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Can I help you, ma'am?

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Betsy

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. My poor husband's aunt. Well, now

you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you, I suppose. Oh, Mr.

The copper fear was very good. Oh no,

don't do that. Don't do that. Come,

come. Oh,

you know I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

See, you are too young. He ignored me.

Fanced himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead, and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him, to me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon. I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. Die?

Certainly not. Have some tea. Where's

that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? Peggy.

Peggy.

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Peggy? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her by it

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having the baby. Should I s the

doctor?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps boy, it'll be a girl.

Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Stop that now.

You'll make yourself ill and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all. Oh.

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Oh my god.

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Well, well, we are progressive, man.

Slowly,

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all my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit habit

habitation. Davey habitation

where I was I yet knew not whether on

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Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only five minutes, mind.

Put the bulb in there.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

That's a nice rip. Go. But a chill wind

was already rising, and the golden

summer of my innocence was about to be

blown away. Davey, say good morning to

Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit.

Until tomorrow, Mrs. Copperfield

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. Where

are your manners?

A stranger or soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. Ma'am, very agreeable

change indeed.

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You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us ready. Here we go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joel was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Pegy?

I'm dead.

But little Emily, she's your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead, Mr. Peggy.

Grandad? Haven't you any children of

your own? Not him, Davey. He ain't

married. Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your

wife?

Mrs. Gummage lost her husband, the

Olden, a few year back.

grounded, Mr. Beetty.

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She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. Damn. I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My troubles make me contrary.

D, I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I ain't. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Miss Stomach. I do.

She's thankful of the old one. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gumage, Davey. I never

know anyone who soon enjoyed being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Py must be a very good man.

He's better than good. Before he was a

lady, I'd give him a waste coat with

diamond buttons, a large gold watch, and

a bag full of money.

Emily,

Emily, take her.

I'm only fighting when the wind blows.

Then I lie awake. Thinking I could hear

him from Gan and Ham out at sea crying

for help. That's why I want to be a

lady. I'll keep him safe on land. The

stormy weather came. The words echo to

me down the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child

too and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Peggy treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers. And of course, in my

childish way, I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks I had scarcely

thought of my own home at all. Let's

always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that, but you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. Barks is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

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Couple of failed one.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day

and how the people in it pass away.

But we all have to let it eventually

when you left home to come here. Was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

Was she well? Yes, sir.

because it um griefs me to tell you that

I hear this morning that your mother is

very ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well.

For a long time

she sank a little every day

till she knew she was dying and a little

boy too.

On the last night she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising when

when she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me nearer to you, for your face

seems far off."

I put my arm

under her head to hold her up

and she smiled then,

closed her eyes

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home.

Your services are no longer required,

Mistress Pegoty.

You may take a month's warning.

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Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

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What you see before you be a warning

copperfield annually income £20

annual expenditure 1919 19 and6 result

happiness

annual income £20

annual expenditure £20 nothing and six

result misery the blossom is blighted

the leaf is withered you are in short

flattened

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Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own,

Copperfield. You're beyond Mr. Merstone.

I mean, Mr. Mstone hates me. I have no

one else. Well, there is an aunt who

lives in over. She hasn't seen me since

I was a baby, and I don't think she'd

want to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you, Wilkins.

Lord, my dear, our debts are settled.

You're a free man again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancer has finally

acknowledged a grave miscarriage of

justice. I wrote to him personally. You

understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

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School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

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I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough. There's something wrong. Aunt, a

cold feeling just came over me, Trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject and I'm bound to

respect them. They are immovable on the

issue. I can't let you spend so much.

Trot, you are my adopted son. My one aim

is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot good? Yes, trot. I shan be

able to hold on to these rooms another

day. My last young gentleman was quite

delighted with him. If he'd had any

choice, he'd never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. So, near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentleman. And I can

assure you,

Peppermint Cordial, you understand, for

my spasms.

The furniture is rather faded. Is it Is

it the last occupants? It is, Mom. What

became of him if he was so fond of the

place? He was took ill and he is.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister, Betsy Trotwood, would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

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La.

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crup's discomfort. I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copper Fool. When there's a young lady

in the case, Skittles is healthy. By

birth, does it good?

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Uh,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person. Master

Copperfield.

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you moved

upward.

Car is to make Uriah his problem.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell Uriah he what I think

of his little promise me you do nothing

to offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace. Mr.

Copperfield, I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach.

I'll be back at the law next time. MBA.

Mr. McCorba,

open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba, it's David Copperfield.

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Is it possible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the pawn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap, any

friend of Copperfields is a friend of

Rickkins.

My dear, there is a gentleman here

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love. Oh,

Lord. Oh, can it really be? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps have surmised

Mrs. McCorb is in a state of health. But

when does it not wholly improbable that

there will soon be an addition to the

infantine group?

In short, she is expecting It is a happy

event, the one that strains Mr.

McCorba's already depleted resources.

But I know he will, as always, rise to

the challenge. We must celebrate. Will

you come to dinner at my rooms next

week? Oh, a noble and generous

proposition.

Does Mr. Barkers still go over to

Blundersstone man. They do. But his bad

for the romics. I want to see an old

house.

The rrookery I think it's called.

My darling boy.

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It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master. David,

what was the name? I wrote that in the

cart, sir. We had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time, Mr. Barkas.

I don't regret it.

CP Barkas is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkas, she deserves. and more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

I am sorry to hear it. Very poor indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkus has grown a little nearer with

time.

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[Applause]

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Emily,

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I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man and to lead

a peaceful life. Once you are married,

all these worries and fears will fall

away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her. But you might never come here

again. I don't know about that.

I find I've taken a fancy to the place

as she must be newly rigged though. I'm

leaving Litma behind to see it done.

I decided to give her a new name. The

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey. Not

what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head be

completely turned.

Goodbye, Pegot. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you. What

news? I'm going to be married. Only the

lady in question doesn't know it yet.

Who is she? Dora. Her name's Dora. boy

down and

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steer. I wish to God I'd had a judicious

father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all.

If anything should ever separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Just promise me,

can't you?

Remember me at my best.

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you, Steerforth.

I cannot.

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How is he, Peggy? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a mass baby

and calm and kind.

Bus, my dear.

Here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's going out with a tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's pretty high out.

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Barkus, my dear.

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CP barkers.

No better woman anywhere.

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Barkers

is willing.

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[Applause]

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I've um looked over Mr. Barkcus' will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

3,000 leaves interest of 1,000 to Mr.

Peggy

and the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

Mr. Litma

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I ain't a person to live with him that

has had money left. Oh, things go too

contrary with me. I better be a

riddance. Well, how should I spend it

without you? Don't I want you now or

never? Oh, no. I was never wanted before

and now I'm told so. How could I expect

to be wanted being so lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I died for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

What?

How did this happen?

Eat it, sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve, see this? I shall be far

away, never to return unless he brings

me back a lady.

try to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week.

No more. It was out this afternoon on

the Norwich road. Only now his master

was with him. Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

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Shwood,

we have a visitor.

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another? We are as well to do as

well could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Welcome Mccora, magistrate, writer,

fame public orator and manager of the

Port Middle Bay Bank was fated at a

public dinner this Thursday last. Far be

it from us to follow our distinguished

townsman through the smoothly flowing

periods of his polished and highly

allnight address. The Lord Chancellor

turned to me and said, "By God, Mccora,

you're all right. The law must be

changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding pecunary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known,

my lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

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[Applause]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

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Can I help you, ma'am?

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Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Betsy

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. My poor husband's aunt. Well, now

you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you. I suppose Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh no, don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

See, you are too young. He ignored me.

Fanced himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead, and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to meet me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon? I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. Die?

Certainly not. Have some tea. Where's

that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? Peggy.

Peggy?

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Peggoty? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her back

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having the baby. Should I start

with the doctor?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, Burp's boy, it'll be a girl.

Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Stop that. Now,

you'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all.

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Oh my god.

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Well, well, we are progressing mom

slowly.

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All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit habit

habitation. Davey habitation

where I was I yet knew not whether on

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Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only five minutes, mind.

Put a bulb in there.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

What's a nice old rip? I'm sure.

But a chill wind was already rising and

the golden summer of my innocence was

about to be blown away. Davey, say good

morning to Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit.

Until tomorrow, Mrs. Copperfield

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. Where

are your manners?

A stranger or soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. Ma'am, very agreeable

change indeed.

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You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us ready. Here we go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joel was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Peggy?

I'm dead.

But little Emily, she is your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead, Mr. Peggy.

Grandad. Haven't you any children of

your own? Not him, Davey. He ain't

married. Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your

wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the Olden,

a few year back.

grounded, Mr. Beetty.

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She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. Damn. I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My troubles make me contrary.

D, I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I ain't. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Miss Stomach.

I'm new.

She's thinking of the old one. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gumage, Davey. I never

know anyone who so much enjoyed being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Py must be a very good man.

He's better than good. Before he was a

lady, I'd give him a waste coat with

diamond buttons, a large gold watch, and

a bag full of money.

Emily,

Emily, take her.

I'm only frame when the wind blows. Then

I lie awake. Thinking I can hear him

from Dan and Ham out at sea crying for

help. That's why I want to be a lady.

I'll keep him safe on land and stormy

weather came. The words echo to me down

the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child

too and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Peggy treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers and of course in my

childish way I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks I had scarcely

thought of my own home at all. Let's

always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that. But you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. box is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

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Copper failed.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day.

And now the people in it pass away.

We all have to let it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

Was she well? Yes, sir.

Because it um griefs me to tell you that

I hear this morning that your mother is

very ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well for a long time.

She sank a little every day

until she knew she was dying and a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising when

when she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me nearer to you, for your face

seems far off."

And I put my arm

under her head to hold her up.

And she smiled then,

closed her eyes,

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home.

Your services are no longer required,

Mistress Pegoty.

You may take a month's warning.

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Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

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What you see before you be a warning

copper field annually income £20

annual expenditure 1919 19 and6 result

happiness

annual income £20

annual expenditure 20 nothing and six

result misery the blossom is blighted

the leaf is withered you are in short

flattened

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Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own,

Copperfield. You're beyond Mr. Merstone.

