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Ding.

You be ring D

Now, you've done it.

You're on the verge of death, aren't you?

No. I'm very much alive.

A close life and death seems sometimes

You see Catherine, your husband is a lunatic.

I've told you a thousand times now

You have the proof.

Come on, old man back inside before

You do catch your death.

No, No, not yet.

You are a lunatic,

Mr.

Dickens. Mr.

Dickens? Yes.

Forgive my intruding, sir,

but I have been hoping all evening

for a chance to speak with you.

Why? Well, I,

I have just read your most recent novel.

You see, actually, I have read all of your novels. All

My novels have not been written.

Yeah.

Well, yes, of course you're right, sir. Quite right.

What I meant was that

I know perfectly well what you meant, my friend.

Don't mind me. I'm in a very

curious frame of mind at the moment.

You're about to say.

Oh yes, I've just finished reading a last

novel, A Christmas Carol.

Yes. Yes. A Christmas Carol.

And I was wondering, sir, if you might possibly be willing

to tell me how your mind was able to come upon such a story.

You see, I have aspirations of becoming a novelist myself.

Sir,

I am very sorry I've upset you.

Please excuse me.

Pain, sir.

I came upon the story as a result

of pain. You know what I mean when I

Say that?

Well, yes. Yes.

I can only imagine that you must have labored and struggled

and tormented over the story until

Actually the writing, when I finally put pen to paper,

was the most fluid I've ever experienced.

No. I speak of the pain of hopelessness

that we inflict upon ourselves.

You of course, have known such pain.

Well, I, no need to answer. We all have.

And mine was a desperate struggle to cling to

that which I mistakenly believed I needed most money.

Come over here. Sit down with me. Thank you, sir.

First, you must understand my original motivation

for writing a Christmas Carol, you'll be disappointed.

I know because it was strictly

and solely for the purpose of making money.

Charles, until I have something from

Europe, I cannot believe.

Well, if the report of advance sales has has not returned

yet from, from Germany, Italy advance,

then certainly there must be some leeway

for the advancement of royalties.

Charles, I wouldn't give you what

I could, But I certainly, this book will

certainly do very well in Europe. I'm certain it'll,

But I cannot give you anything on speculation. I'm sorry.

Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Chapman.

Not money to be spent on frivolous luxuries,

but money just to keep my daily commitments.

This financial crisis was due

to the unexpected poor sales of my last book.

This situation brought to the surface a fear

that is always deep within me.

Fear of someday finding myself poor again, poor again.

So yes, poor again.

Already I have told you something

which very few people know.

So the solution to my financial problems was quite simple.

I needed to write something quickly, something

that would sell, but my mind was frozen.

I could not create

one night when the mental torment was especially keen.

I left my home at dead of Night and began to walk

Stro tonight gov.

Excuse me. Be glad to gov.

Just turn them pockets inside out.

I do not have any money.

Well, well, if we knew each other better, I might be

so inclined in taking your word on that.

Ain't it Right Partner. That's right.

Gov very reasonable. He is that way.

I'm telling you, I have no money on my

Person.

Well, that's rather unfortunate. Yes indeed.

He seems we have a policy on that right partner.

That's right. No tell. No go.

Get the pockets ourselves. Go

Follow me.

Stop. Don't move an inch,

but come on, trust

Me.

Where is it?

You lost your way, sir.

No, I was,

I was just out for a walk.

Well, if you don't mind my suggesting, sir,

there are better places for an evening walk,

especially at this hour of the night.

Of course you're right.

Thank you.

Come on

coming.

We need my Come on honey.

Honey, come on. Up. Up. Honey up. Honey up. Honey up.

Come on up children.

Come on, pastor Pasta. Get it in there.

Look, whoever be late again.

Get away from

Come.

Keep it coming. Keep it coming home.

The fear that gripped me that night

after walking through those dark streets was the fear

of reliving that part of my life again.

And added to that was the realization of what that would do

to my wife and my own children.

Excuse me, sir. We live it. What?

