Original subtitles

[roar]

[instrumental music]

* Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel *

* Born is the king of Israel *

* I saw three ships come sailing in *

* On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day *

* I saw three ships come sailing in *

* On Christmas Day in the morning *

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[wind howling]

[no audio]

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think.

Yes.

Miss Trotwood.

You've heard of her, I dare say?

I...I've had that pleasure.

Now you see her.

Please...come in.

Oh, tut tut tut. Don't do that!

Come, come!

Why, bless my soul. You're a very baby.

I'm old enough to be a widow.

And a mother, if I live.

I'm all in a tremble. I shall die, I'm sure.

Nonsense! Have some tea.

Oh, dear me.

David Copperfield was my favorite nephew.

I'm afraid to admit I was mortally offended

when he married without consent of me to a wax doll I heard.

Of course, I'd never seen you.

Now that there's a child coming, what will you call your gal?

Perhaps, it will be a boy.

Don't contradict.

I have a presentiment it'll be a girl

and I shall be her godmother.

She shall be christened Betsey Trotwood Copperfield.

She must be well brought up. I shall see to that.

Far better than my impractical nephew would have done.

Mr. Copperfield has been dead only six months.

It is cruel of you to speak unkindly of him to me.

[dramatic music]

Peggotty...Peg..

My lamb, my lamb, my precious.

- I'll fetch the doctor. - Come, come. Don't dawdle.

- Fetch the doctor. - My lamb, my baby.

Peggotty is here, my sweet.

[wind howling]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

I-I beg your pardon, ma'am.

I-I say, I beg your pa.. I beg your pardon, ma'am.

This is Dr. Chillip.

- Eh? - Dr. Chillip.

I am happy to congratulate you. All is well over, and well over.

Mercy on the man, what's he doing?

Can't he speak?

- Some local irritation, ma'am. - Fiddlesticks!

How is she?

Well, as comfortable as one can expect a young mother to be.

- But the baby, how is she? - She, ma'am?

I apprehended you had known.

It's a boy.

A boy!

[dramatic music]

'David.'

David.

[intense music]

Poor father.

How lonely and dark it must be for him at night..

...while we're at home by the fire.

David.

I would have you, if you will, pursue with me into

the graciously eternal and lovely qualities of charity.

'I hope, and indeed I know, having lived among you all'

'for so many years'

that it is not an unknown thing

'a quality foreign to many of you.'

'And yet, how well also I know, that you may'

'in the difficulties of your daily life'

'find that the qualities of charity'

'aren't always so easy, so ready to observe.'

'As one may fancy..'

That man...he looks like the black panther

from my animal book, mother.

Hush, dear. He's a friend of mother's.

"When in summer months, the streams run dry

"the crocodile..

"...seeks out new waters wherein to live.

"But if the stream merely becomes low

it buries itself in the mud and waits for rain."

Bed, Master David?

Mommy promised me I could wait up.

I'm not sleepy.

Were you ever married, Peggotty?

Lord, no.

You're a very handsome woman, aren't you?

Hm, me handsome, Davy? Ha ha.

Oh, drat them buttons.

Now, read me some more about the crorkindills.

Some sort of a vegetable, isn't it?

[bell ringing]

Mama.

Mama, I waited up.

I knew you would, my darling.

This little fellow is highly privileged.

Why, Davy!

Dear little boy, I cannot wonder at his devotion.

Davy, you shouldn't be rude.

Mr. Murdstone's taken so much trouble to bring me home.

Let us say goodnight, my fine boy.

- Goodnight. - Ha ha ha. Come. Come.

Let us be the best of friends.

Why, Davy, that's the wrong hand.

No, no, no. A brave little fellow.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Oh, mother, you do look pretty tonight.

Do I, darling?

[instrumental music]

Hope you had a pleasant evening, ma'am.

Much obliged to you, Peggotty, I had a very pleasant evening.

A stranger or so makes an agreeable change.

[music continues]

[both laughing]

(Peggotty) 'No. No, it won't do.'

'No price would make it do, no.'

(Mrs. Copperfield) 'How can you be so aggravating, you cruel thing?'

Not this one. Mr. Copperfield wouldn't have liked.

That I say and that I swear!

Good heavens, you'll drive me mad.

Was ever a poor girl so ill-used by her servants as I am!

What have you got against Mr. Murdstone?

Is it to be hinted I'm lacking in affection

for my precious treasure?

The dearest little fellow that ever was.

Nobody never went and hinted no such thing.

Am I a naughty mama to you, Davy?

Am I a nasty, cruel, selfish, bad mama?

I don't love you at all, do I?

Yes, you do.

I never meant to hurt you, ma'am.

I never meant..

- Master David? - Yes, Peggotty?

How would you like to spend a fortnight with me

at my brother's at Yarmouth?

Wouldn't that be a treat?

Is your brother an agreeable man, Peggotty?

Oh, what an agreeable man he is!

- He's a fisherman. - Oh, I say, Peggotty.

Oh, then there's the boats and the sea.

Oh, oh, but Peggotty, what will mama do while we're away?

She can't sleep in this big room all by herself.

Oh, bless you. Don't you know?

Why, she's going to stay with friends.

Oh ho ho, she'll have plenty of company.

If that's it, I'm ready to go.

Splendid. Now, to bed.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig

Home again, home again..

- Goodbye, my love. - Goodbye, mother.

Take precious care of him, Peggotty.

For dear's sake, take care of yourself, ma'am.

Drive very safely. Won't you, dear Mr. Barkis?

- Bye, ma'am. - Goodbye, mama.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Goodbye, mama. Goodbye.

Goodbye, darling.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Davy. - Goodbye, mama. Goodbye.

(David) 'Goodbye.'

Goodbye, my love.

Goodbye.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, there's my Am!

Growed out of all knowledge.

(Peggotty) 'Am!'

Hi!

- Am! - So good to see ya.

How are ya?

- Who's that one? - That's Ham, her nephew.

Oh.

No sweethearts, I believe?

What?

No person courting.

Oh no, no.

Ah.

Well, when you was talking to her private..

...perhaps you'd tell her that Barkis is willing.

That Barkis is willing?

Is that all the message?

Well, y-y-yes.

Barkis is willing.

Very well, Mr. Barkis. I'll tell her.

Yon's our house, Master Davy.

Put me down.

It's a real boat that's been in the water.

'Yes.'

But it's upside down.

Well, it's all so delightful.

See the pretty dears.

Well, mates, how are you?

Ha ha, Lass!

Ah, Daniel.

Well, sir, I'm glad to see you, sir.

Very glad. You'll find us rough, sir.

But you'll find us ready.

How's my little Emily?

Blue like your eyes, my pretty.

That come in a big boat all the way from France.

Thank you!

[coughing]

Oh, drat that chimney.

I am a lone lorn creature

and everything goes contrary with me.

It'll soon leave off, old girl.

It's the same for all of us.

But I feel it more.

Oh, oh, I've a visitation in the back.

Oh, it's the creeps.

Too bad, too bad.

Oh, I ain't what I could wish myself to be, Dan.

I better go in the poorhouse and die

and be a riddance.

She's been thinking of the old 'un.

- Mr. Peggotty? - Yes, sir?

Did you give your son the name Ham

because you lived in a sort of ark?

No, sir. It was given by his father, my brother, Joe.

- Dead, Mr. Peggotty? - Drown dead.

But little Emily, Mr. Peggotty. She's your daughter, isn't she?

No, sir. My brother-in-law, Tom, was her father.

- Dead, Mr. Peggotty? - Drown dead.

Haven't you any children, Mr. Peggotty?

No, master, I'm a bachelor.

A bachelor?

Why, who's that, Mr. Peggotty?

That's Mrs. Gummidge.

Gummidge. Why I--

Come, Davy. Come.

I'll show you to your room.

Now, that Mrs. Gummidge, her husband was Dan's partner.

- He was drowned. - Was he the oldest?

