested for the murder of Mr Josiah Tulkinghorn of Lincoln's Inn Fields." "Take her away." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd 2005 for BBC Converted by reirei for the forom" "Non!" "Laissez-moi, cochon!" "Constable, can't you hold this woman still?" "You stupid man." "Why do you do this?" "Why should you think I killed that man?" "Just calm yourself a bit, Miss, and I'll tell you." "You see, I never thought George had the murdering look about him, but I always thought you had." "And then there was the murder weapon." "Anything to say about that?" "Non." "No, because after we'd had our little chat, the very next day you took a trip to the country and dropped a pistol into a pond." "And my man, who'd been following you since the night before, got very wet fishing it out." "So, there we are, Miss." "All over, bar the springing of the trap." "You!" "I wish I could send you straight to hell!" "I'm sure you do, my dear." "Unpleasant, distasteful, coarse fellow." "What is it, my dear?" "Hmm?" "Don't much care for that fellow, Bucket, questioning you as if..." "Well, as if you were a common criminal." "Well, I suppose he has his work to do." "I don't care for the way he goes about it." "Making free with one's house." "Making a show of everything, like a conjuror at a music hall." "Don't care for the man." "Well, it's over now." "No harm done." "You take it very well, my dear." "What was it that you were going to see Tulkinghorn about that night?" "Do you know, I cannot remember." "I suppose it must have seemed important at the time, but I really cannot recall it now." "Poor Tulkinghorn, what an end - to be shot through the heart by a domestic servant." "Doesn't bear thinking about." "There we are George, me old friend." "A free man, I said, and free you are." "And here's your friends to greet you." "Oh, George." "George." "Hello, Mother." "Steady on." "All right, guv'nor?" "Well, I'm a free man, for what good it'll do me." "I've not a penny to me name and nowhere to lay me head." "But we'll get by, Phil." "We'll stick together like we always do." "We'll find something." "You don't have to." "Now, mother." "No, listen to me George." "You don't have to, because you're coming home with me to Chesney Wold." "I had a little word with Sir Leicester." ""No-one knows horses like my George", I told him." ""Well," he said, "He can come and help look after mine."" "I'm coming too, guv'nor." "His Lordship give the word." "There we are then." "I expect you'd be wanting to thank me, George." "Thank you?" "For what?" "If I hadn't wrongfully arrested you, none of this would have happened." "You'd never have seen your ma again, and you'd have still been swimming over your head in debt and misery." "Oh, George, no!" "Let him go this minute." "Beg your pardon, Mr Bucket." "No hard feelings, George." "All in a day's work." "Come on then, George, before you get in any more trouble." "Mr Bucket?" "Lady to see you." "All right, Constable." "Er, Lady Dedlock?" "This is an unexpected pleasure, my lady." "Take a seat, why don't you?" "Can I rely on your discretion?" "I think so, Lady Dedlock." "What am I required to be discreet about?" "I told you that I was going to see Mr Tulkinghorn on the night of his death." "You did." "Will I be called as a witness at the trial of Hortense Jaboulet?" "It's possible, my lady." "I should be grateful... .very grateful, if my name could be kept out of the case." "Yes, I dare say, my lady." "I do not ask this for my own sake." "Is that a fact?" "My husband..." "Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet." ".is not in good health." "If the family name were dragged into the public prints, the shock might be too great for him." "Things might come out that were better kept quiet." "Things that are nothing to do with the case." "Hmm?" "That is possible." "I agree with you." "The evidence against Mademoiselle Jaboulet is solid as a rock." "She's confessed to it." "She's proud of it." "All because he said he'd help her to a position and then changed his mind." "Bang." "We don't want to confuse the jury, do we?" "No, inspector." "Whatever Mr Tulkinghorn may have known, or not, he's taken it with him to the grave." "Rubbish!" "Rubbish." "Rubbish!" "Rubbish!" "What you looking so pleased about, you Beelzebub beast?" "I've half a mind to skin you and roast you!" "CAT HISSES