What exactly do you mean?

Eh? You must be careful at this point

because for you to understand what that means is

to doom yourself to at least another hour on that cold

and comfortable bench.

Gladly. So, alright then.

I was born into circumstances not far removed.

What you see has in eyes that

wouldn't surprise you, would it?

No sir. Of course not. My parents had a home

in the country by the sea.

I was very happy in that home. I was content.

One of my wonderful happy memories

where those delicious days when snow fell,

especially at Christmas time,

and most people, no doubt, find snow a nuisance.

But I never did see snow on the ground

kept our family inside.

We were closer together when snow fell

and snow on the ground meant time with my books,

my beloved books.

I'm rambling now. I know.

But the story cannot really be told without rambling a bit.

Books I always

now connect together, the changing our family fortunes

with books.

We'd moved to London from the country and we were in debt.

The reasons were many, and I will not elaborate,

but our situation became quite desperate.

Just take those for now.

Every week or so, my father would send me down

to a shop that would buy our books.

We sold almost everything else as well.

But when our books were gone, it meant to me the end

of our secure life

books symbolized wealth and wealth symbolized security.

One minute boy. Good day then, sir.

But now, security was lost

and the loss of hope was soon to follow.

At 11 years of age, I was put to work in vain

to prevent my father from going to debtors prison

Tickets.

What they're doing is what you need to be doing now.

Get to it,

Mr.

Marley. Sir, how nice to see you again.

You come for some calls, sir. Yes.

I had heard of the infamous child labor

factories like everyone else.

I thought to myself, oh, the poor pitiful deers.

What a hopeless, pathetic lock. Mr. Molly's pocket there.

Here you go, boy. Buy something yourself.

Back out with the other rats and hurry up.

They go in and they go in. They never come out.

Now, I unbelievably was one of them, one of the hopeless.

My family was finally sent to Deus Prison

and I lost all hope.

I was only a young lad. How could I feel anything else?

Can you hear

With no more tears to cry.

The heart of the children taking

for home for something of,

but

I have gone back in my mind to that place

of other Thames more times that I could possibly count.

My whole nature is being so penetrated by the grief

and humiliation of that experience

that even now I often forget in my dreams

that I have a dear wife

and children even that I'm not still a boy.

And I wandered desperately back to that time in my life.

And that was my frame of mind just three months ago.

But the torment was not confined just

to the subconscious images of sleep.

No, I was driven

by my fear physically back into the streets.

Why there was only anguish to meet you there.

And there is your answer.

The streets gave myself pity, a path to walk upon.

Whoa. Please

give us your money.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Just drop the coins and we'll let you go.

Oh,

Put some more hot water in the teapot.

Rebecca Charles Charles.

Dear

Hmm.

Mr. Edward Watkin from Manchester's here to see you. Oh,

He Said you'd made an appointment with him.

Oh, is it Wednesday already?

It is. You've lost all sense of time lately.

Yes, I have. Well, it's worse is I don't care.

Shall I tell him you're not able

to receive visitors today? No,

No, no.

I can't do that to him. He's a, he's an acquaintance

of Sister Fanny.

I think he wants be to give a speech somewhere.

Well then you'll probably want a few minutes

to wash then, won't you?

You look as though you've been in a fight.

Yes, I suppose I do. Thank you. My dearest.

Please turn up my down shortly. Yes.

I was asked to give a speech at the Manchester Atheneum,

which served as a facility to help educate working men

and women and spur them onto the better things in life.

I must tell you, I did not want to go.

What was I supposed to say to them? My dear ladies

and gentlemen of Manchester did not

feel that you were alone.

Because before many more days pass,

I should be in the same boat as you were.

But that is not what you said.

Your speech was brilliant. Are you there?

No, but I read it.

You spoke, if I remember correctly, upon the fact that each

of us may improve our lot in life if we'll only allow

ourselves and and teach our children

to see the immeasurable possibilities that surround us.

Yes. I thought that most inspiring.

Thank you. They seem to share your feelings.

Their reaction deeply affected me.