I mean, Mr. Mstone hates me. I have no

one else. Well, there is an aunt who

lives in over. She hasn't seen me since

I was a baby, and I don't think she'd

want to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you, Wilkins.

Lord, my dear, our debts are settled.

You're a free man again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancellor has

finally acknowledged a grave miscarriage

of justice. I wrote to him personally.

You understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough. There's something wrong, aunt.

Oh, a cold feeling just came over me,

Trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject, and I'm bound

to respect them. They are immovable on

the issue. I can't let you spend so much

Trot, you are my adopted son. My one aim

is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot good? Yes. Trot wood. I shan

be able to hold on to these rooms

another day. My last young gentleman was

quite delighted with him. If he'd had

any choice, he'd never left.

Rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap. Perhaps

so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. They're near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentlemen. I can assure

you.

Peppermint Cordial, you understand? For

my spasms,

the furniture is rather faded. Is it? Is

it the last occupants? It is, Mom. What

became of him if he was so fond of the

place? He was took ill and he is.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, Mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister Betsy Trotwood would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathe. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you. That's enough for me.

[Music]

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

[Music]

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crup's discomfort. I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copper Fool. When there's a young lady

in the case, Skittles is healthy.

Diverse mind does good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Mariah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person. Master

Copperfield.

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you left.

Car is to make Uriah his plumber.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell Uriah he what I think

of his. Promise me you do nothing to

offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace. Mr.

Copperfield, I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach.

I'll be back at the law next time. MBA.

Mr. Mccora,

open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba, it's David Copperfield.

[Music]

Is it possible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the porn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap, any

friend of Copperfields is a friend of

Rickkins.

My dear, there is a gentleman here

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love. Oh,

Lord. Oh, can it really be? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps have surmised

Mrs. McCorb is in a state of health. But

when does it not wholly improbable that

there will soon be an addition to the

infantine group? In short, she is

expecting It is a happy event, the one

that strains Mr. McCorba's already

depleted resources.

But I know he will, as always, rise to

the challenge. We must celebrate. Will

you come to dinner at my rooms next

week? Oh, a noble and generous

proposition.

Does Mr. Barkers still go over to

Blundersstone man. They do. But his bag

for the romantics. I want to see an old

house.

The rrookery. I think it's called.

My darling boy. Peggy.

It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master David.

What was the name? I wrote up in the

cart, sir. We had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time, Mr. Barkas.

I don't regret it.

CP Barkas is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkers, she deserves. am more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

I am sorry to hear it. Very poor indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkus has grown a little nearer with

time.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

Emily,

[Music]

I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so to me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man,

to lead a peaceful life. Once you are

married, all these worries and fears

will fall away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her. But you might never come here

again. I don't know about that.

I find I've taken a fancy to the place

as she must be newly rigged though. I'm

leaving Litma behind to see it done.

I've decided to give her a new name. The

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey. Not

what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head be

completely turned.

Goodbye, Megatine. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you. What

news? I'm going to be married. Only the

lady in question doesn't know it yet.

Who is she? Dora. Her name's Dora. My

dad

[Music]

steer I wish to God I'd had a judicious

father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all.

If anything should ever separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Promise me, can't

you?

Remember me at my best.

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you, Steerforth.

I cannot.

[Music]

How is he, Peggy? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a mass baby

and calm and kind.

Bacus, my dear.

Here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's going out with a tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's pretty high out.

[Music]

Barkus, my dear.

[Music]

CP barkers.

No better woman anywhere.

[Music]

Barkers

is willing.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

I've um looked over Mr. Barkcus' will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

3,000 leaves interest of 1,000 to Mr.

Peggy

and the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

Mr. Litma

[Music]

I had a person to live with him as has

had money left. Oh, things go too

contrary with me. I better be a

riddance. Well, how should I spend it

without you? Don't I want you now more?

Oh, no. That was never wanted before.

And now I'm told so. How could I expect

to be wanted being so lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I die for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

What?

How did this happen?

Eat it, sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve, see this? I shall be far

away, never to return unless he brings

me back a lady.

try to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week.

more. It was out this afternoon on the

Norwich road. Only now his master was

with him. Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

[Music]

Shwood,

we have a visitor.

[Applause]

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another we are as well to do as well

could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Welcome Mccora,

magistrate, writer, faint public orator

and manager of the Port Middle Bay Bank,

was fated at a public dinner this

Thursday last. Far be it from us to

follow our distinguished townsman

through the smoothly flowing periods of

his polished and highly allnight

address. The Lord Chancellor turned to

me and said, "By God, Mccora, you're

right. The law must be changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding pecunary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known,

my lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

[Music]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

[Music]

What would

[Music]

Can I help you, ma'am?

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Betsy

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. My poor husband's aunt. Well, now

you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you, I suppose. Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh, no. Don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know, I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

See, you are too young. He ignored me.

Fancied himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead, and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon. I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. Die?

Certainly not. Have some tea. But

where's that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? Peggy.

Peggy.

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Peggy? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her by it

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having the baby. Should I s the

doctor mouth?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps boy, it'll be a girl.

Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Oh, stop that now.

You'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all.

[Music]

Oh my god.

[Music]

Well, well, we are progressing, Mom, but

slowly.

[Music]

All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit habit

habitation. Davey habitation

where I was. I yet knew not whether on

[Music]

Oh,

Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only 5 minutes, mind.

Put a bulb in there.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

What's a nice little rip? Sure. Go on.

But a chill wind was already rising, and

the golden summer of my innocence was

about to be blown away. Davey, say good

morning to Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit.

Until tomorrow, Mrs. Copperfield.

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. What are

your manners?

A stranger or soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. Ma'am, very agreeable

change indeed.

[Music]

You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us ready.

Here we go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joe was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Beckerty?

I'm dead.

But little Emily, she's your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead. Mr. Peggy

dead. Haven't you any children of your

own? Not him, Davey. He ain't married.

Why isn't Mrs. Gumage your wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the olden,

a few year back. Grounded, Mr. Beetty.

[Music]

She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. Damn. I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My troubles make me contrary

d. I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I am. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Mrs. Gummage. I do.

She's thinking of the old. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gummage, Davey. I never

know anyone who so much enjoyed being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Payton must be a very good man.

He's better than good. If he was a lady,

I'd give him a waste coat, diamond

buttons, a large gold watch, and a bag

full of money.

Emily

Emily, take care.

I'm only frightening when the wind

blows. Then I lie away thinking I can

jump down and ham out at sea crying for

help. That's why I want to be a lady.

I'll keep him safe on land when stormy

weather came. Her words echo to me down

the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child

too and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Peggy treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers and of course in my

childish way I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks I had scarcely

thought of my own home at all. Let's

always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that. But you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. The box is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

[Music]

failed.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day.

And now the people in it pass away.

We all have to learn it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she Was she well? Yes, sir.

Because it um griefs me to tell you that

I hear this morning that your mother is

very ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well for a long time.

She sank a little every day

till she knew she was dying. And a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms.

and bury us together.

The sun was rising when

when she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me nearer to you, for your face

seems far off."

I put my arm

under her head to hold her up.

And she smiled then,

closed her eyes.

Never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home. Your services are no

longer required, Mistress Becketty.

You may take a month's warning.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

[Music]

What do you see before you be a warning

copper field? Annual income 20.

Annual expenditure 1919 19 and6 result

happiness.

Annual income 20.

Annual expenditure 20 nothing and six.

Result misery. The blossom is blighted.

The leaf is withered. You are in short

flattened.

[Music]

Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own,

Copperfield. You're beyond Mr. Merstone.

I mean, Mr. Mstone hates me. I have no

one else. Well, there is an aunt who

lives over. She hasn't seen me since I

was a baby, and I don't think she'd want

to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you. Wilkins. Who is my dear? Our debts

are settled. You are a free man again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancellor has

finally acknowledged a grave miscarriage

of justice. I wrote to him personally.

You understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough. There's something wrong, aunt. A

cold feeling just came over me trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject, and I'm bound

to respect them. They are immovable on

the issue. I can't let you spend so

much. Trot, you are my adopted son. My

one aim is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot good? Yes. Trot wood. I shan

be able to hold on to these rooms

another day. My last young gentleman was

quite delighted with him. If he'd had

any choice, he'd never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. They're near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentlemen. And I can

assure you,

Peppermint Cordial, you understand? For

my spasms,

the furniture is rather faded. Is it the

last occupants? It is, Mom. What became

of him if he was so fond of the place?

He was took ill and yes.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister, Betsy Trotwood, would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

[Music]

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

[Music]

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crop's discomfort. I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copperfall. When there's a young lady in

the case, Skittles is healthy. By birth,

does good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Marriiah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person, Mr.

Copperfield.

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you left

chocolate.

Car is to make Uriah his problem.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell your heap what I think

of his. Promise me you do nothing to

offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace, Mr.

Copperfield. I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach. You won't. I'll be back at

the law next time. MBA.

Mr. McCorba,

open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba, it's David Copperfield.

[Music]

Is it possible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the porn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap. Any

friend of Copperfields is a friend of

Rickkins.

Hey dear, there is a gentleman here.

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love. Oh,

Lord. Oh, Kenneth, really? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps have surmised.

Mrs. McCorb is in a state of health. But

when is it not wholly improbable that

there will soon be an addition to the

infantine group? In short, she is

expecting It is a happy event, though

one that strains Mr. McCorba's already

depleted resources, but I know he will,

as always, rise to the challenge. We

must celebrate. Will you come to dinner

at my rooms next week? Oh, a noble and

generous proposition.

Does Mr. Barker still go over to

Blundersstone, man? He do, but he's buy

the bed for the room. I want to see an

old house.

The rrookery, I think it's called.

My darling boy. Pegging.

[Music]

It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master David.

What was the name I wrote up in the

cart? Sir, we had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time, Mr. Barkas.

I don't regret it.

CP Barkas is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkers, she deserves and more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

I am sorry to hear it. Very poor indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkus has grown a little nearer with

time.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

Emily,

[Music]

I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so to me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man.

to lead a peaceful life. Once you are

married, all these worries and fears

will fall away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her. But you might never come here

again. I don't know about that. I find

I've taken a fancy to the place. She

must been newly rigged, though. I'm

leaving Litma behind to see it done.