Huh!" "DOOR BELL RINGS What's that?" "!" "Judy, shake me up." "Shop's shut!" "Whoever you are, we don't want your custom!" "Get out of it!" "Sling your hook!" "Last warning." "It's only me, Mr Smallweed." "Didn't you hear what I said?" "Get out!" "Sling your hook before I pepper you." "That's not very friendly, Mr Smallweed." "You see, I've been thinking about the advice you gave me." "About what's going to happen to me now and all that." "Do you think I care what happens to you, Clamb?" "I'm not the District Provident Society." "I'm a man of business!" "Yes, I understand that, Mr Smallweed." "Business is what I've come about." "50-50?" "Ah!" "Sorry to be back so late." "Were you anxious?" "No, not anxious." "But I missed you, Esther." "And where's Ada?" "Still in London." "But where's she staying?" "Sit down." "She's staying with Richard, in his lodgings." "They are married." "They have been married for weeks and she never told me about it till now." "So...they're married?" "I always thought it would come, but it's come a little sooner than I thought." "Is that all you can say about it?" "Are you not angry with them?" "No." "If they are happy, I'm happy." "Of course I shall miss Ada, as I missed Rick these long months." "They live in that damp, poky little place!" "And Richard looking so ill and wasted." "Well, they're together." "I expect that matters more to them than anything." "And we are together, too." "Yes." "Well, well, our little household's thinning fast." "Things haven't turned out quite as I imagined they would when you first came here." "No, I don't suppose things ever do turn out quite as we imagine them." "But I hope you think they have not turned out... too badly?" "No." "No, of course not." "Carstone, are you there?" "I see you are engaged." "What is your business, Mr Woodcourt?" "No business." "I thought we might take a walk together, Carstone." "As you can see..." "As you observed, Mr Woodcourt, Mr Carstone is engaged at present." "Perhaps another time." "Yes, right." "Very well." "He looked wretched, but quite set on staying where he was." "And Mr Skimpole was there?" "Oh, yes, large as life." "Making himself very much at home." "I don't like that man." "Nor do I. I never did." "But Mr Jarndyce has always had a soft spot for him." "He's coming here this evening." "You remember Jo, the crossing-sweeper boy?" "Of course." "When I found Jo in the street half-dead, he told me you looked after him at Bleak House when he had the fever." "Yes, but he ran away." "No, he was taken." "And Inspector Bucket told me it was Skimpole who gave him away, for money, of course, and because he was afraid of catching the infection himself." "Tulkinghorn wanted the boy moved on, and Skimpole was all too happy to help." "Not caring if the boy lived or died." "I think I shall speak to Mr Skimpole about this." "DOOR BELL RINGS Out!" "Out!" "Closed for business." "Hello, Mr Smallweed." "Urgh!" "Kenge and Carboys." "Mr Guppy, the ladies' man." "Well, I know what you're after." "Do you, Mr Smallweed?" "I do." "These." "Well, yes, Mr Smallweed." "As a matter of fact, my client is still interested in acquiring the letters." "She was good enough to tell me so only yesterday." "Well, she can't have 'em!" "So there!" "HE LAUGHS" "That's very short-sighted of you Mr Smallweed, if I may say so." "My client is a person of considerable means." "So's mine!" "With knobs on!" "Ha!" "That's jiggered you." "Well, who is it then, eh?" "Use your noddle, Mr Ladies' Man." "Never mind the wife, I'm selling to the husband," "Sir Leicester Dedlock, Bart." "How's that for the highest bidder?" "And nothing for Guppy of Kenge and Carboys." "Now, go on, sling your hook." "Out!" "Out!" "Out!" "DOORBELL RINGS" "HE BANGS ON THE DOOR" "HE BANGS ON THE DOOR All right, all right." "Mr Guppy to see Lady Dedlock, matter of extreme urgency." "Well, you can't." "She isn't here." "Sir Leicester and Lady Dedlock have gone down to Chesney Wold." "Right." "Ah, Miss Summerson." "Delightful." "And looking as lovely as ever." "And busy about all your little tasks, I have no doubt." "Is Mr Jarndyce not at home?" "He will be here in a little while." "Then we shall just have to amuse each other until he comes." "Ah, perhaps I might help myself?" "Why not?" "You always do." "What keen observation." "Indeed, here is the world and its delights, and