And yet all I could see in their faces

is they extending their hands to thank me

was the possibility to exploit the stories of their lives,

to keep myself and my family from becoming just like them.

I struggled to put meat on a theme to create characters

and develop a story.

But nothing I tried, worked

because the question will,

this cell haunted me at every turn.

Everything's fine. Rebecca.

Hey, I am very sorry, sir.

Please go now.

Mm. Charles Charles Dear Mm,

Ms.

Burette Coops is here.

Oh know. Is she doing it?

Aren, aren't you accompanying her somewhere this morning?

Oh no. Oh,

Good day, sir.

On dry off.

You didn't want to come today, did you?

Why on earth would you say that?

Oh, I could tell by the way you stepped into the carriage.

Could you indeed? Hmm? Can you read my thoughts as well?

Yes, I believe I can.

You are fussing or

or mulling over something at your writing table?

I am fussing. All right.

Not over anything at my writing table

because there's nothing to fuss about.

I study as a wash with paper filled with useless thinking.

I have a general theme that I'm desperate to explore.

Inspiration has abandoned me. Did

You really believe that?

Believe was That the hand

of Providence guides your writing?

I guess. I suppose so. Some of the time.

And what accounts with the remainder of the time?

Well, hard work

and a gift to create from what I see in the world around me.

None of the mill people,

circumstances which I develop into a character or a plot.

Is there a difference between this gift you speak of

and the helping hand of inspiration?

Not what you mean. Seemingly ordinary people

and events are simply dismissed by most of us.

Overlooked or unheated,

when in fact they make come into our lives for a purpose.

So I just wonder if you are actually overlooking the hand

of providence when it does play a part in your work.

I suppose I might Do you not

Whenever I'm thinking only of myself.

That was a swift answer,

But it's true.

Is it not? Getting beyond our own needs,

takes thought and effort.

And above all, an unselfish heart overlooking the hand

of providence in our lives just takes a turn of the head.

And it's done with

An interesting piece of philosophy.

Is it not?

Yes. Do you know what a ragged school is

In general? Yes.

There's nothing general about them. Yeah.

Among the most sorrowful places on earth,

institutions set up to educate the most poor

and wretched children of the city.

Miss Bette Ktz had often spoken of her desire

to lend a portion of her massive wealth

to the ragged school effort.

But I failed to see how my presence on

that day offered any immediate help

or relief to the plight of these children.

Some of the children are orphans.

Some have become agents to thieves and murderers.

Some even some

of the very youngest will do anything to survive.

Children. Children, please, please.

Children stop fighting so much. Stop. Children. Please

For you, my dear.

And you for the school.

Do you not have anything for the children? Charles?

I do not have your means.

Even the widow's might was acceptable. Thank you,

Jake.

As Ms. Bette coz gave generously time, I felt shattered.

Shattered At what you'd seen? Yes. Certainly that.

But also by the anguish that was wailing up inside of me.

I do not understand. You see this experience,

unlike the speech

that I'd given in Manchester had awakened

the crusader in me.

I desperately wanted to do something about what?

I'd seen, something that would,

would make a difference in the lives of these children.

Yes. But why would that torment you?

So, because in my mind, there was no way to do something

for them and still to write and sell a story

that would make me quick money.

So it was money. Don't you see?

The need for money was always the source of my pain.

Do you see what my thinking was? Yes. Yes. I believe I do.

My purest desire to use my writing

to help these children was shut off

by this desperate clinging to

that which I believed I needed most money.

Yes.

Excuse please. Goodbye. Children, children, children.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye

Is something that matter.

Charles,

Mr.

Dickens,

Can I help you?

Mr. Dickens, have you lost something?

No. I, I thought I saw a,

one of the children seemed familiar to me.

We don't use this part of the church, Mr. Dickens.

Our lease is only for the basement level rooms.

The children never come up here.

I see. - Would you care to look among the children again?

No. Thank you. I I'm very sorry

you've come for your money. I won't be a moment.