Yes, dear.

Emily and her cousin Am are orphans.

My brother adopted them.

Mrs. Gummidge too.

Oh, he's as good as gold and as true as steel.

But he gets very angry when people talk

about his helping people.

I'll be careful.

Oh, Peggotty, I just remembered.

I have a message for you from Mr. Barkis.

What message?

All he said was "Barkis is willing."

And I gave up on him.

[laughing]

What is it?

What are you laughing at, Peggotty?

What is it?

He's an attractive man.

He-he wants to marry me.

But I wouldn't leave you or your mother

for a whole basket of buttons.

- Especially now. - Why not?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

[instrumental music]

I would go away over there in a big ship.

That's France, where my blue beads come from.

And Spain is there.

We're only poor fisher folk

but some day I might be a lady and go everywhere.

And take Mr. Peggotty. He's a good man.

Good! If I was ever to be a lady

I'd get him a sky-blue coat

with diamond buttons and a cocked hat

and a box of money.

Look...I'm going to France.

[dramatic music]

Emily! Come back quickly!

Emily! Emily! Come here!

That's fun, dancing near the edge.

Come on, come on! We're here! Come on!

- Where's mama? - Wait a bit, Master Davy.

And I'll tell you something.

Where's mama? What's the matter?

- She's not dead, Peggotty? - Ah, well, oh..

Bless you, no.

Something's wrong, Peggotty.

What do you think, Master Davy?

You've got a pa.

A new one.

A-a-a new one?

- Come and see him. - I don't want to see him!

But you want to see your mama.

Come. Davy.

"...picture of the castle.

"And compliments from the presidency

by whom it was bestowed but--"

- Davy-- - Clara, my dear, recollect!

Control yourself.

Davy boy, how do you do?

Well, I put the storeroom in order.

Goodness knows it needed it.

Tubs, jars, tea bags, pickles, peppers, and no end of rubbish.

Is this your boy, sister-in-law?

Yes.

David, this is Miss Murdstone.

Generally speaking, I don't like boys.

How do you do, boy?

I'm very well. I hope you are.

Hm, wants manner.

Clara, my dear, I'm here to relieve you

of all the trouble I can.

You're far too pretty and thoughtless to manage a house.

If you'll be good enough to give me your keys.

Why, all of them?

You'll find everything will go on well without disturbing you.

I should like to be consulted about any changes

in my own house.

- My own house? - Our own house, I mean.

Edward, let there be an end to this. I go tomorrow.

Jane Murdstone, will you be silent?

Clara, I wonder you.

I'm sure I managed very well before we were married.

- Ask Peggotty if I didn't. - Clara, you astound me!

Even if I don't do everything quite right

I thought you were pleased once

at my being a little inexperienced.

(Clara) 'I'm sure you said so.'

I did have a certain satisfaction

in the thought of forming your character

and giving to it the firmness and decision that it lacked.

But when my sister is kind enough to come here

and assume a condition of something like a housekeeper's

and when she meets with a base return

my own feeling toward you chills.

Oh, don't, my love. Don't, Edward. Don't say that.

I can't bare it.

Whatever I am, I'm affectionate. I must have affection.

No display of emotion can have the least weight with me.

You lose breath.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I have a great many defects, I know.

And it's good of you to endeavor to correct them.

Very well.

It's understood I'm to attend to everything in the future?

Yes, Jane. I don't object to anything.

I pray, let us be friends.

I couldn't live under coldness and unkindness.

I'm so sorry.

David, go to your room.

Master Davy, you're not to sleep

in your dear mama's room anymore.

You have a room all to yourself.

Does mama know?

(Miss Murdstone) 'Peggotty, come here. I want you.'

[crying] "All-all croc-crocodiles are flesh eaters.

But they mostly are on water."

[sobbing]

Where is the boy? Late for his lessons, as usual.

My dear Clara, all winter long I've observed your attempts

to teach David.

He grows ever more sullen and stubborn.

Makes no progress, whatever.

Forgive me, dear Edward

but Davy has always been considered

very bright at his studies.

How are the 40 English counties divided?

There are six in the north, eighteen middle counties

and...and...and six in the east

and...and...and...and... and in the south, there are..

Clara!

And in, and in the south, there are..

- In the south.. - Oh, Davy, Davy.

Now, Clara, don't say, "Oh, Davy, Davy."

That's childish.

He knows his lesson or he does not know it.

He does not know it.

I'm afraid, he does not.

- Edward, please! - David, sit down.

Take your slate.

If I go to a shop and buy 100 double-Gloucester cheeses

at four pence halfpenny each..

...and if I sell half of them at six pence-halfpenny

20 at five pence and use the rest myself

do I make a profit or loss?

I can't think!

I can't do it!

- Oh, Davy, Davy. - I can't do it.

- So.. - Edward, please!

I tell you, Clara, I've been often flogged myself.

- To be sure, of course. - I feel not quite well.

Jane, we can hardly expect Clara to bear, with perfect firmness

the worry and torment that David has occasioned her today.

David, you and I will go upstairs, boy.

Don't, Mr. Murdstone, don't. I tried..

- Edward-- - Clara, are you a perfect fool?

In your condition.

I do my lessons.

David, come here!

If I have an obstinate horse or dog to deal with

what do you think I do?

I don't know.

I beat him.

I make him wince and smart.

I say to myself, "I'll conquer that fellow."

And if it were to cost him all the blood he had, I'd do it.

Mr. Murdstone, sir. Don't. Pray don't beat me, sir.

I tried to learn.

I think I could do it with my mother alone.

But I can't with you and Miss Murdstone staring at me.

Can't you, David? We shall see.

[screaming]

Mr. Murdstone, don't, sir!

So, he bites, does he?

Ow! Mr. Murdstone! Ow! Ow!

Mother! Mother!

[whispering] Be as soft as a mouse or the cat will hear us.

Is mama very angry with me, Peggotty?

Not at all.

Your mama's not very well.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Don't be frightened, my precious.

Soon you'll be having a little brother or sister.

Davy, dear, if I don't come to see you often

it ain't because I don't love you.

It's because I think it's better for you.

And for someone else, besides.

Oh, thank you, Peggotty.

[thunder rumbling]

[dramatic music]

Hasten Dr. Chillip. She's in great pain.

[thunder rumbling]

Peggotty! Peggotty!

What's happened?

Peggotty! Peggotty! Mother! Mother!

Peggotty! Peggotty!

[dramatic music]

Peggotty!

Peggotty!

Peggotty! Peggotty! Peggotty! Peggotty!

Peggotty! Peggotty! Peggotty! Peggotty!

Peggotty's here, darling.

Peggotty's here. Shh, shh.

[David crying]

Young as you are, David, you'll learn to be brave.

Your mama..

...the precious, the darling.

She's...she's..

- She's dead. - She's gone.

And your little brother, the innocent, he's dead too.

Oh, Peggotty.. Peggotty.

There, there.

Just before the end, she said to me

"I shall never see my pretty darling again."

How did she know that?

Something seemed to tell her.

And it was the truth.

But she whispered to me

"I'm very tired. God keep my fatherless boy.

Tell him his mother blessed him."

It was near day break when she turned to me

put her poor head on my arm and died.

Like a child going to sleep.

Oh, Peggotty, we're all alone now.

Davy.

- Goodbye, Peggotty. - Goodbye, my precious, my love.

Peggotty won't forget you.

I've taken nothing but what belongs to me, ma'm.

- You'd like to see, perhaps? - Thank you.

I've seen quite enough of you and your things. Good day.

- Goodbye to you, ma'm. - David, don't dawdle.

Don't be unhappy, David.

I will be happy, Peggotty

and I'll see you sometimes.

Oh, but Peggotty, you haven't given Mr. Barkis

his proper answer, you know.

Oh, bless the boy.

Answer to what?

Barkis is willing.

What would you say, darling, if I was to marry Mr. Barkis?

I should think it would be a very good thing.