here is Harold Skimpole to partake of them." "Will you join me?" "Mr Skimpole, I want to talk to you about Richard Carstone." "Dear Rick." "Ada is very anxious about him." "She thinks your visits do him no good and I agree with her." "I want you to promise to leave him alone." "My dear Miss Summerson, far be it for me to go anywhere where I am not wanted." "Richard is ill and he is poor." "He is penniless." "There is no more to be got from him." "You and Mr Vholes have had it all." "I am bewildered, Miss Summerson." "If my friends choose to lend me money, what am I to do?" "You seem to forget what a child I am." "Yes, I do know what sort of a child you are." "When that poor boy Jo was lying ill and near to death, you took a bribe." "How much was it, five pounds, to betray his whereabouts?" "Can you deny it?" "A bribe, Miss Summerson?" "I don't even understand the meaning of the word." "Oh yes, I think you do." "And what would Mr Jarndyce say if I told him how you betrayed his trust?" "Betrayed his..." "Betrayed his trust?" "No." "No, you've lost me there." "These are matters that Harold Skimpole cannot possibly understand." "But I do sense a certain something in the atmosphere." "And do you know, I think I might take my leave now." "Do give my apologies to my dear friend, Jarndyce." "Perhaps might not be seeing so much of each other in the future." "And to my dear friend Richard and his lovely wife." "And coming to your excellent self, Miss Summerson..." "No need to pretend, Mr Skimpole." "Goodbye." "Skimpole." "Sorry to be late." "Just going, in fact." "Oh!" "Events." "Events." "People and so on." "Huh." "Goodbye." "Odd." "He's an odd man." "Mr Guppy, my lady." "Mr Guppy, you are all wet." "Er, yes, my lady." "A thousand apologies." "I tried to get a cab at the station, no luck." "Walked all the way, ran part of it." "Calm yourself, Mr Guppy." "Have you brought the letters?" "I beg Your Ladyship's pardon, but no," "I have not." "Were they destroyed?" "Smallweed's got 'em." "Who is Smallweed?" "He's a man, my lady." "I believe he's coming here to make mischief with 'em." "I see." "I thought you ought to know." "He don't stop at nothing, Smallweed don't." "I came as quick as I could to tell you, my lady." "I'm sorry I could not be of more service." "Thank you, Mr Guppy." "Wait there one moment." "Fortnum!" "Fortnum!" "There is a man named Smallweed." "He is not to be admitted under any circumstances." "Is that understood?" "I'm very sorry, my lady," "I've just shown him into the library." "Well, Mr Smallweed." "What can I do for you?" "That's very civil of you, sir." "Very civil." "That's a gentleman, that is." "Shake me up a bit!" "That's enough, you poll parrot." "Mr Smallweed..." "You don't know me, sir, but I was a client and a good friend of Mr Tulkinghorn, deceased." "I was useful to him and he was useful to me." "Now, I come into some letters that belonged to a man who went by the name of Nemo, a law-writer." "These letters was from his sweetheart, his little lovey-dovey, and very tender they was, too." "Mr Smallweed, I don't understand how this concerns me." "What if I was to tell you that his little lovey-dovey signed herself Honoria Barbary?" "What?" "Ain't such a common name, now, is it?" "Ah, concerns you now, don't it?" "Honoria Barbary as was." "Lady Honoria Dedlock as is." "And her sweetheart, Nemo, real name Captain Hawdon." "And the child she had by him that he never set eyes on." "This is the most preposterous nonsense." "I'll hear no more." "Fortnum!" "Fortnum!" "Wait a bit!" "Wait till you see the writing." "'Ere, have a look at this." "Take 'em over to him, Judy." "Show him 'em." "Don't let him touch 'em!" "How about that then, Sir Leicester Dedlock?" "You ever seen a hand like that before?" "Sir?" "No." "No, no." "Go away." "What do you want?" "£500!" "I had thought of selling 'em on the market to the highest bidder, but I thought you'd like to keep it private." "Well, do you want 'em or not?" "!" "I've come a long way today, and my bones have been all shook up." "£500, yes or no?" "For your lady's honour, and your family's honour." "Mr Tulkinghorn, he was very keen on that and I bet you are too, eh?" "So, what do you say?" "Very well, Mr Smallweed." "What did I tell you, Judy?" "A true copper-bottomed gent." "Let's shake hands on it." "Steady!" "Mrs Rouncewell, are you