Thank you. But I haven't come for the money.

No, no. But certainly you must need it

No more than the children in the ragged school.

And you were there. Yes.

I've come to help you.

Help me. Yes. You were awake in your room.

Well, yes. I I was. You feel troubled.

I was. Yes. I

Then you'll be out walking in the streets again.

You remind me of someone I knew years ago.

Oh, a friend.

She always seemed to understand what I was feeling.

A true friend. Yes, she was.

You did not sound like a child of the street

or a child at all for that matter.

I'm not a child of the street.

At least not in the way you would normally think.

And yet you move through the streets every night from your

home or wherever it is that you live to the factory

and then back again. You do have a home.

Oh yes. And a family. Would you like to meet them?

Well, yes, of course. Perhaps Sunday.

Tonight. Tonight. Well, but it's very late.

Not for my family. I see.

Well, very well. Why not?

I'll just step back inside and put on some proper clues.

Oh no. That would disappoint them.

I've already told them You're a mad man.

Have you now. Well, who I am.

Right? Then

I suddenly feel very awkward.

Father, mother. This is a man who helped me the other day.

Is it that I

should probably explain?

No need to explain. It's very nice to meet you Mr.

Dickens. Let me express our gratitude

for your helping our little muffin the other day.

So she told you, oh yeah. She told us all about you.

It troubles you that our daughter works,

doesn't it? Mr. Dickens?

I'm troubled that any child works.

Why? I had fallen

under similar circumstances when I was just your age.

Had you now then you were obliged to work

as a child as well then.

Is there any other reason for a child to work?

Well, we wouldn't have a little muffin here working

except she insists upon it.

I want to help. Of course you do dear.

Well, I've recently hoped I might be able to help

to eliminate the blight of child labor

or at least improve the situation in some way.

Had you now? Well

Bless you, sir.

Well, thank you. And how do you propose to do that?

How?

Well I'm an

author. Yeah.

Wonderful.

Perhaps you could write about the conditions you see in the

streets and people would read about

Him.

Ah, it'd be wonderful Mr. Dickens.

There's so many bad characters about,

and they prey on these working children.

It's monstrous. Really?

Why? That is precisely what I have been thinking of doing.

But you haven't written anything yet.

Well, no, not yet.

I I have yet to upon the right way to approach it.

And well, even if I do, what reason do I have

to believe that anyone would buy it?

Does that matter? I mean,

to say what good would come of it?

Well, perhaps nothing good would come of it.

Not right away. But over time.

That's right. Over time,

everything truly worthwhile does take time, doesn't it?

Indeed, it does.

Perhaps you could write something that would affect people.

For all remaining time,

We've awakened someone.

He's our little boy.

I've, I've intruded on the piece

of your home long enough for one evening.

Oh no, not at all. It's been a real pleasure.

Well, thank you as well.

But I, I really must be going home.

You'll guide Mr. Dickenson, won't you dear? Yes.

I'll show the way.

Well, thank you. She's very kind.

Perhaps I could. Yeah.

Perhaps I could meet your, your son someday.

Oh, he would love to meet an author. He loves books.

Really

Well, thank you.

Goodnight.

You have a wonderful family, a great deal

of love in your home and happiness

That surprises you.

Well, you have so little The way of money, you mean?

Yes. Then to your mind.

It is money that buys love or happiness.

Well, it brings security. And that is happiness.

Well, not to your mind, obviously.

No, not to my mind at all. And I can show you why.

All right then show me.

Yes

At any time.

Go.

Why are we stopping here? No.

Look on any night on this street,

you can see very secure looking

gentlemen coming out of the building.

And that gentleman spends every evening

with all the companionship and mar that money can buy

400 Farewell for the night.

But he does not look truly happy to me.

This man looks strangely familiar to me.

Let's follow him a bit further.

Watch, please stop.

Please, please. Can I have, do you have any spare please?

Because you just buried. I seen this very same thing on this

very same spot at least a hundred times.

What coin? Take that. Share it.

You've lived it too, haven't you Mr. Dickens?