Then you'd always have a horse and cart

to bring you to see me again.

Oh, the sense of the boy.

We have come to a decision regarding your future.

Jane Murdstone, leave this to me, if you please.

I'm afraid I have no place for you in my house now.

You have a rebellious disposition.

It must be conformed to the ways of the working world.

It must be bent, even broken if necessary.

Crushing is what it wants.

- Crushed it shall be. - Jane Murdstone, please!

The sooner you begin your fight with the world, the better.

There is a firm of Murdstone and Grinby in wine trade in London.

- Yes. - Gives employment to boys.

It shall give employment to you.

Yes, sir.

'You'll earn your own food and pocket money.'

'Your lodging, I've arranged for with Mr. Micawber.'

Yes, sir.

Now, remember, you're going to London to work.

To work.

To work.

[people chattering]

(male #1) 'We know you're in there.'

We're not gonna wait forever for you to pay your debts.

If you don't pay, we'll take your goods.

'Yes and your precious little girl, too.'

'Either you pay or you go to the debtor's prison.'

Nobody home. No collectors can--

[children squealing]

Oh! Stop it! Get up!

Oh, to see my most beautiful bed

so desecrated with those low creatures.

Please, ma'am, I am David Copperfield.

- I was told to lodge here. - Welcome, Master Copperfield.

I am Mrs. Micawber. This is my family.

I'm Clickett, the orfling from St. Luke's Orphanage.

Mind your manners, Clickett.

I never thought before I was married

and when I lived with pa and mama

that I should ever find it necessary to take a lodger.

Stop it, dear. Stop it.

Oh, I was forgetting.

You must be impatient to see your room.

- Yes, ma'am. - Come, dear.

[baby crying]

Baked potatoes! Baked potatoes here!

- A baked potatoes, sir? - No, thanks.

- They are all hot, sir. - Even so.

We're not waiting forever for you to pay us.

[people chattering]

No luxury but simple comfort.

(male #2) 'Pay up, Micawber! Pay up, Micawber!'

[people shouting]

[shouting continues]

[screams]

Mr. Micawber! Children, it is your papa.

So relentlessly pursued on aerial housetop

and vice-versa

I have thwarted the malevolent macabreations

of our tireless enemies.

In short...I have arrived.

[baby crying]

My family, ah, how are you doing?

- Papa! - My children, my home!

This is Master David Copperfield who has come to lodge with us.

Oh, just so. Pardon me, children.

All that we have is yours, Master Copperfield.

Our domestic comfort, quiet, the privacy, call them your own.

- Thank you, sir. - Count on us, now and forever.

I will, Mr. Micawber.

Now that you are about to share with us the privileges

of our domain, I will make no stranger of you.

As man to man, I will confide in you

that for years, I have been hounded, most unjustly

by my creditors.

- Short-sighted fools, they are. - I'm sorry, sir.

I grant you that I have already tried the coal trade

the haberdashery trade and Her Majesty's Marines

and found none of these entirely suited

to my somewhat special talents.

- But now.. - Yes, Mr. Micawber?

I am confidently expecting something to turn up.

[metal clanking]

You've been here three weeks, ain't you?

Yes, sir.

Then why ain't you learned nothing?

- Put your back into it. - 'Gentlemen.'

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen, in the aggregate

I judge you to be a highly distasteful collection.

And to detail, cowardly, uncouth

and deserving of merciless chastisement.

You'll oblige me by removing your unsavory persons

from my immediate vicinity.

In short...get out!

Oh, thank you, Mr. Micawber. You're so kind to me.

Not at all.

And now, since this is a red letter day

in that I'm hourly expecting something extraordinary

to turn up, let us return and discover what culinary triumphs

Mrs. Micawber has prepared for us.

Oh, how wonderful.

Imperative, my dear Copperfield. Imperative.

For as I have frequently had occasion to observe

when the stomach is empty, the spirits are low.

I predict, my dear Copperfield

that we can confidently depend upon

Mrs. Micawber assembling a terrine of cocky-leeky soup

veal cutlet, breaded, and a jug of eggnog.

- And the pudding? - The pudding!

A suet pudding, the very thing.

Greetings, Micawber.

You are under a misapprehension, my good fellow.

Oh, no, you don't. You're Micawber, alright.

You owe me two pounds for the last year.

Officer, do your duty.

Wilkins Micawber, you're under arrest.

Upon what charges do you take this unwarrantable procedure?

A court order for debt.

I'm the assistant officer to the Sheriff of Middlesex.

Now, are you coming quietly?

Copperfield, you perceive before you the shattered fragments

of a temple once called man.

The blossom has blighted, the leaf has withered.

The God of Day goes down upon the dreary scene.

In short, I am forever floored.

[bell ringing]

Boy, you're always ringing that bell, but today's the last time.

Your friend Micawber is being released and is leaving town.

- He's leaving town? - Come along, come along.

What is it?

Come, little friend, open your heart.

It's only...that I shall miss you so very much.

At Murdstone and Grinby, I feel so alone and desperate.

I do, indeed.

You've been so good to me, you and Mrs. Micawber.

And as long as I had such friends

I couldn't despair.

My little friend, you're like one of our own.

But now that you're going, and there'll be nobody

well, I don't know what I shall do.

Indeed, I do not.

My motto has always been nil desperandum.

In short, never despair.

I have an aunt in Dover. I thought perhaps--

The very thing, my dear Copperfield.

Your aunt will welcome you with open arms.

She may not want to see me.

Is not blood thicker than water?

Peggotty told me she's very cantankerous.

Perhaps she'd shut me out.

- And Dover's a long way. - True. Too true.

Nevertheless, as the bard says

"Nothing attempted, nothing gained."

And should this formidable aunt repulse you, write me a letter.

We are friends for life, young Copperfield.

* We two have run about the braes *

* And pulled the gowans fine and.. *

Although, what gowans are, I'm not exactly aware.

However, we'll take a pull at them just the same.

(male #3) 'Bring that bag here.'

'Put that truck on the coach.'

[women screaming]

Age of Nicodemus!

- Sorry, sir. - You clumsy lout.

Master Copperfield, your conduct has always been

of the most delicate and obliging description.

You have never been a lodger.

You have been a friend.

Copperfield, at present, I have nothing to bestow but advice.

Still, that advice is so far worth taking

I have never taken it myself.

And I'm the miserable creature you behold.

Young friend, I counsel you

Annual income 20 pounds

annual expenditure 19 pounds, result happiness.

Annual income 20 pounds

annual expenditure 21 pounds, result misery.

Farewell, Copperfield.

I shall be happy to improve your prospects

in case anything turns up

which I may say, I am hourly expecting.

[slow music]

Thank you, my love. Thank you, my darling.

Master Copperfield.

(Micawber) 'Farewell, Copperfield.'

'Farewell, my lad.'

[dramatic music]

I say, six penn'orth of bad ha'pence.

I hope you know me again when you see me.

I wasn't staring at you to be rude.

I was wondering if you could take my box

to the Dover coach office.

I can pay you six pence.

Are you sure you got the money to pay me?

- Oh yes. - Let me see it.

- I have it here. - Oh ho.

Stop! Give me back my money!

Ask the Marines for it, stupid!

He's taken all my money! Give me back my box!

Out of the way.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[wolf howling]

[dramatic music]

[slow music]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Janet! Donkeys!

I won't be trespassed upon.

Clear off!

[indistinct shouting]

We're only trying to get by.

Ow! Why are you hitting me! Ow!

Stop hitting me!

[shouting continues]

Just stay off this green!

Oh, ha ha.

[laughing]

- If you please, ma'am. - Go away. Go along.

No boys here.

- If you please, aunt. - Eh?

- I'm your nephew. - Bless my soul alive!

I am David Copperfield of Blunderstone

where you came on the night I was born and saw my dear mama.

I've been very unhappy since she died.

I have been slighted and taught nothing

and put to work not fit for me. It made me run away to you.