there?" "Mrs Rouncewell, would you have the goodness to ask my lady to come down to the library?" "My lady has gone out, sir." "Gone out?" "Yes, sir." "If you please, sir, she left this for you." ""You know my secret now." ""And, of course, our life together is over." ""I will encumber you no more." ""I hope you will be able to forget the unworthy woman" ""on whom you have wasted a most generous devotion," ""and who writes this last adieu."" "HE COUGHS" "Oh!" "SIR LEICESTER MUMBLES DELIRIOUSLY" "Please, sir, don't tire yourself." "I came as quick as I could." "She's gone then?" "Give him the slate." "Maybe he can write a bit." "I'll do me best, sir." "Left your clothes behind, and your jewels." "Did you take any money?" "Hello, what's this?" ""Esther."" "He's fretting something terrible." "Tell him Bucket's on the case, and no time to be lost." "My guess is she's gone south." "But where?" "That I don't know, but I do know where to start." "Miss Summerson, you'll excuse me being direct." "This is a matter of life and death and time is short." "The fact is, I know that you are Lady Dedlock's daughter." "How?" "Let's just say I've known for some time." "How isn't important." "I'll need your help, Miss." "Lady Dedlock has gone missing, and I fear for her life." "Has she tried to see you, Miss?" "No notes?" "No messages?" "No, no." "Nothing at all." "I wouldn't have expected it." "The last time I spoke to her she said we would never be able to meet again." "She may do yet." "I believe her to be in a desperate state, Miss." "And people in desperate states often do go back on things they've said." "Well, I'll put the word out about her and search in the usual places." "What do you mean by "the usual places"?" "Tom All Alone's, Miss, to start with." "And then the river." "Desperate folk very often seem to find their way there." "The doctor will tell you that." "I want to come with you." "I wouldn't advise it, Miss." "She's my mother." "KNOCK ON DOOR" "Oh, my lady!" "What's the matter?" "Oh, look at the state of you." "I was hoping to see Esther Summerson." "I went to Bleak House, but it was all shut up." "I was hoping you could tell me where I might find her." "I think they're all in London, my lady." "But I don't know where." "London?" "Won't you stay a while and rest?" "Come and sit by the fire." "No." "No, thank you." "You're..." "You're very kind, but I must go on." "At least wait until your clothes are dried out." "My lady, stop!" "Looking for a lady." "A lady!" "Know what that is?" "Dark, about the size of this lady, here." "Has she been seen?" "Come on, wake up!" "Looking for a lady!" "All right, sir?" "La...?" "No, sir." "No news yet." "But Mr Bucket's on the trail, sir." "And there's none better at finding folk, whether they want to be found or not." "What is this place?" "This is where they bring the drowned of the river." "Man." "Woman, not her." "Man." "Can't hardly tell what this one is." "Too long dead for us, anyways." "Man." "Man." "Woman." "Not her." "Poor creature." "Well I'm stumped, I have to admit it." "We've covered all the hotels, the hostels, the sixpenny doss-houses even." "Nothing." "KNOCK AT THE DOOR" "Please, Miss, a boy brought this for you." "He wouldn't wait." "He ran off." "Thank you." "Whose writing is it?" "My mother's." ""I have wandered a long distance and I know that I must soon die." ""I have done all I could to be lost." ""I have nothing about me by which I may be recognised." ""Farewell, my dear one." ""The place where I shall lie down, if I can get so far," ""has been often in my mind." ""Forgive me."" "Why didn't I think of it?" "Come on!" "SOBBING" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd - 2005 for BBC Converted by reirei for the forom" "If she had only known," "George Rouncewell, how much I loved her." "And how little I cared about what the world would think of her." "Oh, my dear, so delighted!" "So glad to see you." "Are you going to visit our Jarndyce wards?" "Yes, I am." "Ooh, I must tell you." "I have made Mr Carstone my executor, to administrate my will." "I..." "I have reflected that if I should wear out, he could take over my judgement, being so very regular in his attendance." "I am sure he will be very honoured." "It was to have been Mr Gridley had that honour, but he wore out, poor man, and predeceased me." "But all of this is in confidence." "Not