I

With what?

That man possesses.

Just think of what he could do for those children

if he would choose to set his heart to it

And for many more like them.

Camp, Did you follow her?

Oh yes. It was as if I was in a deep dream where the events

of the dream are completely outta

the dreamer's ability to control.

Where did she take you? Back to the river.

This is a final shift of the night

At his pay time for the dear little souls,

If you can call what he gives them,

pay what he's handing them for.

All their work might feed a rat for a day or two.

That is why they go out from here and beg

before the streets go empty for the night.

Just like I.

Yes. Nothing

On the day he pays, he sends him through and shifts

Presses him to part with his money all at once.

I suppose. Who is he?

You mean who is he now or who is he before?

How of course There is a difference.

You know the man you see now is not the man he once was.

Certainly not the man he could yet be. What

Do you mean?

I mean that what he's now has come from

choices he made years ago.

What choices? How do you know?

He chose to believe that security was most important

above all of the considerations over love,

a family, everything.

Now he has all the money he could possibly want,

but look at him pouring over his ledgers alone.

Even his penny pinching partner Marley hired a clerk

to watch over the books.

He had a partner. Yes,

But no longer No.

Died on a Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve. It's a sad time to die.

How sad. You know, not come.

This is a wretched little place.

Yes, but look closer.

A very meager meal they're eating.

Mm indeed. But look closer still

No comfort to speak of no fire burning,

cold and cramped.

Yes. That is all very true. Anything else?

They love each other and seem grateful for what they have.

Yes, they are grateful for they had been a family

of the street to them.

This room is a palace and they make a meal as a feast.

Do you know them? No.

But I know of them and many more who were

of their same circumstances

until a generous man came forward to help them.

Must be a man of great means.

No, not great means. Mr. Dickens, look at them.

He gave what he could and he counted as a great blessing.

Yes. I can see that.

I have one last place to show you. Come quickly.

Is everything all right mom?

Oh yes, Thomas. Thank you.

But I have an

errand for you to run. Very urgent.

You mean right now ma'am? Yes.

Now go and change and I'll have a note ready for you.

Yes ma'am.

Please forgive me for disturbing you at such late hour.

I am writing because I have a favorite to ask you.

Why have you brought me here?

I love them at a cemetery. Don't you think

I'm not partial to the fields of final rest myself.

I'm surprised to hear you find it so lovely

considering your experiences here of late.

But this is a well tended place except

perhaps for that grave there.

The grave behind me. Yes. That one.

Quite an a shamble, no flowers like the rest.

Why is that depose?

Well, the obvious I should think no one

has bothered to take care of it.

Why? Why? I'm not the slightest notion.

The graves of all the others are loving.

They cared for well, not this person's

Well, no family left, I'm sure.

Or perhaps no one who knows him truly cares.

You know who's buried there. Do you not?

Yes I do. I may be the only person

save one other who doesn't.

And I doubt that he could even find the grave.

Now, will you come closer to the grave?

But why? I have more to tell you.

And my time is nearly gone

Your time.

The man who lay beneath this pathetic grave

of the world without a single soul who get in, who was a man

who believed that what he needed most in life was money.

Is that what you think of me?

It's true, isn't it? See here, young lady,

This man was very much like you poor when he was young.

He constantly worried about ever being poor again.

How on earth could you know that

As the years went by, he felt less inclined to give

to a church or to a poor men's hospital, then less inclined

to drop a coin or two into a blind man's cup

or a begging child's hand.

Eventually the time came in which there was no place

for this man's money, but in his own pocket.

What words these are, do you truly

apply them to me as well?

Remember the racket score? Yes,

I remember I offered my gift.

But grudgingly of

what value is a gift given in such a way.

So you do apply those words to me.

I apply them to what you might become.

Well, I assure you, young lady,

that there is nothing in the way that you've described this

man that has any resemblance to me.

There's nothing in the way that I've described this man

that had any resemblance to him either when

he was your same age.

And how do you know what was in the heart of this man?

