All language subtitles for David.Copperfield.1935.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG.eng

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* 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 *

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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.

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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.

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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!

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'David.'

David.

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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?

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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.

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[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.

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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.

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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]

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

[thunder rumbling]

Peggotty! Peggotty!

What's happened?

Peggotty! Peggotty!
Mother! Mother!

Peggotty! Peggotty!

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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]