a word to anyone." "Another secret." "I've added to my collection of birds." "Really?" "Yes." "Two more." "Keep them caged up with the others." "D'you know what they're called?" "The wards in Jarndyce." "Oh." "Oh, oh, but they will be set free, you know - on the Day of Judgement." "They will fly free." "I must leave you now." "Goodbye." "Ada?" "Ada, are you upset?" "Is it Richard?" "He's so ill... and weak." "He hardly eats anything." "But he forces himself out every day, all day, to court." "He's there still and nothing comes of it." "And he has his heart set on it, Esther, on winning this wretched case." "He has his heart set on you, too, Ada." "I suppose so." "But I hoped that when we were married, it would be different, that it might change him." "That he would think more about us, our life together... .and the child he'll be father to." "You're going to have a baby?" "Oh, Ada." "Ada!" "This will bring him to his senses, if nothing else will." "Do you think so?" "I'm sure of it!" "To see his own child, to care for it and watch it grow." "Now I'm afraid." "Afraid of what?" "I can't say it." "It's too terrible." "I'm afraid he won't live to see his child." "Here we are." "Miss Summerson." "Mrs Carstone." "I met Richard outside the court and walked back with him." "Gave Vholes the slip for once." "He's a good fellow but... weary work when you've had a day of him." "What a lot of old rubbish, eh?" "Good to see you, Esther." "Sorry I'm not quite the thing." "Get so dreadfully tired these days." "Well, I won't tire you any more." "Don't go on my account." "I'll come again soon." "I'll walk with you, if I may." "It's consumption, and he hasn't the constitution to fight it any more." "He needs rest, a strengthening diet." "I've told him all this but it's hopeless." "He won't listen." "Poor Richard." "I have some news, news about myself that I wanted you to know." "Good news, I hope." "Yes, yes, I think so." "I hope so." "Shall we sit down for a moment?" "I don't know whether Mr Jarndyce has mentioned anything about it, but he has helped me to obtain a position, a salaried post in the north country." "It'll mean an end to all my money worries." "So, will you take it?" "I think I must." "Opportunities like this don't come twice." "I'm very happy for you." "Of course, you will be very much missed." "By you?" "Yes, of course by me." "And by others." "But I'm sure you know this." "Never mind about the others." "You say you will miss me?" "Yes, I shall, very much." "Then come with me." "As my wife!" "You must know that I've been in love with you almost since we first met." "Several times I've come so close to telling you, and I am sure you feel something for me, too." "No, Mr Woodcourt." "Please stop." "Allan." "Call me Allan, Esther." "I can't marry you, Allan." "I can't love you." "Except as a friend, a very good and dear friend." "Then I am completely mistaken about your feelings?" "Just stop, please." "It won't do." "Is this because of Mr Jarndyce?" "Yes." "It's taking gratitude too far, Esther." "He wouldn't want to keep you from marrying someone you love, however good a housekeeper you are." "Mr Jarndyce and I are engaged to be married." "Good God, you..." "You can't mean it." "I am very honoured by your proposal, but I never expected it." "I never thought you felt anything for me but pity." "I don't want you to feel honoured by my proposal." "I want you to marry me." "I want you to love me, as I love you." "I have told you," "I am not free to love you." "I can't listen to any more of this." "I'm going now." "Please don't follow me." "SOBBING COMES FROM WITHIN THE ROOM" "Rubbish." "Rubbish." "Rubbish..." "Give it a rest, Grandad!" "You done all right out of them old letters." "I did an' all." "Sold 'em twice over!" "Rich pickings, Judy." "Well, call it a day, then." "Let the rag and bone man have the rest." "That is not the spirit that made this country great, Judy!" "There's more here, I know it." "Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish." "Bodge up, you brimstone beast." "Let's see what you're sitting on." "Ding-dong!" "Hello!" "What's this?" ""Last Will and Testament."" "Jarndyce." "Guardian." "What is it, my dear?" "I have a confession to make." "A confession?" "Yes." "You proposed and I agreed that we should keep our engagement a secret." "Yes." "I have not been able to