I was robbed at first setting out

and have walked all the way

and have never slept in a bed since I first began the journey.

[David crying]

Oh, dear! Oh, dear!

Mercy on us. Mercy on this boy.

[David crying]

Mercy on us.

'Swallow this, now.'

[coughing]

'Come, swallow this. Swallow this.'

Oh, come.

Bless my soul. Lie down.

Madame, what's happened? What are you doing?

Keep your feet on this. Oh, bless your soul.

Mr. Dick, don't be a fool, whatever you are.

Nobody can be more discreet than you, when you choose.

You've heard me mention David Copperfield?

David Copperfield?

David?

Ah, to be sure, certainly.

He's done a pretty piece of business.

He has run away.

Now, the question I put to you is what shall I do with him?

Ah, do with him?

Come, come, come, I want some sound advice.

Don't pretend to be wool-gathering

when you're as sharp as a surgeon's lancet.

Why, if I was you, I should..

...I should wash him!

Janet. Mr. Dick sets us all right.

- Heat the bath. - Yes, ma'am.

Mercy on us, what a dirty child.

David, David. Look, a bubble as big as my head.

Oh, watch out.

Mercy, help us.

'Hurry child. Tut tut. Let me dry you.'

You'll catch your death.

Is he, is-is Mr. Dick at all out of his mind?

He's been called mad

or shouldn't have the benefit of his society.

As for advice, nobody knows what that man's mind is but myself.

He's a distant relative of mine.

If it hadn't been for me, his own brother

would have had him shut up for life.

He's writing a petition to the Lord Chancellor now

to get his rights back.

He's the most friendly creature in existence.

May I, may I stay here with you, aunt?

I don't know until I've had a talk with your stepfather.

- To bed with you. - No, please.

Off to bed with you. To bed with you.

Bless my soul. Mercy on us.

Bless my soul. Mercy on us.

[slow music]

Our Father who art in heaven

Hallowed be Thy name for bringing me here.

I'm pleased. I don't want anyone to take me away.

Please God, please may I have a home now?

Like mama and I had once.

And let no boys be homeless.

I'm sorry, God. I'm very sleepy.

'Cause I walked such a long, long way and I..

Ha! Cherub!

How does the world go? Hmm? I'll tell you what.

I shouldn't wish it to be mentioned.

It's a mad world. Mad as Bedlam, boy. Ha ha.

Aunt Betsey sends her compliments

and asks how you're getting on with your petition.

I believe I'm doing very well.

Do you remember the date that King Charles the First

had his head cut off?

I believe it was in the year 1649.

Well, so the books say, but I don't see how that can be.

Because if it was so long ago, how could the trouble

have got out of his head, when it was cut off, and into mine?

- I'm sure I don't know. - It's very strange.

King Charles's head is always popping into whatever I write.

But no matter. No matter, ha ha.

What do you think of that, for a kite?

- Oh, it's a beautiful one. - I made it.

We'll go and fly it. You and I, hm?

We're on the way to France. We're on the way to France.

We're on the way to France..

David! Come! Come!

We're coming, Aunt. We're coming.

David, your stepfather is coming today.

- Must I go away with him, Aunt? - I don't know about that.

I can't say I'm sure. We shall see.

Janet! Donkeys!

Go on with you. Get off the green.

'You have no business here.'

But aunt, that's Mr. Murdstone and his sister.

I don't care who it is. I won't be trespassed upon.

Janet! Donkeys!

Ah, Janet!

How dare you! How dare you!

[indistinct shouting]

You bold faced thing!

[people shouting]

Scat!

Mr. Murdstone and his sister, ma'am.

- Show them in. - Shall I go away, aunt?

No, sir! Certainly not!

I don't allow anybody to ride over that turf.

I make no exceptions.

Your rule is rather awkward to strangers.

- Oh, is it? - Miss Trotwood!

Well, you are Mr. Murdstone.

Mr. Dick, an old and intimate friend

on whose judgment I rely.

Be seated.

- Well, sir? - Miss Trotwood--

Of all the boys in the world, I believe this one is the worse.

Jane, will you have the goodness not to interrupt me.

Miss Trotwood, I am here to take David back.

I shall deal with him as I think best.

I warn you, if you step in between him and me now

you'll step in forever.

I'm not to be trifled with.

For the first and last time, is he ready to go?

And you, ma'am? Have you anything to say?

I have nothing to add except to thank you for your politeness.

Your very great politeness, I'm sure.

And what does the boy say? Are you ready to go, David?

Please, don't let me go.

They made my poor mama very unhappy.

They've never liked me or been kind to me.

Please, let me stay with you, aunt.

Mr. Dick, what do you think I should do with this child?

Do? Have him measured for a suit of clothes directly?

Mr. Dick, give me your hand.

Your common sense is invaluable.

I'll take my chance with the boy.

If he's all that you say, at least I can do as much

for him then, as you have done.

But I don't believe a word of it.

- If you were a gentleman-- - Bah! Stuff and nonsense.

- Don't talk to me. - Oh, how exquisitely polite!

Think I don't know what life you must have led this boy's mother?

That poor, unhappy child you married.

A woeful day it was for that soft little creature

when you first came her way

smirking and making great eyes at her

I'll be bound, as if you couldn't say "boo" to a ghost.

I never heard anything so elegant.

Smooth and silky you were.

The poor little innocent had never seen such a man.

He was made of sweetness.

He worshipped her. Doted on her dear little boy.

He was to be another father to him.

And they were all to live together in a garden of roses.

And when you had made sure of her, you began to break her.

To train her like a poor caged bird, wearing her life away.

Teaching her to sing your notes.

This is either insanity or intoxication.

You're a tyrant.

You tormented that simple child through her boy here.

That is why the sight of him is odious to you.

You broke her heart and gave her wounds that she died of.

- And there's the truth for you. - The woman is mad.

Good day to you, sir, and goodbye.

Good day to you, ma'am.

Let me see you ride a donkey over my green again.

And as sure as there's a head on your shoulders

I'll knock your bonnet off and tread upon it.

Clear out. Go along with you. Go along with you. Go along.

[humming]

Thank you! Oh, thank you, aunt.

* King Charles is King of the castle *

* King Charles is King of the castle *

* King Charles is King of the castle *

But why must I go away, Aunt Betsey?

I want to stay with you and Mr. Dick.

You've to be educated and take your place in the world.

There isn't a finer school in Canterbury than Dr. Strong's.

You must make us proud, David.

Never be mean in anything.

Never be false. Never be cruel.

Avoid these three vices, and I can always be hopeful of you.

Very well, aunt. I'll try.

There's a good boy.

- Isn't he, Mr. Dick? - The finest boy...in England.

But I love you and Mr. Dick so much.

- I don't want to go away. - Now, now.

What a kind man you're going to live with, Mr. Wickfield.

My business advisor and good friend.

He has such a pleasant old house.

And Canterbury isn't far away.

[bells chiming]

[piano music]

- How was school today, David? - Great fun.

What do you think happened, Agnes?

Steerforth, the head boy you know, and everyone's hero

let me bowl to him at cricket.

And he walked back to school with me.

How fine.

Papa, you're tired.

Yes...yes, Agnes.

Perhaps, I am.

Shall I take those papers downstairs, father dear?

My little guardian..

...ever since her mother died.

May I take them, Mr. Wickfield?

Thank you, David.

- Thank you. - Yes.

[pleasant music]

[dramatic music]

You're working late tonight, Mr. Heep.

Ah ha, Master Copperfield.

Pray, Master Copperfield, do call me Uriah, if you please.

Certainly.

I'm-I'm improving my legal knowledge.

I suppose you are quite a great lawyer.

Me? Oh, no, Master Copperfield.

I'm a very umble person, I'm well aware.

My mother is, likewise, umble.

We live in a numble abode.

We've many things to be thankful for.

My father's former calling was umble.

- He was a sexton. - What is he now?