I decided to give her a new name. The

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey. Not

what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head

completely turned.

Goodbye, Pigotine. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you. What

news? I'm going to be married. What?

Only the lady in question doesn't know

it yet. Who is she? Dora. Her name's

Dora. My darling boy.

[Music]

Steer forceful. I wish to God I'd had a

judicious father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all. If anything should ever

separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Just promise me,

can't you?

Remember me at my best.

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you. Steer forth. I

cannot.

[Music]

How is he, Pegoty? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a mass, baby.

And calm and kind.

Bus, my dear,

here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's going out with a tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's pretty high out.

[Music]

Barkers, my dear.

[Music]

CP Barkers,

no better woman anywhere.

[Music]

Parkers

is willing.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

I've um looked over Mr. Barkcus' will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

£3,000? He leaves interest in 1,000 to

Mr. Pegy.

And the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

[Music]

I ain't a person to live with him as has

had money left. Oh, things go too

contrary with me. I better be a

riddance. Well, how should I spend it

without you? Don't I want you now or

never? Oh, no. I was never wanted before

and now I'm told so. How could I expect

to be wanted being so lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I died for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

When

How did this happen?

Eat it, sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve see this, I shall be far

away, never to return unless he brings

me back a lady.

try to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week.

more. They was out this afternoon on the

Norwich road. Only now his master was

with him. Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

[Music]

Sean Wood,

we have a visitor.

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another? We are as well to do as

well could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Welcome Mccora,

magistrate, writer, faint public orator

and manager of the Port Middle Bay Bank,

was fated at a public dinner this

Thursday last. Far be it from us to

follow our distinguished townsman

through the smoothly flowing periods of

his polished and highly allnight

address. The Lord Chancellor turned to

me and said, "By God, Mccorba, you're

right. The law must be changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding pecunary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known.

My lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

[Music]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

[Music]

What would that

[Music]

Can I help you, ma'am?

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Betsy

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. Oh, my poor husband's aunt. Yeah.

Well, now you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you, I suppose. Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh no, don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know, I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

See, you are too young. He ignored me.

Fancied himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead, and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon. I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. die.

Certainly not. Have some tea. Where's

that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? Peggy.

Peggy.

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Peggoty? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her by it

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having the baby. Should I s the

doctor, Mom?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps, boy. It'll be a

girl. Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Oh, stop that now.

You'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all.

[Music]

Oh my god.

[Music]

Well, well, we are progressing, Mom, but

slowly.

[Music]

All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit habit

habitation. Davey habitation.

Where I was, I yet knew not whether

[Music]

Oh,

Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only 5 minutes, mind.

Put a bulb in there.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

That's a nice old rip. Sure. Go on. But

a chill wind was already rising, and the

golden summer of my innocence was about

to be blown away. Davey, say good

morning to Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit. Until tomorrow, Mrs.

Copperfield.

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. What are

your manners?

A stranger or soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. Ma'am, very agreeable

change indeed.

[Music]

You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us ready.

Here you go,

Mr. Peggy. Did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joe was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Becky?

I'm dead.

But little Emily, she's your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead. Mr. Peggy

Dad. Haven't you any children of your

own? Not him, Davey. He ain't married.

Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the olden,

a few year back. Ground dead, Mr.

Beetty.

[Music]

She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. Dan, I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My troubles make me contrary.

D, I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I ain't. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Mrs. Gummage. I do.

She's thankful of the old. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gummage, Davey. I never

know anyone who so much enjoyed being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Payton must be a very good man.

He's better than good. If he was a lady,

I'd give him a waste coat, a diamond

buttons, a large gold watch, and a bag

full of money.

Emily,

Emily, take her.

I'm only praying when the wind blows.

Then I lie awake, thinking I can jump

from Dan and Ham out at sea, crying for

help. That's why I want to be a lady.

I'll keep him safe on land when stormy

weather came. The words echo to me down

the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child

too and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Pegetty treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers, and of course, in my

childish way, I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks, I had

scarcely thought of my own home at all.

Let's always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that. But you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. Barks is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

[Music]

cup.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day

and the people in it pass away.

We all have to learn it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

Was she well? Yes, sir.

Because it um griefs me to tell you that

this morning that your mother is very

ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well for a long time.

She sank a little every day

till she knew she was dying. And a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising

when she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me nearer to you, for your face

seems far off.

I put my arm

under her head to hold her up

and she smiled then,

closed her eyes

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home. Your services are no

longer required, Mistress Pegy.

You may take a month's warning.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

[Music]

What you see before you be a warning

copper field and you link Income £20.

Annual expenditure 1919 19 and6 result

happiness.

Annual income 20

annual expenditure 20 nothing and six

result misery. The blossom is blighted.

The leaf is withered. You are in short

flattened.

[Music]

Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own. Copperfield

beyond Mr. Merstone. Mr. Mstone hates

me. I have no one else. Well, there is

an aunt who lives in Dover. She hasn't

seen me since I was a baby, and I don't

think she'd want to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you. Wilkins. Who is Lord? My dear, our

debts are settled. You're a free man

again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancellor has

finally acknowledged a grave miscarriage

of justice. I wrote to him personally.

You understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough. There's something wrong, aunt. A

cold feeling just came over me trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject, and I'm bound

to respect them. They are immovable on

the issue. I can't let you spend so

much. Trot, you are my adopted son. My

one aim is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot? Good. Yes, I shan be able to

hold on to these rooms another day. My

last young gentleman was quite delighted

with him. If he'd had any choice, he'd

never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. They're near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentlemen. And I can

assure you,

Peppermint Cordial, you understand? For

my spasms,

the furniture is rather faded. Is it the

last occupants? It is, Mom. What became

of him if he was so fond of the place?

He was took ill and yes.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister, Betsy Trotwood, would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

[Music]

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

[Music]

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crop's discomfort. I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copperfall. When there's a young lady in

the case, Skittles is healthy. Diverse

mind does good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Mariah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person, Mr.

Copperfield.

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you left.

The power is to make Uriah his plumber.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good life to tell Uriah heap what I

think of his. Promise me you do nothing

to offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace, Mr.

Copperfield. I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach. You won't. I'll be back at

the law next time. MBA.

Mr. Mccora,

open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba, it's David Copperfield.

[Music]

Is it possible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the porn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap, any

friend of Copperfields is a friend of

Rickkins.

Hey dear, there is a gentleman here.

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love. Oh,

Lord. Oh, Kenneth, really? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps surmised.

Mrs. McCorb is in a state of health.

Wendes, it's not wholly improbable that

there will soon be an addition to the

infantine group. In short, she is

expecting It is a happy event, though

one that strains Mr. McCorba's already

depleted resources, but I know he will,

as always, rise to the challenge. We

must celebrate. Will you come to dinner

at my rooms next week? Oh, a noble and

generous proposition.

Does Mr. Barker still go over to

Blundersstone, man? He do, but he's buy

the bed for the room. I want to see an

old house.

The rrookery, I think it's called.

My darling boy. Peggy.

It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master David.

What was the name I wrote up in the

cart? Sir, we had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time. Mr. Barkis,

I don't regret it.

CB Barkas is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkers, she deserves and more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

I am sorry to hear it. Very poor indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkus has grown a little nearer with

time.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

Emily,

[Music]

I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so to me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man.

to lead a peaceful life. Once you are

married, all these worries and fears

will fall away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her. But you might never come here

again. I don't know about that. I find

I've taken a fancy to the place. She

must been newly rigged, though. I'm

leaving Litma behind to see it done.

I've decided to give her a new name, the

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey. Not

what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head be

completely turned.

Goodbye, Peggy. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you. What

news? I'm going to be married. What?

Only the lady in question doesn't know

it yet. Who is she? Dora? Her name's

Dora? My darling boy.

Dora.

[Music]

Stefs, I wish to God I'd had a judicious

father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all.

If anything should ever separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Just promise me,

can't you

remember me at my best?

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you, Steerforth.

I cannot.

[Music]

How is he, Peggy? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a mass baby

and calm and kind.

Barkas, my dear.

Here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's going out with a tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's freing out.

[Music]

Barkers, my dear

[Music]

CP Barkers,

no bet woman anywhere.

[Music]

Parkers

is willing.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

I've um looked over Mr. Barkcus' will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

£3,000? Leaves interest in 1,000 to Mr.

Peggy.

And the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

[Music]

I ain't a person to live with them as

has had money left. Oh, things go too

contrary with me. I better be a

riddance. Well, how should I spend it

without you? Don't I want you now more?

Oh, no. I was never wanted before and

now I'm told so. How could I expect to

be wanted being so lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I die for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

When

How did this happen?

He did sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve see this, I shall be far

away never to return unless he brings me

back a lady.

try to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week.

more. They was out this afternoon on the

Norwich road. Only now his master was

with him. Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

[Music]

Seanwood,

we have a visitor.

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another? We are as well to do as

well could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Welcome Mccora,

magistrate, writer, faint public auditor

and manager of the Port Middle Bay Bank,

was fated at a public dinner this

Thursday last. Far be it from us to

follow our distinguished townsman

through the smoothly flowing periods of

his polished and highly ornight address.

The Lord Chancellor turned to me and

said, "By God, Mccorba, you're right.

The law must be changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding pecunary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known,

my lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

[Music]

[Applause]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

[Music]

What would

[Music]

Can I help you, ma'am?

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Betsy

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. My poor husband's aunt. Yeah. Well,

now you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you, I suppose. Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh no, don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know, I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

You are too young. He ignored me.

Fancied himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead, and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon. I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. die.

Certainly not. Have some tea. Where's

that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? A pegoty.

Peggy?

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Peggoty? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her by it

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having the baby. Should I s the

doctor

now? From the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps, boy. It'll be a

girl. Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Oh, stop that now.

You'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all. Oh, God.

[Music]

Oh my god.

[Music]

Well, well, we are progressing, Mom.

Slowly.

[Music]

All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit habit

habitation. Davey habitation.

Where I was, I yet knew not. Whether on

the continent

[Music]

Oh,

Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only 5 minutes, mind.