keep my promise." "I have told two people," "Ada... .and Mr Woodcourt." "I see." "There's no need for you to explain why, Esther, and..." "I forgive you." "Then..." "I think we should agree to get married very soon, if you still want to marry me, then it shall be a secret from no-one." "Are you sure, Esther?" "Quite sure." "Then... .shall we say in a month?" "In a month." "SMALLWEED CHUCKLES" ""I do declare this only to be my last will and testament."" "Signed John Jarndyce." "Evening, Mr Smallweed." "What you got there?" "Nothing." "Hand it over." "Oi!" "My property, Mr Bucket." "Hand it over, Mr Smallweed." "Shan't." "Shan't?" "You don't happen to know why they killed the pig?" "No." "On account of his having too much cheek." "Don't you get into the same position, because it ain't worthy of you." "Hand it over." "Now." "Well, well, well!" "You're looking very well, if I might say so, Miss Summerson." "Quite exquisite, if I might be so bold." "Kenge." "Oi, Guppy, what about me?" "I wasn't aware you had any interest in Jarndyce and Jarndyce, Mr Smallweed." "Well, I have, then." "That's better." "Judy, shake me up." "All right, Mr Kenge, we're all ready." "Mr Jarndyce, it would appear that this will is a good and true will of later date than any other so far produced in Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "It reduces your bequest considerably, while greatly advancing the prospects of Mr Richard Carstone and Miss Ada Clare." "Mrs Carstone." "Just so." "It is our opinion that this will resolves all the difficulties in Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "Richard and Ada will get their inheritance after all?" "As soon as next term begins." "What do you think?" "Will I do?" "The cuffs are a little frayed but no matter." "We won, Ada!" "We won!" "I was right after all, and they were all wrong, all the rest of them." "We shall be rich!" "But more than that, we shall have justice at last." "And then we shall be able to get on with our lives again." "Yes." "Yes!" "No more lawyers, no more courts." "We can move to the country, Ada." "We can watch our children grow up in green fields, breathing pure air instead of this... pestilential stench!" "Are you ready?" "Shall we go?" "Ready as I'll ever be." "I vowed never to set foot in court again." "But for Richard's sake, and Ada's, I must make an exception." "But it's a happy day, isn't it?" "I suppose so." "I find it hard to believe in any happiness coming from that place, in particular from that case." "But if you tell me it's a happy day, then of course I must believe you." "KNOCK ON DOOR" "If you please, sir, it's a gentleman and a lady." "Mr Guppy and Mrs Guppy." "Mr Guppy." "Mrs Guppy." "I..." "We were just on our way out." "My business will not take very long, sir, and it concerns Miss Summerson." "Then please say what you have to say." "Will you sit down, Mrs Guppy?" "Ooh." "I'm much obliged, I'm sure." "Now, Mother." "I had an idea that I should see Miss Summerson by herself." "I wasn't quite prepared for your esteemed presence, Mr Jarndyce." "But no matter." "All the better, perhaps, for you are, as I believe and understand, Miss Summerson's guardian." "I am." "Then, sir," "I'm pleased to inform you that I am out of my articles at Kenge and Carboys and admitted to the role of attorneys in my own right." "And I have taken a house in the locality of Walcot Square, in Lambeth." "In short, I am setting up on my own in the legal profession, and I intend to do very well in it." "I'm sure you will, Mr Guppy." "Well, Miss Summerson, here we are again." "May I say that, ever since I first encountered you, your image has been imprinted on my heart." "There was a time, I think you remember that time, when I thought that I'd got over it, but in truth I never did." "I find I love you more than ever." "Therefore, what I said when we last spoke on these matters, I now repudiate with all my heart." "And, with Mr Jarndyce's approval, I beg to lay the house in Walcot Square, the business and meself before you, Miss Summerson, for your acceptance." "Mr Guppy... .I am touched and honoured by your renewed proposal." "And I am very sorry to have to disappoint you, but my answer is the same as it was before." "You're turning me down?" "I am." "I'm sorry, Mr Guppy." "Sorry?" "I should think so!" "You should be ashamed of yourself!" "Ain't