He is a partaker of glory at present, Master Copperfield.

I'm thankful for my place here with Mr. Wickfield.

Oh, what a worthy gentleman he is.

Perhaps, you'll be a partner in Mr. Wickfield's business

one of these days.

Me? Oh, no, Master Copperfield.

I'm far too umble for that.

I should think you would come into the business at last.

- Why, I have no views of that. - Oh, yes, I think you will.

Certainly. Oh, I know.

And won't Miss Agnes be glad, eh?

Mother will be expecting me.

Will it suit your convenience if I snuff the candle?

Yes, Uriah.

Goodnight, Master Copperfield.

- Goodnight, Uriah. - Goodnight.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[pleasant music]

(David) Latin verses.

If it weren't for you, Agnes

I should never have learned them.

Steerforth, how handsome.

How astonishingly clever he was.

Always so generous.

Agnes.

Do you remember this?

Oh, what fun we used to have on those Sunday walks.

Remember?

I carved a little wooden heart for you with my first penknife.

Oh, but you will have lost that years ago.

We really must finish your packing, David

or we'll be late for the party at school. Here.

Oh, you can't imagine how excited I am.

A few days holiday and a short visit

with my beloved Peggotty at Yarmouth.

And then London...to start serious work on my book.

Agnes?

There are tears in your eyes.

Father and I in this quiet old place

will be sorry when you're gone.

Ah, but I shan't be at the other end of the world.

I'll write to you and see you often.

I shall always want to confide in you, Agnes.

Whatever happens, whenever I fall in trouble or--

- Even when you fall in love? - Ha ha, even then.

My only wonder is

you've not been in love yourself by this time.

Ah, but I know of no one who deserves to love you.

Someone better than anyone I've ever seen here

must rise up before I'd give my consent.

- Oh, David. - Even then, I should hesitate.

How proud we shall be when your first book is completed.

How much I shall owe to you, if it ever is completed.

What faith I ever had in my writing was given by you.

I shall miss you like my right hand.

Although, that doesn't say much.

There's no head in my right hand...and no heart.

And they both will miss you terribly.

Oh, Master Copperfield.

Mr. Copperfield, I should say.

I was so busy, I didn't see you.

You seem very busy indeed these days, Uriah.

Yes, I'm so glad to be of use to Mr. Wickfield.

What an excellent man he is but..

...how imprudent he has become.

If anyone else had been in my place during the last few years

he'd have had Mr. Wickfield under his thumb.

Under his thumb.

B-but I'm the umble instrument

that is umbly serving him.

[knocking on door]

Ah, pardon me.

(male #4) 'I assume this imposing epithet houses the brightest star'

'in my armament of earthly companions.'

'I allude to Master David Copperfield.'

- Micawber! - 'Copperfield.'

Mr. Micawber, how wonderful to see you in Canterbury.

Thank you.

This successful conclusion of my paragonation

through highways and byways is a happy augury

that something extraordinary is bound to turn up.

Will you excuse me please, sir?

Mr. Micawber, this is Uriah Heep

who works for my good friend, Mr. Wickfield.

How do you do?

Any friend of my friend Copperfield

has a personal claim upon me.

Oh, thank you, thank you, sir.

But I am too umble to be called a friend, Mr. Micawber.

I'm grateful to Mr. Copperfield for his kindness.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

A man, I perceive, of remarkable shrewdness.

Ah! Fruit.

Now tell me, how is Mrs. Micawber?

Mrs. M is, I am pleased to state, in status quo.

In short, were it not for unfortunate circumstances

not unconnected with finance..

Tell me.

No, no.

I shall never be able to hold my head erect

before my fellow man.

But I confide in you that we are being held

virtually as prisoners at the Sun Inn.

The sum involved is admittedly trifling.

Oh, you must allow me.

- Never! Never! - Oh, please. I insist.

You overwhelm me.

Your generosity flaws me.

* Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought.. *

[pleasant music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Goodbye, Mr. Micawber. - Goodbye.

I am impressed with your friend, Heep.

He has been good enough to offer me employment

in a confidential capacity.

Then, something did turn up.

Perhaps the foundation of a new career.

I have acquaintance with the law

only as a defendant, of course.

Will it be too much to hope that Mr. Micawber would

eventually be eligible for a judge or a chancellor?

Yes, he'd be eligible.

- I wish you all success. - Thank you.

Have a good holiday.

Enjoy London and have a good time

with all your old friends at Yarmouth.

Why they have an unchristian name as Peggotty, I don't know.

Oh, thank you, aunt.

Thank you for everything.

Fiddlesticks. Save your sentiment for Agnes.

David will have no time for sentiment in London

seeing the sight of his friend, Steerforth.

Oh, there's no one like Steerforth.

He belongs to the grand world, yet he's as kind and simple

as if he were a country cutlet like myself.

You're a good friend, David. I hope he's worthy of you.

Remember, Agnes. I promised.

You'll see how I work at my writing.

- Goodbye, Uriah, goodbye. - Goodbye.

[indistinct chatter]

[orchestral music]

[music continues]

Why, Copperfield, old boy.

Steerforth! I-I never was so glad.

But, David.. David!

Where's the little nipper I used to order about at school?

Order about? It was an honor.

The great Steerforth.

Head boy.

So kind and protective to a small nobody.

I shall never forget what a hero you were.

Oh, my dear David. I was never anybody's hero.

Not even my own. Come on.

[music continues]

Some fine, high-stepping girls dancing tonight, David.

It's a gala evening, Steerforth.

I've always wanted to see The Enchanted Bird.

Yes, but I can scarcely be excited over an old bird at 40

being shot by a bow and arrow.

David, that's the stage.

Oh, auntie, isn't it lovely?

I say, don't let her notice.

In the next box, the most beautiful girl.

Oh, Steerforth, what heavenly curls.

By Jove, she is pretty.

But those two old hags are with her.

Oh, how wonderful if I could only speak to her.

Oh, but I never shall.

Unless something happens like the theater catching fire.

There's a much easier way than that.

Trust an old hand.

[music continues]

Dear, oh dear. My glasses.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'll find them in the interval.

In the meanwhile, allow me.

I have an excellent pair.

Oh, thank you, sir.

You're most obliging.

Is not the ballet charming?

Yes. Yes, indeed.

I'm afraid you can see but half the stage.

I wonder..

I dare hardly suggest it but our box has a better view.

I wonder whether I may not tempt you and the ladies to share.

Clarissa, don't you think..

...oh, is this not most irregular?

I'm afraid Dora cannot see the ballet too well.

I think we might venture, Lavinia.

A gentleman, I'm sure.

It's too kind...too much.

Dora, come along.

Now, I trust you have an adequate view.

- A pleasurable one, thank you. - Kind of you.

Permit me.

Thank you.

[chuckles]

Yes, I've always considered botany a fascinating subject.

One learns so much from nature.

Oh, indeed.

In the quiet of the country at Norwood

we are able to devote our lives to Dora.

I ride often in the direction of Norwood, Ms. Spenlow.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Ho-how agreeable.

Oh, she's like a dove.

We have the most beautiful dovecot at home.

Ms. Spenlow, I would love to see the dovecot.

May I call?

May I call?

Would your aunts have any objection?

Can he be so cruel as to shoot her?

Sometimes love is cruel, Ms. Spenlow.

Do you think so? Oh!

Oh! Now, he's drawn his bow.

Oh, dear.

Be careful.

Be careful!

[music continues]

She's escaped.

She's escaped!

Please, Ms. Spenlow, may I call?

Perhaps.

If my aunts permit.

[instrumental music]

The old sun must be amused by the constant spectacle

of romantic lovers.

Come along, David.

Let's take them by surprise.

Oh, Steerforth, they're very simple people.

Why, of course. I'll be anything you please.

Comic or sentimental or whatever the scene suggests.

They're the best people in the world.

Why, of course, they are, David. Of course, they are.

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, look who's here. - Master David, Master David.