Put a bulb in there.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

That's a nice little one. But a chill

wind was already rising and the golden

summer of my innocence was about to be

blown away. Davey, say good morning to

Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit.

Until tomorrow, Mrs. Copperfield.

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. What are

your manners?

A stranger or soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. M. Very agreeable

change indeed.

[Music]

You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us ready.

There you go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joe was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Beckerty?

And dead.

But little Emily, she's your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead. Mr. Peggy.

Dame dead. Haven't you any children of

your own? Not him, Davey. He ain't

married. Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your

wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the olden,

a few year back. Ground dead, Mr.

Beetty.

[Music]

She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. Dan, I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My troubles make me contrary.

D, I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I am. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Mrs. G stomach. I do.

She's thinking of the old. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gummage, Davey. I never

know anyone who soon left being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Payton must be a very good man.

He's better than good. If he was a lady,

I'd give him a waste coat, diamond

buttons, a large gold watch, and a bag

full of money.

Emily,

Emily, take her.

I'm only praying when the wind blows.

Then I lie away, thinking I can jump

from Dan and Ham out at sea, crying for

help. That's why I want to be a lady.

I'll keep him safe on land when stormy

weather came. Her words echo to me down

the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child

too and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Pegetty treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers, and of course, in my

childish way, I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks, I had

scarcely thought of my own home at all.

Let's always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that. But you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. Barks is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

[Music]

failed.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day

and the people in it pass away.

We all have to learn it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

Was she well? Yes, sir.

Because it um griefs me to tell you that

this morning that your mother is very

ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well for a long time.

She sank a little every day

until she knew she was dying. And a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising when

when she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me nearer to you, for your face

seems far off.

I put my arm

under her head to hold her up

and she smiled then,

closed her eyes

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home. Your services are no

longer required, Mistress Peggy.

You may take a month's warning.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

[Music]

What you see before you be a warning

copper field and you link Income £20.

Annual expenditure 1919 19 and6 result

happiness.

Annual income 20

annual expenditure 20 nothing and six

result misery. The blossom is blighted.

The leaf is withered. You are in short

flattened.

[Music]

Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own. Copperfield

beyond Mr. Merstone. Emmy Mr. Mstone

hates me. I have no one else. Well,

there is an aunt who lives in Dover. She

hasn't seen me since I was a baby, and I

don't think she'd want to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you. Wilkins. audience. Lord, my dear,

our debts are settled. You are a free

man again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancellor has

finally acknowledged a grave miscarriage

of justice. I wrote to him personally.

You understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough. There's something wrong, aunt. A

cold feeling just came over me trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject, and I'm bound

to respect them. They are immovable on

the issue. I can't let you spend so

much. Trot, you are my adopted son. My

one aim is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot good? Yes, the tro. I shan be

able to hold on to these rooms another

day. My last young gentleman was quite

delighted with him. If he'd had any

choice, he'd never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. They're near the top of the

house.

Oh, but it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentlemen. And I can

assure you,

Peppermint Cordial, you understand? For

my spasms,

the furniture is rather faded. Is it the

last occupants? It is, Mom. What became

of him if he was so fond of the place?

He was took ill and yes.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister, Betsy Trotwood, would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

[Music]

La.

[Music]

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crop's discomfort. I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copperfall. When there's a young lady in

the case, Skittles is healthy. Diverse

mind does good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party. Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Marriiah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person, Mr.

Copperfield.

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you moved up

toward

power is to make Uriah his plumber.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell Uriah he what I think

of is the promise me you do nothing to

offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace, Mr.

Copperfield. I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach. You won't. I'll be back at

the law next time. MBA.

Mr. McCorba,

open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. Mccora, it's David Copperfield.

[Music]

Is it possible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the porn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap. Any

friend of Copperfields is a friend of

Rickkins.

My dear, there is a gentleman here.

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love. Oh,

Lord. Oh, Kenneth, really? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps have surmised.

Mrs. McCorb is in a state of health. But

when does it not wholly improbable that

there will soon be an addition to the

infantine group? In short, she is

expecting It is a happy event, though

one that strains Mr. McCorba's already

depleted resources, but I know he will,

as always, rise to the challenge. We

must celebrate. Will you come to dinner

at my rooms next week? Oh, a noble and

generous proposition.

Does Mr. Barker still go over to

Blundersstone? Man, you do. But is there

a bed for the room? I want to see an old

house.

The rrookery, I think it's called.

My darling boy. Peggy.

[Music]

It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master. Dave,

what was the name I wrote up in the

cart? Sir, we had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time. Mr. Barkis,

I don't regret it.

CP Barkas is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkers, she deserves and more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

And I am sorry to hear it. Very poor

indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkus has grown a little nearer with

time.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

Emily,

[Music]

I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so to me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man.

to lead a peaceful life. Once you are

married, all these worries and fears

will fall away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her.

But you might never come here again. I

don't know about that. I find I've taken

a fancy to the place. She must be newly

rigged, though. I'm leaving Litma behind

to see it done.

I've decided to give her a new name. The

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey.

Not what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head be

completely turn.

Goodbye, Peggy. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you. What

news? I'm going to be married. What?

Only the lady in question doesn't know

it yet. Who is she? Dora. Her name's

Dora. My darling. Boy,

[Music]

Ste. I wish to God I'd had a judicious

father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all.

If anything should ever separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Just promise me.

Can't you

remember me at my best?

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you, Steerforth.

I cannot.

[Music]

How is he, Peggy? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a mass baby.

And calm and kind.

Bus, my dear,

here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's going out with a tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's freing out.

[Music]

Barkers, my dear.

[Music]

CP Barkers,

no bet woman anywhere.

[Music]

Parkers

is willing.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

I've um looked over Mr. Barkas's will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

£3,000? He leaves interest in 1,000 to

Mr. Peggy

and the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

[Music]

I ain't a person to live with him as has

had money left. Oh, things go too

contrary with me. I better be a

riddance. Well, how should I spend it

without you? Don't I want you now more?

Oh, no. I was never wanted before. And

now I'm told so. How could I expect to

be wanted being so lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I died for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

When

How did this happen?

Eat it, sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve see this, I shall be far

away, never to return unless he brings

me back a lady.

try to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week.

more. He was out this afternoon on the

Norwich road. Only now his master was

with him. Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

[Music]

Sean Woodward,

we have a visitor.

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another? We are as well to do as

well could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Welcome Mccora,

magistrate, writer, faint public auditor

and manager of the Port Middle Bay Bank,

was fated at a public dinner this

Thursday last. Far be it from us to

follow our distinguished townsman

through the smoothly flowing periods of

his polished and highly ornight address.

The Lord Chancellor turned to me and

said, "By God, Mccorba, you're right.

The law must be changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding pecunary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known,

my lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

[Music]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

[Music]

[Music]

Can I help you, ma'am?

[Music]

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Pepsi

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. My poor husband's aunt. Yeah. Well,

now you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you. I suppose Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh no, don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

You are too young. He ignored me.

Fancied himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead, and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon? I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. Die?

Certainly not. Have some tea. Where's

that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? A pegoty.

Peggy?

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Peg? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her by

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having a baby. Should I s the

doctor?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps, boy, it'll be a

girl. Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Oh, stop that. No,

you'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all. Oh,

[Music]

my heart.

[Music]

Well, well, we are progressing, Mom, but

slowly.

[Music]

All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit habit

habitation. Davey habitation.

Where I was, I yet knew not. Whether on

the continent

[Music]

Oh,

Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only 5 minutes, mind.

Put a bulb in here.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

That's a nice old rip. I'm sure.

But a chill wind was already rising, and

the golden summer of my innocence was

about to be blown away. Davey, say good

morning to Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit. Until tomorrow, Mrs.

Scarperfield.

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. Where

are your manners?

A stranger or soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. M. Very agreeable

change indeed.

[Music]

You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us ready.

Here we go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joe was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Pegy?

And dead?

But little Emily, she's your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead. Mr. Peggy

Dad. How much you any children of your

own? Not him, Davey. He ain't married.

Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the olden,

a few year back. Ground dead, Mr.

Beagetty.

[Music]

She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. Dan, I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My troubles make me contrary.

D, I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I am. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Mrs. Gummage. I do.

She's thinking of the old. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gummage, Davey. I never

know anyone who so much enjoyed being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Payton must be a very good man.

He's better than good. If he was a lady,

I'd give him a waste coat, diamond

buttons, a large gold watch, and a bag

full of money.

Emily,

Emily, take her.

I'm only praying when the wind blows.

Then I lie awake, thinking I can jump

from Dan and Ham out at sea crying for

help. That's why I want to be a lady.

I'll keep him safe on land when stormy

weather came. The words echo to me down

the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child

too and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Pegetty treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers, and of course, in my

childish way, I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks, I had

scarcely thought of my own home at all.

Let's always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that. But you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. Barks is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

[Music]

cup failed.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day

and the people in it pass away.

But we all have to learn it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

Was she well? Yes, sir.

Because it um griefs me to tell you that

this morning that your mother is very

ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well for a long time.

She sank a little every day

until she knew she was dying. And a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising

when she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me near to you for your face seems

far off.

And I put my arm

under her head to hold her up

and she smiled then,

closed her eyes

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home. Your services are no

longer required, Mistress Becketty.

You may take a month's warning.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

[Music]

you. What you see before you be a

warming copper field. Annual income 20

annual expenditure 1919 19 and6 result

happiness.

Annual income 20

annual expenditure 20 nothing and six

result misery. The blossom is blighted.

The leaf is withered. You are in short

flattened.

I went to the prison every day and did

what I could for him and his family, but

I had barely enough to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

No close family of your own. Copperfield

beyond Mr. Merstone. Emmy Mr. Mstone

hates me. I have no one else. Well,

there is an aunt who lives in Dova. She

hasn't seen me since I was a baby. And I

don't think she'd want to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you. Wilkins. Wilkins. Lord, there our

debts are settled. You're a free man

again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancellor has

finally acknowledged a grave miscarriage

of justice. I wrote to him personally.

You understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough. There's something wrong. Aunt, a

cold feeling just came over me trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject and I'm bound to

respect them. They are immovable on the

issue. I can't let you spend so much.

Trot, you are my adopted son. My one aim

is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot good? Yes, the tro. I shan be

able to hold on to these rooms another

day. My last young gentleman was quite

delighted with him. If he'd had any

choice, he'd never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. They're near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentlemen. And I can

assure you,

Peppermint Cordial, you understand? For

my spasms,

the furniture is rather faded. Is it the

last occupants? It is, Mom. What became

of him if he was so fond of the place?

He was took ill and Yes.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister, Betsy Trotwood, would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

[Music]

La.

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

[Music]

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crup's discomfort. I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copperfall. When there's a young lady in

the case, Skittles is healthy. Diverse

mind does good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Mariah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person. Master

Copperfield.

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you moved up

toward

power is to make Uriah his plea.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell Uriah heap what I

think of his. Promise me you do nothing

to offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace, Mr.

Copperfield, I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach. You won't. I'll be back at

the law next time. Morba.

Mr. McCorba,

open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba, it's David Copperfield.

[Music]

Is it possible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the porn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap. Any

friend of Copperfields is a friend of

Rickens.

Hey dear, there is a gentleman here.

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love. Oh,

Lord. Oh, can it really be? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps have surmised.

Mrs. The Corb is in a state of health,

that wenders, it's not wholly improbable

that there will soon be an addition to

the infantine group. In short, she is

expecting It is a happy event, though

one that strains Mr. McCorba's already

depleted resources, but I know he will,

as always, rise to the challenge. We

must celebrate. Will you come to dinner

at my rooms next week? Oh, a noble and

generous proposition.

Does Mr. Barker still go over to

Blundersstone? Man, you do. But is there

bad for the room? I want to see an old

house.

The rrookery, I think it's called.

My darling boy. Peggy.

[Music]

It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master. Dave,

what was the name I wrote up in the

cart? Sir, we had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time. Mr. Barkis,

I don't regret it.

CP Barkas is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkers, she deserves and more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

I am sorry to hear it. Very poor indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkas has grown a little nearer with

time.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

Emily,

[Music]

I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so to me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man.

to lead a peaceful life. Once you are

married, all these worries and fears

will fall away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her.

But you might never come here again. I

don't know about that. I find I've taken

a fancy to the place. She must be newly

rigged, though. I'm leaving Litma behind

to see it done.

I've decided to give her a new name. The

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey.

Not what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head be

completely turned.

Goodbye, Pegoty. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you. What

news? I'm going to be married. What?

Only the lady in question doesn't know

it yet. Who is she? Dora. Her name's

Dora. My darling boy.

Dora.

[Music]

Steer forceful. I wish to God I'd had a

judicious father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all.

If anything should ever separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Just promise me.

Can't you

remember me at my best?

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you, Steerforth.

I cannot.

[Music]

How is he, Peggy? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a mass baby

and calm and kind.

Bacus, my dear.

Here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's going out with a tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's threatening eye out.

[Music]

Barkas, my dear.

[Music]

CP Barkus,

no bet woman anywhere.

[Music]

Barkers

is willing.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

I've um looked over Mr. Barkas's will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

£3,000? He leaves interest in 1,000 to

Mr. Peggy

and the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

[Music]

I ain't a person to live with him as had

money left. Oh, things go too contrary

with me. I better be a riddance. Well,

how should I spend it without you? Don't

I want you now more? Oh, no. I was never

wanted before. And now I'm told so. How

could I expect to be wanted being so

lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I died for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

When

How did this happen?

Eat it, sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve see this, I shall be far

away, never to return unless he brings

me back a lady.

try to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week.

more. They was out this afternoon on the

Norwich road. Only now his master was

with him. Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

[Music]

Sean Woodward,

we have a visitor.

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another? We are as well to do as

well could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Wilkins McCorba, magistrate, writer,

faint public auditor and manager of the

Port Middle Bay Bank, was fated at a

public dinner this Thursday last. Far be

it from us to follow our distinguished

townsman through the smoothly flowing

periods of his polished and highly

ornight address. The Lord Chancellor

turned to me and said, "By God, Mccorba,

you're right. The law must be changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding pecunary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known.

My lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

[Music]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

[Music]

[Music]

Can I help you, ma'am?

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Pepsi

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. Oh, my poor husband's aunt. Yeah.

Well, now you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you. I suppose Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh, no. Don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

You are too young. He ignored me.

Fancied himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon? I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. Die?

Certainly not. Have some tea. The

weather's a girl of yours.

What does she call herself? A pegoty.

Peggy?

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Pegy? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her by

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having a baby. Should I s the

doctor?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps, boy, it'll be a

girl. Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Stop that. No,

you'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all. Oh,

[Music]

please.

Oh my god.

[Music]

Well, well, we are progressing, Mom.

Slowly.

[Music]

All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit. Habitate

habitation. Davey habitation.

Where I was, I yet knew not, whether on

the continent or

[Music]

Oh,

Daisy should be in bed now now. Oh,

please, Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only 5 minutes, mind.

Put a bob in here.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

That's a nice little rip. I'm sure.

But a chill wind was already rising, and

the golden summer of my innocence was

about to be blown away. Davey, say good

morning to Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit. Until tomorrow, Mrs.

Copperfield.

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. Where

are your manners?

A stranger or a soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. Ma'am, very agreeable

change indeed.

[Music]

You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us rally.

There you go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joe was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Peggy?

And dead?

But little Emily, she's your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead. Mr. Peggy.

Dame dead. Haven't you any children of

your own? Not him, Davey. He ain't

married. Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your

wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the olden,

a few year back. Ground dead, Mr.

Beagerty.

[Music]

She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. Dan, I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My troubles make me contrary.

D, I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I am. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Mrs. Gummage. I do.

She's thinking of the old. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gummage, Davey. I never

know anyone who left being miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Payton must be a very good man.

He's better than good. If he was a lady,

I'd give him a waste coat, diamond

buttons, a large gold watch, and a bag

full of money.

Emily,

Emily, take her.

I'm only praying when the wind blows.

Then I lie awake, thinking I can Dan and

Ham out at sea, crying for help. That's

why I want to be a lady. I'll keep him

safe on land when stormy weather came.

The words echo to me down the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child

too and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Peggy treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers, and of course, in my

childish way, I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks, I had

scarcely thought of my own home at all.

Let's always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that. But you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. Barks is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

[Music]

a failed one.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day

and the people in it pass away.

We all have to learn it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

Was she well? Yes, sir.

Because it um grieves me to tell you

that this morning that your mother is

very ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well for a long time.

She sank a little every day

until she knew she was dying. And a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising when

she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me nearer to you, for your face

seems far off.

And I put my arm

under her head to hold her up.

And she smiled then,

closed her eyes,

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home. Your services are no

longer required, Mistress Peggy.

You may take a month's warning.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

[Music]

What you see before you be a warning

copper field and you link Income £20.

Annual expenditure 1919 and six. Result

happiness.

Annual income 20.

Annual expenditure 20 nothing and six.

Result misery. The blossom is blighted.

The leaf is withered. You are in short

flattened.

[Music]

Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own,

Copperfield? You're beyond Mr. Merstone.

Emmy, Mr. Mstone hates me. I have no one

else. Well, there is an aunt who lives

in Dova, and she hasn't seen me since I

was a baby, and I don't think she'd want

to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you, Wilkins. audience. Lord, my dear,

our debts are settled. You are a free

man again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancellor has

finally acknowledged a grave miscarriage

of justice. I wrote to him personally.

You understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough.

Something wrong. Aunt, a cold feeling

just came over me trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject, and I'm bound

to respect them. They are immovable on

the issue. I can't let you spend so

much. Trot, you are my adopted son. My

one aim is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot good? Yes, the trot would shan

be able to hold on to these rooms

another day. My last young gentleman was

quite delighted with him. If he'd had

any choice, he'd never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. So, near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentlemen. And I can

assure you,

Peppermint Cordial, you understand? For

my spasms,

the furniture is rather faded. Is it the

last occupants? It is, Mom.

What became of him if he was so fond of

the place? He was took ill and Yes.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister, Betsy Trotwood, would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

[Music]

La.

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crop's discomfort. I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copperfall. When there's a young lady in

the case, Skittles is healthy. Diverse

am good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Mariah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person. Master

Copperfield.

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you

power is to make Uriah his plea.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell Uriah heap what I

think of is the promise me you do

nothing to offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace, Mr.

Copperfield. I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach. You won't. I'll be back at

the law next time. Morba.

Mr. McCorba,

open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba, it's David Copperfield.

[Music]

Is it impossible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the porn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap. Any

friend of Copperfields? He's a friend of

Wilkins.

Hey dear, there is a gentleman here.

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love. Oh,

Lord. Oh, can it really be? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps surmised.

Mrs. The Corb is in a state of health,

which is it not wholly improbable that

there will soon be an addition to the

infantine group. In short, she is

expecting It is a happy event, though

one that strains Mr. McCorba's already

depleted resources, but I know he will,

as always, rise to the challenge. We

must celebrate. Will you come to dinner

at my rooms next week? Oh, a noble and

generous proposition.

Does Mr. Barker still go over to

Blundersstone? Man, you do. But is the

bed for the room? I want to see an old

house.

The rookery, I think it's called.

My darling boy. Peggy.

[Music]

It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master. Dave,

what was the name I wrote up in the

cart? Sir, we had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time. Mr. Barkis,

I don't regret it.

CP Barkers is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkers, she deserves and more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

I am sorry to hear it. Very poor indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkus has grown a little nearer with

time.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

Emily,

[Music]

I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so to me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man.

to lead a peaceful life. Once you are

married, all these worries and fears

will fall away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her.

But you might never come here again. I

don't know about that. I find I've taken

a fancy to the place. She must be newly

rigged, though. I'm leaving Litma behind

to see it done.

I've decided to give her a new name, the

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey.

Not what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head be

completely turned.

Goodbye, Pegoty. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you. What

news? I'm going to be married. What?

Only the lady in question doesn't know

it yet. Who is she? Dora? Her name's

Dora. My darling boy.