This, this man of business,

Man of business.

Mankind should have been his business.

The common welfare should have been his business.

Mercy, charity, forbearance, benevolence.

He gained great wealth in this world.

But what benefit is that to him now or to anyone else?

Perhaps you should tell me. You seem

to know everything else

I've been trying to explain in ways

that you cannot understand yet.

I won't look

Why.

So that I can see my name engraved in that stone.

Where are you going? Oh,

well I should have been all along.

I know exactly what you are now.

And can it afford to be the object of your defined

as tricks any longer,

but a colossal waste of time this night has been

For Well then, Mr.

Dickens, may our time be put

to good purpose. And may God bless you.

Oh yes. May God bless you too.

And may God bless us everyone.

I am not. Nor could I ever be the man in that grave.

So here I was at the deepest hour of the night, my wife

and children with no idea where I was and the worry to write

and sell, twisting my stomach like hemp

on a rope maker's wheel.

And now added to that my conscience was stricken.

I felt guilty.

I'd offended my little companion who shared

with me the drama and dilemmas

of the world in which she lived, which seemed so close

to the experiences of my own life at her age.

Our adventures of that night were all very

curious certainly.

But there was no malice on her part.

Her motives were only a friendship.

Her object lesson of what I might become was born

of genuine concern for me.

Formed from her observations of what happens

to us all when certain roads are taken.

I. And so I went back

to her home to apologize,

Help you.

I've come to call on the family that lives here.

Family. There's no family here.

Only my sister and me.

Then perhaps I've got the wrong,

there's not a family that lives here.

A mother, a father, a young girl, 12 of age perhaps,

and a little boy, a sick little boy.

Oh, that family. Yes. Do you know the one?

Yes. The PRT family. So they do live here.

Oh no sir. Not anymore.

But they were living here earlier.

Earlier, Yes. This very night.

This very night.

You are briley, Ms. Kins.

Sir, it'll be seven years ago this Christmas

that they left seven

Years.

Indeed. There must be some mistake.

I remember because Mr.

Raett was a bookkeeper, worked

for an old miser named Marley.

When he died, Mr. Raett had to leave to find other work.

What lovely children they had a young girl and a little boy.

How do you know all this? I was their landlady.

My sister and me owned these rooms and the ones downstairs.

Where's the tavern that was here?

Please

stop, please.

This was the darkest time.

There seemed no other explanation to all that had happened

through the night than that.

I had lost my mind.

Hello Charles.

Has a new style of dress been adopted in the great old city?

Miss Bill,

will you please excuse me?

No, I'll not excuse you.

I am very sorry madam.

But I am not in a frame of mind to receive visitors today.

Really?

And just what frame of mind are you in exactly?

Well, the concerns owning me.

Oh, I think you're wrong. In fact, I know you're wrong.

I've been talking to your wife and children.

They're worried to near illness over you.

Where have you been this past days and nights?

If I told you would not believe me.

I hardly understand it myself.

Allow me to be the judge of

what I will and will not be believe.

Thank you.

It is a very long story.

Well then get on with it, please.

I do have other commitments.

Very well. First you must understand how

So I told her my story,

the very same story I have been telling you.

You remember my actions at the ragged school.

I saw her there, but she

disappeared so quickly

and she took me on such a walk, such a journey

through the streets of London.

She introduced me to her family

and the life that she leads in the streets,

the in the streets.

I was so cruel to her. You have no idea. Everything.

Everything. And everybody that I saw not an hour

before was gone.

So now you have it.

Every detail that I can remember.

So your mind has taken a journey

to the dark land of the insane.

Is that what you think?

It seems obvious, does it not?

Well, that would be the easy conclusion, certainly.

Pardon me? Look at yourself, Charles.

You're tired, worried. You feel sorry for yourself.

Why should you not conclude that your wits have left you?

I find your your attitude Unsympathetic.

Yes. Unsympathetic to say the least.

Charles, listen to me and listen to me carefully

because I must be going.