[indistinct chatter]

Emily. Ham, how are you?

Mr. Steer, this is little Emily, sir.

And this is my nephew, Ham, sir. Mr. Steerforth.

- How do you do? - How are you, sir?

Well, to think of you two gentlemen coming here tonight

under this roof.

Come here, my little pet.

Come here, my little Emily.

If this ain't the brightest night in your uncle's life

as ever was or ever will be, I'm a shellfish.

Go men who row for it.

Now, listen, mates, there's something I got to tell you.

Oh!

[laughs] She knowed I was going to tell.

What does this here blessed tarpaulin do

but lose that there heart of his to our little Emily.

Tonight, he makes so bold as to ask her hand and she agrees.

I know that if I capsized and was to see the town light

shining for the last time

I'd go down quiet, thinking there was a man ashore there

iron true to my little Emily as long as that man lived.

I'd lay down my life for her, Master Davy.

Why gentlemen, she's more to me than..

She's all to me that I can ever want.

More than I can ever say.

There's many a man who can say it better.

No man could say it better or deserve happiness more than you.

- Ham, I give you joy. - Thank you, sir.

And unless you can induce your niece to return, I shall go.

For such a gape at your fireside tonight

I wouldn't make for the wealth of the Indies.

I'll go and fetch the bright-eyed little thing.

[doorknob clicks]

It can't be! Davy!

Oh, my darling boy.

Cheers, Peggotty. Cheers.

What a fine young thing you are.

I-I can't see you for the feeling.

Dear Peggotty.

I'm so sorry to hear about poor Mr. Barkis.

Ah, he went out with the tide as you may say, Davy.

Oh, he was a good and faithful man.

If your sweet mother could see you now, Davy.

Yes, Peggotty.

Do you remember when she and I

danced together in the winter twilight?

To hear the music box..

...and the Sweet William under the wall.

Oh, but wait. Steerforth, this is my beloved Peggotty.

Why, Peggotty, I've known you so long.

I've known the crocodile book and the workbox

with St. Paul's Cathedral on the lid.

And because of what you've been to David, I love you as he does.

I'm-I'm proud to know you, sir.

And you were so good to Davy at school.

Here's the little bride.

Oh, that's a good thought.

Gather around, young gentlemen.

I'm rough as a sea porcupine, but I makes you welcome.

Thank you, Mr. Peggotty.

And now I have a toast to propose.

A toast to little Emily, the flower of Yarmouth.

Here's to her beauty, her happiness and her marriage.

Here's to who marries her, the luckiest man in all England.

(all) Here! Here! Emily! Emily!

* Go fetch me some of your father's gold *

* And some of your mother's fee *

* And two of the best nags from out of the stable *

* Where there stand thirty and three *

* They mounted upon their milk white steeds *

* And rode on side by side *

* Catch hold of my hand, my fair pretty maid *

* And I will make you my bride *

[pleasant music]

[dramatic music]

Why, David..

...you come upon me like a reproachful ghost.

Not reproachful, Steerforth.

I've been looking at the pictures in the fire.

Oh, I detest this mongrel hour, neither day nor night.

What have you been doing?

I've been taking some letters to be posted.

What? Dora again?

Is it twice or three times a day you write to your dear intended?

I envy you.

- 'What is it, Littimer?' - I beg your pardon, sir.

I've arranged for the boat for the summer.

I think you will find the terms satisfactory.

Exceedingly satisfactory.

Isn't Littimer the perfect servant, David.

Respectable, discreet, and a skinflint.

Thank you very much, sir.

You see, I'm going to take my yachting seriously.

Oh, we'll have a glorious summer sailing, David.

Two idle apprentices, sailing and daydreaming.

You of your Dora, and I..

Hang on, Littimer, when is the boat to be ready?

It's being freshly rigged, sir, and renamed.

What are you gonna call her?

- The Little Emily. - Won't that make Emily proud?

She's an engaging little beauty, that girl.

Isn't that a rather chuckle- headed fellow she's gonna marry?

Steerforth!

Don't.

Don't pretend to be cynical.

I see how well you understand these simple people.

How perfectly you enter into their happiness.

And I admire you for it.

I believe you're in earnest.

I believe you're good, David.

Oh, I wish we all were.

David..

...if anything is gonna separate us...promise me..

...you'll always think of me at my best.

You have no best with me, Steerforth

and no worst.

Oh dear, did Emily come?

My chill is creeping up my back.

Oh, I'm a lone, lorn creature.

And everything goes contrary with me.

Oh, cheer up, my pretty mother.

No, Daniel, nothing's natural to me but to be lone and lorn.

Oh, come along, old girl.

It hasn't been so bad the past weeks.

With Master Davy here and Mr. Steerforth to keep us merry.

I know but I'm lone and lorn.

A real sailor man he's become this summer, Mr. Steerforth.

Always happy, sailing along with Ham and Emily.

[whining]

There. That's for little Emily.

The path ain't too bright and cheerful at night.

So, when I'm here and Emily's coming home

I put the light in the window for her.

Ah, here she is.

Where's Emily?

Master David, will you come outside a minute

and see what Emily and me is got to show you?

- Ham, what's the matter? - Master Davy..

For heaven sake, tell me.

Oh, that I'd have died for her.

Would die for her now.

But she's gone.

Gone?

Emily's run away.

And I pray God kill her sooner than let her come to disgrace.

You're a scholar, sir.

You know what's right and best.

What am I to say to them indoors?

How am I gonna break it to him, Master Davy?

[doorknob clicks]

What's amiss?

It's Emily.

It's a letter, sir, from Emily.

You read it, sir. Read it slow.

I-I don't know if I can understand.

"When you, who loved me so much better

than I ever have deserved, see this, I shall be far away."

Far away?

Emily, far away.

"Never to come back, unless he brings me back a lady.

"You that I have wronged

"love someone that will be true to you

"and worthy of you.

"Tell uncle that I never have loved him

half so much, as now."

Who's the man?

Master Davy, leave us a bit.

I want to know his name.

A servant came with a strange chay and hosses

outside the town this morning.

Almost before day broke.

A man was inside.

A man you know, Master Davy.

Emily went to him.

Steerforth!

Ain't no fault of yours, Master Davy.

I'm far from laying of it to you.

The man is Steerforth.

As I'm a living soul

if I had one thought of what was in his mind..

...strike me down dead.

I'd have drowned him and thought it right.

- 'Where you going?' - I'm going to find my Emily.

- Where Dan? - Anywhere, no one's stopping--

No, no, no, Dan.

Seek her in a little while and that'll be but right.

Not as you are now.

Sit you down.

Give me your forgiveness, Dan

for ever having been a worry to you.

Oh, what have my contraries ever been to this!

Dan..

...remember her as the little orphan when you took in.

And that'll soften your poor heart.

I forgive her.

I do forgive her.

But I must find her, if it takes to the end of my days.

[instrumental music]

Dear boy.

His first work between covers at last.

And how good it is!

I knew the promise of his short stories would be fulfilled.

Have you happened to glance at the dedication?

"To the dear one who has given me

courage, inspiration, and love."

Look for yourself, child. You know who that means, I suppose?

Oh, no, Aunt Betsey, it couldn't.

David's always thought of me only as a sister--

Tut tut, then why should he say in his letter

that he has a secret to confide in me?

"A most important decision of my life.

I know that it will make you happy."

Bless my soul. What's keeping him?

Is the London coach late?

Oh, my dear, it's as plain as a pikestaff.

He realizes where his happiness lies.

How I've dreamed that you and he--

Oh, Aunt Betsey!

I've tried not to show it.

Aunt Betsey!

- Agnes. - Come, come, come.

And what is the important news?

I'm in love. Completely, utterly.

With someone, the loveliest, most beautiful..

Her name is Dora Spenlow.

Dora Spenlow?

I hope you've acted wisely, David.

Wisely?

Oh, she's more loving, more adorable..