[Music]

Stefs, I wish to God I'd had a judicious

father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all.

If anything should ever separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Just promise me,

can't you

remember me at my best?

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you, Steerforth.

I cannot.

[Music]

Where is he, Peggy? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a master Davy

and calm and kind.

Barkas, my dear,

here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's going out with a tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's freaking night out.

[Music]

Barkas my dear

[Music]

CP Barkas

don't bet woman anywhere.

[Music]

Barkers

is willing.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

I've um looked over Mr. Barkcus' will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

£3,000? He leaves interest in 1,000 to

Mr. Peggy

and the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

[Music]

I ain't a person to live with him as had

money left. Oh, things go too contrary

with me. I better be a riddance. Well,

how should I spend it without you? Don't

I want you now more? Oh, no. I was never

wanted before. And now I'm told so. How

could I expect to be wanted being so

lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I died for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

When

How did this happen?

Eat it, sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve see this, I shall be far

away, never to return unless he brings

me back a lady.

try to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week

and more.

He was out this afternoon on the Norwich

road. Only now his master was with him.

Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

[Music]

Shwood,

we have a visitor.

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another? We are as well to do as

well could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Wilkins McCorba, magistrate, writer,

faint public orator and manager of the

Port Middle Bay Bank, was fated at a

public dinner this Thursday last. Far be

it from us to follow our distinguished

townsman through the smoothly flowing

periods of his polished and highly

ornight address. The Lord Chancellor

turned to me and said, "By God, Mccorba,

you're right. The law must be changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding pecunary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known,

my lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

[Music]

[Applause]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

[Music]

[Music]

Can I help you, ma'am?

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Pepsi

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. My poor husband's aunt. Yeah. Well,

now you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you. I suppose Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh no, don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

You are too young. He ignored me.

Fancied himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon? I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. Die?

Certainly not. Have some tea. Where's

that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? A pegoty.

Peggy?

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Pegy? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her back

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having a baby. Should I s the

doctor?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps, boy, it'll be a

girl. Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Oh, stop that. No,

you'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all. Oh,

[Music]

my heart.

[Music]

Well, well, we are progressing, Mom.

Slowly.

[Music]

All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit habit

habitation. Davey habitation.

Where I was, I yet knew not. Whether on

the continent

[Music]

Oh,

Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only 5 minutes, mind.

Put a bob in here.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

That's a nice old rip. Sure. Go on. But

a chill wind was already rising, and the

golden summer of my innocence was about

to be blown away. Davey, say good

morning to Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit. Until tomorrow, Mrs.

Copperfield.

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. Where

are your manners?

A stranger or a soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. Ma'am, very agreeable

change indeed.

[Music]

You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us ready.

There you go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joe was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Pegy?

And dead?

But little Emily, she is your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead. Mr. Peggy

dead. Haven't you any children of your

own? Not him, Davey. He ain't married.

Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the olden,

a few year back. Ground dead, Mr.

Beagerty.

[Music]

She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. D, I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My travels make me contrary.

D, I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I am. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Mrs. Gummage. I do.

She's thinking of the Don't you worry

about Mrs. Gumage, Davey. I never know

anyone who soon left Ginger being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Payton must be a very good man.

He's better than good. If he was a lady,

I'd give him a waste coat, diamond

buttons, a large gold watch, and a bag

full of money.

Emily,

Emily, take her.

I'm only praying when the wind blows.

Then I lie awake, thinking I can jump

from Dan and Ham out at sea, crying for

help. That's why I want to be a lady.

I'll keep him safe on land when stormy

weather came. The words echo to me down

the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child,

too, and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Peggy treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers, and of course, in my

childish way, I was completely in love

with Little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks, I had

scarcely thought of my own home at all.

Let's always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that. But you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. Barks is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

[Music]

Copa.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day

and the people in it pass away.

We all have to learn it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

Was she well? Yes, sir.

Because it um grieves me to tell you

that I this morning that your mother is

very ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well for a long time.

She sank a little every day

until she knew she was dying. And a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising when

when she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me near to you, for your face seems

far off.

And I put my arm

under her head to hold her up.

And she smiled then,

closed her eyes

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home. Your services are no

longer required, Mistress Pegy.

You may take a month's warning.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

[Music]

What you see before you be a warning

copper field and you link Income £20.

Annual expenditure 1919 and6 result

happiness.

Annual income 20.

Annual expenditure 20 nothing and six.

Result misery. The blossom is blighted.

The leaf is withered. You are in short

flattened.

[Music]

Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own,

Copperfield. You're beyond Mr. Mstone.

Emmy, Mr. Mstone hates me. I have no one

else. Well, there is an aunt who lives

in Dova, but she hasn't seen me since I

was a baby, and I don't think she'd want

to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you, Wilkins. audience. My dear, our

debts are settled. You're a free man

again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancellor has

finally acknowledged a grave miscarriage

of justice. I wrote to him personally,

you understand. My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough.

Something wrong, aunt. A cold feeling

just came over me trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject, and I'm bound

to respect them. They are immovable on

the issue. I can't let you spend so

much. Trot, you are my adopted son. My

one aim is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot good? Yes, the trot would. I

shan be able to hold on to these rooms

another day. My last young gentleman was

quite delighted with him. If he'd had

any choice, he'd never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. So, near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentlemen. And I can

assure you,

Peppermint Cordial, you understand? For

my spasms,

the furniture is rather faded. Is it Is

it the last occupants? It is, Mom.

What became of him if he was so fond of

the place? He was took ill and yes.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister, Betsy Trotwood, would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

[Music]

La.

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

[Music]

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crop's discomfort. I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copperfall. When there's a young lady in

the case, Skittles is healthy. Diverse

am good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Mariah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person. Must

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you moved

upward.

Your power is to make Uriah his plea.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell Uriah heap what I

think of is the promise me you do

nothing to offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace. Mr.

Copperfield, I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach. You won't. I'll be back at

the law next time. Morba.

Mr. McCorba.

Open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba. It's David Copperfield.

[Music]

Is it possible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the porn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap. Any

friend of Copperfields? He's a friend of

Wilkins.

Hey dear, there is a gentleman here.

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love. Oh,

Lord. Oh, can it really be? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps have surmised.

Mrs. The Corb is in a state of health,

which renders it not wholly improbable

that there will soon be an addition to

the infantine group. In short, she is

expecting It is a happy event, though

one that strains Mr. McCorba's already

depleted resources, but I know he will,

as always, rise to the challenge. We

must celebrate. Will you come to dinner

at my rooms next week? Oh, a noble and

generous proposition.

Does Mr. Barker still go over to

Blundersstone? Man, you do. Is there bad

for the room? I want to see an old

house.

The rookery, I think it's called.

My darling boy. Peggy.

It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master. Dave,

what was the name I wrote up in the

cart? Sir, we had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time. Mr. Barkis,

I don't regret it.

CP Barkers is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkers, she deserves and more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

I am sorry to hear it. Very poor indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkas has grown a little nearer with

time.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

Emily,

[Music]

I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so to me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man.

to lead a peaceful life. Once you are

married, all these worries and fears

will fall away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her.

But you might never come here again. I

don't know about that. I find I've taken

a fancy to the place. She must be newly

rigged, though. I'm leaving Litma behind

to see it done.

I've decided to give her a new name. The

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey.

Not what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head be

completely turned.

Goodbye, Pigotine. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you. What

news? I'm going to be married. What?

Only the lady in question doesn't know

it yet. Who is she? Dora. Her name's

Dora. My darling boy.

[Music]

Steer. I wish to God I'd had a judicious

father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all.

If anything should ever separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Just promise me.

Can't you

remember me at my best?

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you, Steerforth.

I cannot.

[Music]

Where is he, Peggy? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a master, Davey.

And calm and kind.

Bus, my dear.

Here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's going out with a tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's ready out.

[Music]

Barkas my dear

[Music]

CP Barkus

no bet woman anywhere.

[Music]

Barkers

is willing.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

I've um looked over Mr. Barkcus' will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

£3,000? He leaves interest in 1,000 to

Mr. Peggy

and the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

[Music]

I ain't a person to live with them as

had money left. Oh, things go too

contrary with me. I better be a

riddance. Well, how should I spend it

without you? Don't I want you now more?

Oh, no. I was never wanted before. And

now I'm told so. How could I expect to

be wanted being so lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I died for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

When

How did this happen?

He did sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve see this, I shall be far

away never to return unless he brings me

back a lady.

tried to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week.

No more.

It was out this afternoon on the Norwich

road. Only now his master was with him.

Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

[Music]

Shwood,

we have a visitor.

[Applause]

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another? We are as well to do as

well could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Welcomes McCorba, magistrate,

writer, faint public orator and manager

of the Port Middle Bay Bank, was fated

at a public dinner this Thursday last.

Far be it from us to follow our

distinguished townsman through the

smoothly flowing periods of his polished

and highly ornight address. The Lord

Chancellor turned to me and said, "By

God, Mccorba, you're right. The law must

be changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding peunerary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known,

my lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

[Music]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

[Music]

[Music]

Can I help you, ma'am?

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Betsy

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. My poor husband's aunt. Yeah. Well,

now you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you. I suppose Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh no, don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

See, you are too young. He ignored me.

Fanced himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead, and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon? I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. Die?

Certainly not. Have some tea. Where's

that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? A pegoty.

Peggy?

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Peg? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her by

because her Christian name is Clara, the

same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having a baby. Should I s the

doctor?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps boy, it'll be a girl.

Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Stop that now.

You'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all. Oh,

[Music]

my heart.

[Music]

Well, well, we are progressing, Mom.

Slowly.

[Music]

All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit. Habitate

habitation. Davey habitation.

Where I was, I yet knew not. Whether on

[Music]

Oh,

Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only 5 minutes, mind.

Put a bob in here.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

That's a nice Oh, you should go. But a

chill wind was already rising and the

golden summer of my innocence was about

to be blown away. Davey, say good

morning to Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit.

Until tomorrow, Mrs. Copperfield.

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. Where

are your manners?

A stranger or soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose. Ma'am, very agreeable

change indeed.

[Music]

You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us rally.

There you go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joe was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Pegy?