Do you remember the conversation we had yesterday

and my coach, we were traveling across the city

to visit the ragged school.

Yes, I remember vaguely.

I had asked you if the hand

of providence ever played a part in your work.

What was my answer? Your answer was yes at times.

But it was also your gift of observation.

And so

Charles, you are not going mad of that.

I'm convinced God has somehow set his hand to help you.

And you have chosen not to see it.

There is something that you are, you are clinging to

that prevents you from using your God-given gifts.

God has set his hand to help me.

Have you listened to a word? I've said every word.

If anything, God has abandoned me.

Let me barren at a time when I need him the most.

Nevertheless, my belief is fair.

God does not set forth his hand

to help us without giving us calls

to have faith and go forward.

But neither does he serve up everything

to us on a gold platter.

Now, my suggestion to you as your friend is to do

what I have had to do many, many times in my long life.

And that is to set aside these feelings of sorrow

for yourself and your situation

and to replace them with gratitude.

Then go back up to finish this journey

that the little girl has begun for you.

Seek the answer to that which you, you cannot

or will not understand.

And the solution to your problems will be made clear.

God bless you. Charles.

May your time be put to good purpose. What did you say? Hmm?

I said, God bless you and I meant it.

God bless us. Everyone. Indeed.

No. Get outta here. Ready? Yes

I will.

You were chasing my daughter the other night.

You would've won. I meant no harm. I thought I knew her.

Get out of here. Yes, of course.

I had never seen people living in such horrible

circumstances before.

Not even when I was a boy. How could this be?

An entire family slowly disintegrating the street.

I kept hearing the words

of my young companion about the family

that had been in the streets at them.

The room was a palace. The meal, a feast

all the way homem.

I thought of that family.

I wondered how long they would have to suffer

before someone would take notice of their plight.

And that was when it happened.

Suddenly, without even being conscious of it,

my mind moved from thoughts of myself to thoughts

of someone else that night.

For the first time in many days

and nights, the thoughts of needing

to make money finally left me.

Will this be all you need Mr. Dickens?

Yes. That is lovely. Thank you Thomas.

Sir Mrs. Dickens will be concerned that you've left again.

I've want err to accomplish and I must do on my own.

What shall I tell her when She returns?

Please reassure her that I'm fine. Very well, sir.

Thank you. Thomas.

Thomas.

Perhaps I do owe her more of an explanation.

Have a meet me there in one hour.

Very well, sir. Thank you. Thomas.

Drive up

You mind waiting for me?

Very well said.

What are you doing here Again? What do you want?

There's, there's food in this basket

and, and money in this pouch.

It should help you find a place for your family.

And there is also money enough to see to your little boy's.

Endless. My card is also in the pouch.

If, if you should need any

further help, please call upon me.

I'll be glad to render any assistance that I made. Goodbye.

Bye. Why are you doing this?

Because you need it and I need to give it to you.

How powerful a simple act of charity is.

How healing it distilled upon me of feeling as peaceful

as I have ever felt in my life.

So very peaceful, even secure.

Mrs. Dickens. Mr.

Dickens, thank you for coming.

It's the first dime I've seen you properly

dressed in days.

I wouldn't miss it.

Will you take a turn with Me?

Mm. Sadly

I have so much to explain, so much to tell you. And

You thought this would be a perfect place to start.

Strange. Yes, I know.

But yes, it is a lovely little cemetery. Don't you think?

What

Lovely is hardly a word I would ever imagine you

to use for a cemetery.

Do you know that man?

Yes, I do. I should wait here.

Yeah. Won.

Hello? Hello sir.

Do we know each other? I believe we

have met once before. Yes.

Well, if I was rude to you

and I probably was, I apologize.

Not at all. Did you know my friend?

No, I did not know him in life. He was my business partner.

I see the ground about his grave is much

improved when I was last here.

It seemed very neglected.

Then you've been here before?

Yes. A young friend brought me,

But only one other person knows where this grave is.

So she told me, And she must be a true

friend of yours as

Well.