...than I ever dreamed anybody could be.

I'm so glad, David.

So very glad.

(David) 'Micawber.'

My good friend, Micawber.

I am too humble to be called a friend.

I, you know...I must stop that.

What does this mean?

It can't be.

It is.

My friend, Heep, has advanced his personal situation.

In short, he's a partner.

- Micawber. - Your servant.

Don't you think that Heep is rather a peculiar partner

for Mr. Wickfield?

My dear Copperfield, all I can say about my friend Heep

is that he has responded to my financial appeals

with generosity.

In exchange, of course, of my IOUs.

IOUs, hm..

...in exchange for them.

IOUs.

He has some strange power over Mr. Wickfield, hasn't he?

I should imagine he's made good use of his opportunities here.

Isn't that so?

I am here in a capacity of confidence and trust.

Therefore, allow me to suggest that we do not discuss

the affairs of Mr. Wickfield and Heep.

I offer no offense, I hope.

- As you wish. - Ah, four o'clock.

May I pour you a dish of tea?

[bell ringing] Coming, coming, Mr. Heep.

- 'Micawber, I want you.' - Excuse me, excuse me.

Dear me, what a profit you turned out to be

Mr. Copperfield, eh?

Remember?

You said I might be a partner with Mr. Wickfield someday.

Eh?

Yes, Uriah. You've been a great help to me.

My father always used to say to me

"Be umble, Uriah, and you'll get on. It's what goes down best."

Be umble, Uriah, says father, and you'll do.

I must say, it ain't done bad.

(Uriah) 'Here.'

Sh-shall we go to the drawing room, father?

Perhaps a little music?

Have another cordial with Mr. Copperfield and me.

Stay a bit.

Yes. Yes, I'll stay a bit.

Yeah.

Very well, father.

Come fellow partner, if I may take the liberty

I'll give you another toast.

To the divinest of her sex, Agnes.

(Uriah) 'Agnes Wickfield, ha-ha.'

I know, I'm an umble individual to give you her health

but I admire her, adore her.

(Uriah) 'May I speak out among friends?'

To be her father is a proud distinction.

But to be her husband...oh..

- You.. - What's the matter with you?

- Have you gone mad? - She's all I have.

- Look at him, he dares-- - Please, sir.

Step by step, I've abandoned to him my money, reputation

peace and quiet, house and home.

I kept 'em for you--

But now I finally see you for what you really are, you--

Stop his mouth, Copperfield.

He might say something he'll be sorry for afterwards

and you'll be sorry to have heard.

Eh, fellow partner?

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Father.

Come.

Before we close the subject, you are to understand

that Agnes Wickfield is as far above you and your aspirations

as the moon itself.

You've always hated me, Master Copperfield.

I am well aware.

Thought me too umble.

I'm not gonna be pushed to the wall

by someone who isn't umble.

All's fair in love..

It takes two to make a quarrel, Master Copperfield.

I won't be one, and now you know what to expect.

I expect only this from you, deceit and treachery.

[instrumental music]

Oh, Dody.

Ooh, mind Jip.

[music continues]

[bell clanging]

That's to punish you for your bad behavior.

Ah-h-h, Jip.

Oh, Jippy, to think I could be cruel.

Jippy, Jippy, I'll not curse anymore.

* I cannot leave of dancing *

* Tra-la-la-la *

* Tra-la-la-la *

* I cannot leave of dancing *

* With Jip, my little Jip, I.. *

- Oh, Dody. - Darling, oh.

Dody.

Oh, Dody, I've been so impatient.

Dody, you've forgotten something.

Dody, you brought me a present. Oh, what is--

Now, I do hope the evening's gonna go well.

And you have a good dinner for Aunt Betsey and Mr. Dick.

Isn't he a tiresome, Dody. Dinner's going to be beautiful.

Ha ha ha.

- Oh Dody, what's in the parcel? - Come and get it.

- Jippy wants to know. - Ouch.

- Ha ha ha. - Ha ha ha.

My dearest little wife.

Dody, what is it?

It's the latest cookery book.

Oh, isn't that a clever Dody.

Oh but now we can have the most wonderful dinner.

My dear love, I was shocked at the butcher's bill.

- Where is the account book? - Oh, it's about...somewhere.

Here's a recipe for turtle soup.

"Hang the turtle up by its hind legs

and before it can draw in its neck, cut off its head."

Oh Dody, I couldn't... I couldn't do that.

Sweetmeat. That sounds nice, doesn't it Jippy?

What a mess!

Dora, my life, this is not the place for the easel.

I can't find the account book.

Well, try the guitar case or..

Oh, Dody, it's in Jip's pagoda.

Why Jip, you naughty little thing.

Were you keeping the accounts? Were you?

Oh, my pet.

All these drawings of flowers and ships.

'This seems to be my own likeness.'

Jip, apparently, has walked over it.

'And as for the accounts, well, they seem very peculiar.'

I'm sure, I'm very affectionate.

But those figures are so obstinate.

They will not add up.

Oh, Dody. Dody don't be cross.

Don't be a naughty old bluebeard.

Oh, Dody, look at those wrinkles.

There.

- Oh, my darling. - Oh, my Dody.

[dog snarling]

Now, Jip, you mustn't be tiresome.

Jip tiresome? Dear me, no, of course not.

Oh Dody, I bought the most beautiful barrel of oysters.

And the man said that they were delicious.

Well, here they come.

They seem rather obstinate oysters.

I don't think they've been opened.

We did have the most beautiful oyster knife, but it's lost.

Ow!

Well, that finishes the oysters.

[woman humming]

[mumbling]

Of course, writing a story in monthly parts isn't easy.

Ah, mutton. That's always sure to be good.

(Mrs. Gummidge) 'Splendid. Splendid!'

I've seen some of the illustrations...I hope.

It seems to be all burned.

The butcher said it was the very best mutton.

Well, it may be be the very best, dear

but unfortunately it's burned on one side and raw on the other.

Oh!

[dog grunting]

No, naughty, Jip. No, no! No, no.

[all screaming]

Well, Dora. This is a fine dinner you've given us.

- Oh! - Oh, don't! Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

I shall never stand it, never stand it.

Oh!

[pleasant music]

- Dody! Dody! - My darling!

You were hard-hearted. I was naughty.

- But it was all my fault. - No.

- Yes, Dody. - No, my darling.

No, it was all my fault.

I've...I've been trying to change you

when I should've been trying to relieve you of all your cares.

Why didn't I think of it before?

Think of what, Dody?

Well, we'll send for my Peggotty.

And she shall come and look after us both.

Oh.

Now, my precious, you must be weary.

No Dody, don't send me to bed. Don't.

Dody, may I ask you something?

- It may be silly. - What wonderful thing is that?

I want to help when you're so industrious.

- May I...may I hold the pens? - Yes, dear.

The talking pen, might disturb my Dody.

- Oh...Dody! - My darling, what is it?

What's wrong?

- Master Davy. Master Davy. - What's the matter?

- Dora's not worse, is she? - No, Master Davy.

She's resting comfortably.

But my brother Dan's here. He has news of Emily.

Master Davy.

It was in Naples, by the sea.

There, he wearied of her and left her.

When she knew she was abandoned, her heart died in her.

That snake, his servant, insulted her.

Told her he'd been left there by his master to marry her.

Something cast off for a servant's use.

She tried to die by her own hand.

So, he locked her up, imprisoned her.

And she, my poor lass, when night come

'she forced a window and escaped to the shore.'

'She fought herself home.'

'Wandering on the Yarmouth beach'

'she stumbled on calling out for us who loved her.'

'Thinking that here was the old boat'

'and there was her dear friends.'

'When morning broke, they found her.'

'By God's mercy, they took her in and cared for her.'

All night long, we've been together.

Her arms around my neck and her head laid here.

We knows full well we can put our trust

in one another forevermore.

One thing, Master Davy, is heavy on my mind.

It is Ham, sir.