And dead.

But little Emily, she is your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead. Mr. Peggy.

Drown dead. Haven't you any children of

your own? Not him, Davey. He ain't

married. Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your

wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the olden,

a few year back. Ground dead, Mr.

Beagerty.

[Music]

She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature. D, I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My travels make me contrary.

D, I wish I could be hardened to him,

but I am. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Mrs. Gummage. I do.

She's thinking of the old. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gumbage, Davey. I never

know anyone who soon left Ginger being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Payton must be a very good man.

He's better than good. If he was a lady,

I'd give him a waste coat, diamond

buttons, a large gold watch, and a bag

full of money.

Emily,

Emily, take her.

I'm only praying when the wind blows.

Then I lie awake, thinking I can do it

from Dan and Ham out at sea crying for

help. That's why I want to be a lady.

I'll keep him safe on land when stormy

weather came. The words echo to me down

the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child

too and always at play.

[Laughter]

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Peggy treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers, and of course, in my

childish way, I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks, I had

scarcely thought of my own home at all.

Let's always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that. But you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. Barks is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

[Music]

Got a failed one.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day

and the people in it pass away.

But we all have to learn it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

was she well? Yes, sir.

because it um griefs me to tell you that

I hear this morning that your mother is

very ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well.

For a long time,

she sank a little every day

until she knew she was dying and a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising when

when she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me near to you for your face seems

far off."

And I put my arm under her head to hold

her up.

And she smiled then,

closed her eyes,

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home.

Your services are no longer required,

Mistress Pegerty.

You may take a month's warning.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

[Music]

What you see before you be a warning

copper field and you

£20.

Annual expenditure 1919 and6 result

happiness.

Annual income 20

annual expenditure 20 nothing and six

result misery. The blossom is blighted.

The leaf is withered. You are in short

flattened.

[Music]

Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own,

Copperfield. You're beyond Mr. Mstone. I

mean, Mr. Mstone hates me. I have no one

else. Well, there is an aunt who lives

in Dover, but she hasn't seen me since I

was a baby, and I don't think she'd want

to meet me now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you, Wilkins. audience. My dear, our

debts are settled. You're a free man

again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancellor has

finally acknowledged a grave miscarriage

of justice. I wrote to him personally.

You understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

[Applause]

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough. There's something wrong. Aunt, a

cold feeling just came over me trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject, and I'm bound

to respect them. They are immovable on

the issue. I can't let you spend so

much. Trot, you are my adopted son. My

one aim is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot? Good. Yes, the tro. I shan be

able to hold on to these rooms another

day. My last young gentleman was quite

delighted with him. If he'd had any

choice, he'd never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. So, near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentleman. I can assure

you.

Peppermint Cordial, you understand? For

my spasms.

The furniture is rather faded. Is it Is

it the last occupants? It is, Mom.

What became of him if he was so fond of

the place? He was took ill and Yes.

Well, he died. Good God. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom, smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, Mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. But anyway, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister, Betsy Trotwood, would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't she trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

[Music]

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

[Music]

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crup's discomfort, I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copperfall. When there's a young lady in

the case, Skittles is healthy. Diverse

am good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Mariah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person. Must

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you moved

upward.

Power is to make Uriah his partner.

But he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell Uriah heap what I

think of the promise me you do nothing

to offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively pace. Mr.

Copperfield, I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach. You won't. I'll be back at

the law next time. Morba.

Mr. McCorba,

open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba, it's David Copperfield.

[Music]

Is it possible? Have I gained the

pleasure of beholding the infant scourge

of the porn broking profession?

Come in. Come in. Um, Mr. Heap. Any

friend of Copperfields is a friend of

Wilkins.

Hey dear, there is a gentleman here.

wishes to be presented to you.

Copperfield come to renew his

acquaintance with you, my love.

Lord, oh can it really be? Oh, what

happy memories of my human?

You may perhaps have surmised

Mrs. The Corb is in a state of health,

which renders it not wholly improbable

that there will soon be an addition to

the infantine group. In short, she is

expecting It is a happy event, though

one that strains Mr. McCorva's already

depleted resources, but I know he will,

as always, rise to the challenge. We

must celebrate. Will you come to dinner

at my rooms next week? Oh, a noble and

generous proposition.

Does Mr. Barker still go over to

Blundersstone? Man, you do? Is bad for

the room? I want to see an old house.

The rrookery, I think it's called.

My darling boy. Peggy.

It's better than the point of element to

see you a game master. Dave,

what was the name I wrote up in the

cart? Sir, we had some grave talks on

that matter, didn't we? I was willing a

long time. A long time. Mr. Barkis,

I don't regret it.

CP Barkers is the useless and best of

women.

All the praise that anyone could give CP

Barkers, she deserves and more.

I'm a poor man, sir.

I am sorry to hear it. Very poor indeed.

Old clothes.

I wish it's full of money, but it ain't.

It's old clothes. I understand.

Barkas has grown a little nearer with

time.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

Emily,

[Music]

I'm not good enough for Ham. I'm cross

and changeable with him when he is never

so to me.

Why am I so often harsh when all I

should think of is making him happy? You

do make him happy. Anyone can see that.

It would have been better fortune for

him if he had phoned someone else. And

would rather die than be with anyone but

you. Don't say that. I'm not worthy of

him. I should be a 100 times more

thankful than I am for his goodness.

I should feel what a blessed thing it is

to be the wife of a good man.

to lead a peaceful life. Once you are

married, all these worries and fears

will fall away.

What do you think of her, Daisy? She's

handsome enough. Why? I've just bought

her.

But you might never come here again. I

don't know about that. I find I've taken

a fancy to the place as she must be

newly rigged though. I'm leaving Litma

behind to see it done.

I've decided to give her a new name. The

little Emily.

All she ever wanted was to love and be

loved in return.

Think on the happy times, Davey.

Not what came after.

I felt many emotions as I lingered by my

mother's grave. But it was the thought

of Dora that stirred me from my

melancholy. Reflecting on the past, I

knew with certainty that my future lay

with her, and that I could not rest

until I had declared myself.

If your poor mother could see you now,

she'd be that vain. Her pretty head be

completely turn.

Goodbye, Peggy. When I come back, I

expect of important news for you.

news. I'm going to be married. What?

Only the lady in question doesn't know

it yet. Who is she? Dora. Her name's

Dora. My darling. Boy.

[Music]

Steer. I wish to God I'd had a judicious

father these last 20 years.

I wish with all my soul I had been

better guided.

I wish I could guide myself better. What

do you mean? Nothing, Daisy. Nothing.

I am bad company for myself sometimes.

That is all.

If anything should ever separate us,

you must promise me that you'll think of

me at my best.

Will you do that for me? Why should we

ever be separated? Just promise me.

Can't you

remember me at my best?

Never more would I touch his hand in

friendship. Never more hear his laughter

or feel the warmth of his companionship.

May God forgive you, Steerforth.

I cannot.

[Music]

Where is he, Peggy? He's fading fast.

This is kind of a mass, Davey.

And calm and kind.

Bus, my dear.

Here's Master Dave who bought us

together.

Old clothes.

Old clothes. He's a going out with a

tide.

People can't die along the coast except

when the tide's ready.

[Music]

Barkus, my dear.

[Music]

CP Barkus,

no bet woman anywhere.

[Music]

Barkers

is willing.

[Music]

[Applause]

[Music]

I've um looked over Mr. Barkcus' will

and opened the box.

There was over £3,000 inside.

£3,000? He leaves interest in 1,000 to

Mr. Peggy

and the rest goes to you.

Not bad for old clothes.

[Music]

I ain't a person to live with them as I

had money left. Oh, things go too

contrary with me. I better be a

riddance. Well, how should I spend it

without you? Don't I want you now more?

Oh, no. I was never wanted before. And

now I'm told so. How could I expect to

be wanted being so lonely?

Master Davey,

will you step outside for a minute?

I would have died for her.

I died for her now.

She's gone. Master Davey Emily's gone

and not alone.

How am I ever to break it to him?

When

How did this happen?

He did sir.

Slow, please, so I can take it all. Then

when you who love me so much better than

I ever deserve see this, I shall be far

away never to return unless he brings me

back a lady.

tried to think as if I died when I was

little and was buried somewhere.

She begs forgiveness and tells Ham to

find another more worthy of him. Who's

the man? I want to know his name.

It ain't no fault of yours. You couldn't

have known.

The servant was seen with our poor girl

last night.

He's been hiding about here this week or

more.

He was out this afternoon on the Norwich

road. Only now his master was with him.

Steer forth.

No, no, he couldn't.

[Music]

Shwood,

we have a visitor.

Maybe things was a little hard at first,

but what was she farming and one thing

and another? We are as well to do as

well could be. And Emily,

she might have married any number of

times, but uncle, she says to me, that's

gone forever.

That's my Emily.

There's happy news of someone else you

might recall, sir.

Mr. Welcomes Mccora, magistrate, writer,

faint public orator and manager of the

Port Middle Bay Bank, was fated at a

public dinner this Thursday last. Far be

it from us to follow our distinguished

townsman through the smoothly flowing

periods of his polished and highly

ornight address. The Lord Chancellor

turned to me and said, "By God, Mccorba,

you're right. The law must be changed."

It was a masterpiece of eloquence and

those passages in which he traced his

own brilliantly successful career with

particular emphasis on the importance of

avoiding peunerary liabilities at all

costs brought a tear to the manliest eye

present.

I would like to introduce you to the

greatest person I have ever known,

my lovely wife, Emma.

[Applause]

[Music]

[Applause]

And so my story draws to its close.

There was a night much like this many

years ago, Trot. Except perhaps for one

more item that demands to be recorded.

Our first two children had been boys.

It's a girl.

A beautiful little girl.

She shall be called Betsy Trotwood

Copperfield

in honor of her godmother.

[Music]

[Music]

Can I help you, ma'am?

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think. And who

wants her? I'd like to know. Miss Pepsi

Trotwood. You've heard of her, I dare

say. My poor husband's aunt. Yeah. Well,

now you see her.

You're nothing but a baby yourself. My

nephew spoiled you. I suppose Mr.