A truer friend. I have not had, could you tell me so

where I might find her to thank her?

You see, when we last spoke I you acted selfishly.

I see we have more in common than just a little friend.

Yes sir. I believe we do.

Well I must be going and all I could tell you is that

I have searched for our young friend in vain

for seven years.

Seven years by then.

Excuse me sir. Hmm?

I wonder if I might have the pleasure of shaking your hand.

Oh yes. Alright. Good. Firm

Handshake.

I like to think so. Very peculiar young man. You are.

I'm certainly that. Thank you.

Jacob Marley. Jacob Marley.

Bob K works as a clerk

for an old Maal, Jacob Mali.

Extraordinary. Absolutely extraordinary.

What is Extraordinary?

Jacob Martin who extraordinary. Yes dear.

So you said, what is extraordinary?

Charles, what

Are you?

All right, mom? Oh yes.

We've been here for quite a while, haven't we? Here but why?

Mom? That has been going

on for quite some time now.

Sometimes he's laughing, sometimes he's crying,

sometimes he's talking to himself.

Man of the world live mind. Do you believe in me or not?

Perhaps it's best or not. Service.

Breakfast right now, mum. Oh, nonsense.

Ah, Rebecca, glad I am to see you.

I am vanished.

Set the tray back down here

and I should attack it immediately.

Good to see you. Feeling better today sir.

It was very good. Very good indeed.

And I wrote, and I wrote and I laughed and I cried.

I hated to leave my writing table even to eat or to sleep.

Interruptions beyond that were even more irritating.

And never once, not once during

that entire time did I think of making money.

I felt so absolutely captured by the story

and how it made me feel to write it.

That I would've written it even if there had been no

possibility of selling it.

And so day

by day the manuscript grew not just towards completion,

but towards what I felt was a renewal of my life.

I have attempted in this ghostly little book

to raise the ghost of an idea,

which I hope shall not put my readers out of humor

with themselves, with a season or with me.

May it haunt your houses pleasantly

your faithful friend and servant Charles Dickens.

Mar was dead to begin with. There was no doubt.

Whatever about that.

Oh, Marley was as dead as a doornail.

Oh.

So I was thinking about the little girl.

I don't go out day anymore without thinking of her

or feeling that she is somehow close by.

See, I've searched

and searched my past desperately trying

to see if she had any link to it.

I finally decided it doesn't really matter.

I know she was real, but she lived out her

life in the old city.

And I know what she taught me.

And I believe I found with the other,

the other little family in the street

and the story that I have written, some small way

to repay her service to me.

Now it remains be seen is by what she

and her family said will come to pass.

But this story of the ghosts of Christmas, stand the test

of time and it means something to people.

10, 20, 100, 150

years from now.

Well that question would never exist had it not been

for pain as you put it.

Had this dark time not fallen on you.

The story never would've been created to begin with.

Perhaps they're in the garden.

Oh, there you are.

Oh, it's absolutely freezing out here, Charles.

Oh, it's not so bad really, is it? No sir.

Well, you are out of your mind

so your opinion does not matter.

But I seem to remember not too long ago,

you're saying most emphatically

that I was not outta my mind.

Well do not apply that assessment to every situation,

Mr. Charles Dickens.

Ms. Pettet cos may I introduce you to a friend of mine.

I'm very sorry, but I've yet to learn your name.

It's William sir. Ah, William Bird at Ktz,

My nephew.

Conspiracy. That's what this is. Conspiracy. Conspiracy.

Fiddlesticks. Now come inside both of you this

Instant.

This is digging missed Diggin.

Hey,

Good king nces us of out on the feast of Steve.

And when the snow came round about deep and and

and red on the moon, that night on the frost was cruel.

And when the poorman came inside every winter few

Page and stand by me.

If thou its under

peasant, who is he where

and what is good?

Underneath the pound, right against the forest.

By ag.

Bring me fla. Bring me. Bring me

me

Stronger.

Fails my heart. I know not

I can go no longer my

Footsteps,

my

in.

Therefore.