He was cut deep and lost his care for life.

I've heard how in rough weather and in danger

he's first to follow his mates

as though he hoped the sea would take him.

Sir, would you go to Yarmouth, as soon as maybe

and get word to Ham.

Tell him as how Emily remembers all his kindness

and how she begs his forgiveness

and says goodbye.

I'll go by the first coach.

[intense music]

[music continues]

What boat is that?

It looks like a schooner from Spain or Portugal.

[music continues]

Hello, Mrs. Gummidge. Where's Ham?

He's gone down there to help with the rescue.

I must see him.

I have an important message from Dan Peggotty.

Oh, Master Davy, don't let him do anything dangerous.

Give me a line and I'll swim out to them!

Ham! Ham! Ham!

[music continues]

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

Be careful with the precious, Master Davy.

- Be careful. Be careful. - Easy. Easy.

Everything's all ready for her.

The bed's all made and comfortable.

There you are, Jippy. Go to your mistress.

There you are, my darling.

Oh...Dody, look at the garden.

The blossoms are out.

Now, I know I shall be well and strong again.

And when you can run about as you used to

we shall make Jip race.

Dody, you must take me to London to see the Enchanted Bird again.

- Promise? - Of course, my dear.

Our patient seems to have borne the journey downstairs

remarkably well.

So, I shall be on my way.

Until tomorrow, my dear.

Oh, you must allow me to see you to the door, doctor.

Thank you.

How can we ever thank you enough?

My boy, there's something you must know.

She is better, isn't she?

She's in so much brighter spirits.

Doctor...she's-she's not going to--

No David, no. Her life's in no immediate danger.

But I cannot give you a hope for any real recovery.

I'm sorry, David.

(Dora) 'Dody, come and look at our garden.'

- 'We'll be walking there soon.' - I'm coming, my love.

Yes, doctor?

Her strength is done.

Poor Dora.

- Dody. - Yes, darling.

Is...is it lonely downstairs, Dody?

Very. Very.

Oh, you'll soon be well and strong again, my Dora.

Ah, Dody, sometimes I think

you know it's a silly little thing I always thought

that will never be--

No, no, my darling. I'm with you.

I won't allow anything to happen to you.

Dody, I'm afraid... I was too young.

I wasn't fit to be a wife.

We-we've always been very happy, my sweet Dora.

I was very happy, very.

But as the years went on..

...my dear boy would have wearied of his child wife.

He would have realized more and more..

...what was, what was wanting in his home.

She wouldn't have improved.

You know, Dody, it's better as it is.

- Dody.. - Yes, my dear.

I...I want to speak to Agnes.

Let no one else come.

I want to speak to Agnes, quite alone.

Oh, Dody, you could never love your child wife

more than you do now.

And in more years, she would have...she would have so tried

and disappointed you, that you might not have been

able to love her half as well.

Oh, Jip, it will never be again.

I'm sure I never signed that paper.

Oh, yes, Mr. Wickfield, I can assure you that you did.

But I must have been out of my mind to think I had the power.

Take it more quietly, father.

Then, you'll remember.

I'm afraid Mr. Wickfield is a little careless.

I warned him, but he wouldn't listen to me.

I did listen. I listened far too often--

- Don't let him upset you. - That's right, Miss Agnes.

I fancy all the same, you'll need some help from me

before you're done.

If you were to suggest to Miss Agnes

that she be a little kind to me

we should manage the business very well.

I'm sure it would be good for all parties.

He'll be sorry for this.

Don't despair, sir. I'll get to the bottom of this.

Micawber's the key to it.

He knows better than anyone what Uriah's been up to.

Oh, but he's sold his soul to Uriah, the same as I have.

It's true, Micawber's been strange lately.

I, myself, have been worried.

But he's always been so honest, so true

I-I can't believe he's false until I've seen him.

[door opening]

Miss Trotwood, Mr. Copperfield, and Mr. Dick.

Well, this is an unexpected pleasure, Miss Trotwood.

There've been some changes in the office

since I was an umble clerk.

But I'm not changed, Miss Trotwood.

I think you're pretty constant to the promise of your youth.

If that's any satisfaction to you.

Oh, thank you for your good opinion.

No good opinion's wasted on you, Uriah Heep.

Still seeking a quarrel, Master Copperfield?

I'm seeking more than that.

Don't wait, Micawber. What are you waiting for?

Because...because, in short, I choose.

You was always a worthless fellow, as all the world knows.

You'll oblige me to get rid of you.

Go along. I'll talk to you presently.

If there's a scoundrel in all this world

with whom I've talked too much

that scoundrel's name is Heep.

Oh, I see. A conspiracy, eh?

Well, we understand each other, you and me.

There's no love between us.

You was always a puppy with a proud stomach

from your first coming here.

You envy me my rise.

You'll make nothing of this. I'll match you.

Mr. Micawber, there's a change in this fellow

that assures me we're right. Deal with him as he deserves.

Precious set of people you are, trying to buy me clerk over.

The very scum, as you yourself was

Copperfield before anyone had charity on you.

Miss Wickfield, if you have any love for your father

don't you join them because if you do, I'll ruin him.

Scoundrel.

"Miss Wickfield, Mr. Wickfield, and others whom it may concern.

"In denouncing the most consummate villain

"that ever existed...I ask no consideration for myself.

"But I declare that Heep and Heep only of the firm

of Wickfield and Heep, is the forger and cheat."

Liar. Give me those. Ah.

I'll get even with you. You carried out my orders.

You're in it as much as I.

Approach me, approach me, you-you heap of infamy.

And if your head is human, I'll break it.

I cast off your yoke.

I defy you. Come on. Come on. Come on.

"My charges against Heep are as follows.

"First, he has caused Mr. Wickfield to sign

"documents of importance representing them

"as of no importance.

Thereby, empowering Heep to draw out trust money."

Prove this, you Copperfield. All in good time.

"Second.

"Heep has systematically forged the various books

"and documents, the signature of Mr. Wickfield.

"I have in my possession several imitations

"of Mr. Wickfield's signature, the work of this monster, Heep.

"I have now concluded

"and although poverty and imprisonment may follow

"I trust the labor of these investigations may be

"as a sprinkling of sweet water upon my funeral pyre.

"I ask no more, merely in justice

"let it be said of me as of a gallant naval hero

"that what I have done, I did for England, home, and beauty.

Yours, etc., etc., etc. Wilkins Micawber."

The books.

The books are gone.

- Who stole the books? - I did.

When you gave me the keys this morning as usual.

Don't be uneasy. They're in my possession. I'll take care.

Oh so you receive stolen goods, do you?

In these circumstances, yes.

Hm, what do you want done?

I'll tell you what must be done.

Mr. Wickfield, please.

First, the deed of partnership must be given to me. Now. Here.

- Supposing I haven't got it? - But you have.

Therefore, we won't suppose that.

Then you must return the bonds you've taken and all the money

you've appropriated to the last penny.

All the partnership books and papers

must remain in our possession.

Hm, must they? Don't know about that.

- Must have time to think about. - Certainly.

In the meantime, you may wish to repose in Maidstone jail.

Mr. Dick, will you go and get a few officers?

- With the greatest pleasure. - Oh, no, no.

Now, don't let's be hasty. Don't let's be hasty.

Master Copperfield, we've lost our tempers, perhaps.

Allow me to bend.

I'm a very umble person, Master Copperfield.

I have no wish to rise above my place.

The keys?

Is that all, Master Copperfield?

Yes.

Then I umbly beg to wish you all...a very good day.

[pleasant music]

Goodness me, who is that David's bringing home?

I must speak plainly, Agnes.

After Dora died, I went away lonely and miserable.

I stayed away, realizing my need of you.

I've returned loving you.

David, the night that Dora died

I was alone with her, if you remember.

The last thing that she asked me was

that I should take her place.

I've loved you all my life.

Ha, high time, too. Eh, Mr. Dick?

[pleasant music]