Copperfield was very good. Oh, no. Don't

do that. Don't do that. Come, come. Oh,

you know I was opposed to my nephew's

marriage. I told him you were too young.

See, you are too young. He ignored me.

Fanced himself in love, I suppose, or

some such foolishness. My husband is

dead, and if you dare to speak unkindly

of him to meet me, you may leave us.

Now, when do you expect? Soon? I feel so

frightened. I'm sure I shall die. Die?

Certainly not. Have some tea. Where's

that girl of yours?

What does she call herself? A peggy.

Peggy?

Do you mean to say any human being has

gone into a Christian church and had

herself named Peg? Well, it's her

surname. My husband called her by it

because her Christian name is Claraara,

the same as mine.

Your mistress needs some tea.

She's feeling a little unwell. Well,

she's having a baby. Should I s the

doctor?

Now, from the moment of the birth of

your girl, perhaps boy, it'll be a girl.

Don't contradict. I shall be her

godmother, and you shall call her Betsy

Trotwood Copperfield. Now, this Betsy

Trotwood must make no mistakes in life.

There will be no worthless man trifling

with her affections.

Stop that. No,

you'll make yourself ill, and that will

do neither you nor my god daughter any

good at all. Oh,

[Music]

please.

Oh my god.

[Music]

Well, well, we are progressing, Mom.

Slowly.

[Music]

All my cargo safe on shore. My next work

was to view the country and seek a

proper place for my habit. Habitate

habitation. Davey habitation.

Where I was, I yet knew not. Whether on

[Music]

Oh,

Daisy should be in bed now. Oh, please,

Peggy. Just a little longer.

Go on. But only 5 minutes, mind.

Put the bulb in there.

That's it. Nope. Upside down. That way.

That's a nice rip. Sure. Go on. But a

chill wind was already rising, and the

golden summer of my innocence was about

to be blown away. Davey, say good

morning to Mr. Mston.

Davey, he doesn't wish to share you. I

understand his devotion.

Come, David, let us shake hands and be

the best friends in the world.

I like his spirit. Until tomorrow, Mrs.

Copperfield.

Davey, I'm disappointed in you. Where

are your manners?

A stranger or soul makes an agreeable

change, I suppose, ma'am. Very agreeable

change indeed.

[Music]

You're most welcome, Master Copperfield.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll

find us rally.

There you go.

Mr. Peggy, did you give your son the

name of Ham? Cuz you live in a kind of

ark like Noah and his son did. Well,

sir, I couldn't rightly say how he came

by it. You see, his father gave him that

name. But I thought that you were his

father.

My brother Joe was his father. Is your

brother dead, Mr. Pegy?

I'm dead.

But little Emily, she is your daughter,

isn't she?

My brother-in-law Tom was her father.

Dead. Mr. Peggy.

Damn dead. Haven't you any children of

your own? Not him, Davey. He ain't

married. Why isn't Mrs. Scumage your

wife?

Mrs. Gumage lost her husband, the olden,

a few year back. Ground dead, Mr.

Beagerty.

[Music]

She gets low when she thinks, aren't it?

And she do think, aren't it? Pretty

often. I'm a lone lawn creature, D. I

better go into the workhouse and die and

be a ridden. Come on now, old girl.

Cheer up. My troubles make me contrary

dattle. I wish I could be hardened to

him, but I am. I'll make the house

uncomfortable. I'm certain you don't,

Mrs. Gummage. I do.

She's thinking of the old. Don't you

worry about Mrs. Gumbage, Davey. I never

know anyone who soon left Ginger being

miserable.

My father is dead, too. I know. Do you

mind?

I never met him.

Mr. Payton must be a very good man.

He's better than good. If he was a lady,

I'd give him a waste coat, diamond

buttons, a large gold watch, and a bag

full of money.

Emily

Emily, take care.

I'm only fighting when the wind blows.

Then I lie away thinking I can do it for

Dan and Ham out at sea crying for help.

That's why I want to be a lady. I'll

keep him safe on land when stormy

weather came. The words echo to me down

the years.

They haunt me still.

The days sped by as if time had not

grown up himself yet, but were a child,

too, and always at play.

I was delighted with my new friends. Dan

Peggy treated me as one of his family,

and I quickly grew to love his

openhearted kindness.

Ham was like the best and most heroic of

older brothers and of course in my

childish way I was completely in love

with little Emmy.

When the day came to leave Yarmouth, I

realized that for 2 weeks I had scarcely

thought of my own home at all. Let's

always be friends, Emily.

I'd like that, but you'll be a gentleman

one day. Come now, Davey. Mr. Sparks is

waiting. I'll write as often as I can.

[Music]

Got a failed one.

I have something to tell you.

You are too young to know

how the world changes every day.

And now the people in it pass away.

We all have to learn it eventually.

When you left home to come here, was

everyone well?

Was your mother well?

Was she

Was she well? Yes, sir.

Because it um griefs me to tell you that

I hear this morning that your mother is

very ill.

She's very dangerously ill.

In fact, she's dead.

She was never well for a long time.

She sank a little every day

until she knew she was dying and a

little boy, too.

On the last night, she she kissed me and

said,

"Let them lay my baby in my arms

and bury us together."

The sun was rising when

she turned and said,

"Peggy,

put me near to you, for your face seems

far off.

And I put my arm under her head to hold

her up.

And she smiled then,

closed her eyes

and never woke again.

You must be measured for morning

clothes. Yes, Mom. Have you brought your

shirts home? Yes, Mom. I brought all my

clothes home. Your services are no

longer required, Mistress Pegoty.

You may take a month's warning.

[Music]

[Music]

[Music]

Don't drag your feet, David. You will

walk with me.

Family only.

[Music]

What you see before you be a warning

copper field and you Income £20.

Annual expenditure 1919 and6 result

happiness.

Annual income £20.

Annual expenditure 20 nothing and six.

Result misery. The blossom is blighted.

The leaf is withered. You are in short

flattened.

[Music]

Months passed with no sign of a release

for Mr. McCorba. I went to the prison

every day and did what I could for him

and his family, but I had barely enough

to feed myself.

I thought you might be hungry.

You have

no close family of your own. Copperfield

beyond Mr. Merstone. I mean, Mr. Mstone

hates me. I have no one else. Well,

there is an aunt who lives in Dova, but

she hasn't seen me since I was a baby,

and I don't think she'd want to meet me

now.

My advice is seek her out. She may be

overjoyed to reacquaint herself with

you, Wilkins.

My dear, our debts are settled. You're a

free man again.

I knew it. The Lord Chancer has finally

acknowledged a grave miscarriage of

justice. I wrote to him personally. You

understand? My family have at last

remembered their obligations. Not in

short before time. They're of the

opinion that Mr. McCorba should quit

London and exert his talents in our

hometown of Plymouth.

I shall never think of our period of

difficulty without remembering you.

God bless you.

I never will forget you.

Farewell, my young friend. Farewell.

[Music]

School day is now over. The time had

come to find my place in the world.

But it was with a lingering sense of

unease that I left my childhood home.

Welcome.

[Music]

I had never lost my dream of being a

writer, but I could hardly ask my aunt

to support me in such a precarious

ambition. So, when she asked me if I

should like to be articled as a cler in

a proctor's office, I agreed readily

enough. There's something wrong. Oh, a

cold feeling just came over me trot.

It was a donkey trespassing on my green.

I know it. Oh, I should never have left

Mr. Dick on his own. His character is

not suited to keeping donkeys off.

The premium is £1,000.

I could wish it to be a smaller amount.

A few men are less mercenary than I, but

I have partners and they have their

opinions on the subject and I'm bound to

respect them. They are immovable on the

issue. I can't let you spend so much.

Trot, you are my adopted son. My one aim

is to see you provided for.

Good. My position now settled. It only

remained to find somewhere to live. It's

lucky you called on me this morning. Is

this trot good? Yes, trot wood. I shan

be able to hold on to these rooms

another day. My last young gentleman was

quite delighted with him. If he'd had

any choice, he'd never left.

It's rather a steep climb, Mrs. Crap.

Perhaps so, Mrs. Grotwood.

But consider the benefits of the purity

of the air. They're near the top of the

house.

Oh, well, it's near the fire escape.

That's something.

You won't find a sweeter set of rooms

for the young gentlemen. I can assure

you.

Peppermint cordial. You understand? For

my spasms.

The furniture is rather faded. Is it Is

it the last occupants? It is, Mom.

What became of him if he was so fond of

the place? He was took ill and he is

well he died. Good god. What did he die

of? Drink and smoke. Mom. Smoke? You

didn't mean from the chimneys? No, mom.

Cigars and pipes. Ah, that's not

catching. At any rate, young Mr.

Copperful will be cared for as though he

were my own son.

Very well, Mrs. Crap. We'll take the

rooms.

Your sister Betsy Trotwood would have

been as hardworking and honest a girl as

ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her,

won't you, Trot? As long as I am worthy

of you, that's enough for me.

[Music]

Little had been said, but I was filled

with the hope that some vital

understanding had been reached between

us.

[Music]

For the next few days, greatly to Mrs.

Crup's discomfort, I lived on nothing

but Dora and coffee. Skittles, Mr.

Copperfall. When there's a young lady in

the case, Skittles is healthy.

mind. Good.

I satisfied my appetite by writing her

numerous letters, hoping that she would

detect the desperate passion that lay

beneath their formal exterior.

Thankfully, for my sanity, I was at last

distracted by an invitation to join

Agnes at a London party.

Trotwood.

Agnes, how wonderful to receive your

invitation. Oh, we see you so rarely

these days. My dear sister, I have so

much to tell you about what I've been

doing.

Mariah,

how are you? Much obliged for your

condescension to a humble person. Master

Copperfield.

Take no notice of me. I am invisible.

Things have changed since you moved

upward.

Power is to make Uriah his problem,

but he is not to be trusted. Uriah has

made himself indispensable. I have a

good mind to tell you he what I think of

is the promise me you do nothing to

offend Uriah.

You walk at a somewhat lively place. Mr.

Cockfield, I wouldn't want you to miss

your coach. You won't. I'll be back at

the law next time. Morba.

Mr. McCorba.

Open up. It's Copperfield.

Mr. McCorba, it's David Copperfield.