my son good enough for you?" "He's too good for you, that's what!" "Get out!" "Get out, the pair of you!" "No, mother..." "Get out!" "It's unreasonable to ask us to leave our own rooms." "Go on, get out, the pair of you or I'll throw you out!" "Mother!" "What?" "Hold your tongue!" "Mr Jarndyce, my apologies." "I am mortified." "Miss Summerson, I take my leave." "If ever I can be of service to you, please do not hesitate to ask." "Thank you, Mr Guppy." "Farewell." "Come, Mother." "Our friend Guppy's made us very late." "The court may have already risen." "But surely, with the new will..." "Excuse me, do you know what court is on?" "Jarndyce and Jarndyce." "But it's all over." "For the day?" "Order!" "Order!" "Silence in court!" "Silence!" "Silence!" "Silence!" "This has been a protracted case." "It has been a complex case." "Jarndyce and Jarndyce has been termed, not inaptly, a monument of chancery practice." "However, nothing lasts for ever." "The discovery of a new and valid will removes all doubt from the case." "It is quite clear that the chief beneficiaries of the Jarndyce estate should be Mr Richard Carstone and Miss Ada Clare... now Mrs Carstone." "Unfortunately... this revelation has coincided with another " "that the whole estate has been absorbed in costs." "And thus the whole suit lapses and melts away." "Jarndyce and Jarndyce... .is no more." "All rise!" "My Lord!" "Ada." "Yes, my dear love?" "It's all right, isn't it?" "Yes, everything's all right now." "Everything's come clear." "Such a long dark time." "But we can begin again now." "Yes..." "Yes." "Start the world all over again." "You and I...and our child." "Yes." "My love, yes, we will." "Are you there, sir?" "Here I am, Rick." "You're a good man." "You saw more clearly than I." "I wronged you." "Dear Rick, we were all bewildered, more or less." "What does it matter now?" "I was thinking," "I should like to come back to Bleak House, when I'm a little stronger." "If you will take me back, sir." "And Ada, too." "Gladly, Rick." "Gladly." "Ada?" "I'm always here, my darling." "I've done you so many wrongs." "I have married you to poverty... .and trouble." "I've scattered your means to the winds." "Can you forgive me?" "Before I begin the world again?" "Now, my dears." "Hope, Joy, Youth, Peace, Rest, Life." "Your time has come." "Fly free, my little ones." "Dust, Ashes, Waste, Want, Ruin!" "Be spared." "Come, Madness, Death." "Good fellow." "Words, Wigs, Rags." "Plunder, Precedent, Jargon." "Sheepskin." "Ooh." "And last, but not least, the Wards in Jarndyce." "Goodbye, my little ones." "Esther." "Ada." "What would you say to a little holiday?" "A holiday?" "Where did you think of going?" "Into Yorkshire." "A county I've seen very little of, but the Dales are beautiful." "Would you like to see the Dales, Ada?" "I should, one day." "But I'd be just as happy to stay here." "A holiday would do us good." "And there's a place in Yorkshire I'd particularly like to show you, Esther." "What place is that?" "I won't spoil the surprise by telling you." "I think you'll like it when you see it." "If no-one has any objections, I propose we leave tomorrow." "Here we are." "This is what I wanted you to see." "This house?" "This house." "Do you like it?" "Yes." "In a way, it reminds me of Bleak House." "Good." "Ada, would you mind waiting here?" "I want Esther to see this closer to." "Thank you." "Bleak House?" "Yes, my dear." "Your Bleak House." "I don't understand." "Are we to come and live here?" "You will live here, Esther." "I will not." "What do you mean?" "I don't understand you." "I made a mistake, Esther." "I took advantage of your gratitude and your affection." "When you were very young," "I dreamed of making you my wife one day, and I tried to make myself believe it was right." "But it was wrong." "I think I knew it even before Woodcourt went away." "And when he returned," "I was sure of it." "I would never be able to make you happy, Esther." "Not as a young woman should be made happy by her husband." "I was a fool ever to think that I could." "But..." "I know you love Allan Woodcourt." "I do love you." "In another way, yes." "We shall always love each other." "Now, come." "No." "No tears." "This is to be a day of joy." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd, 2005 Converted by reirei for the forom" "Re-edited by XBeth - 2009"