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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.

Pray, 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 am 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 consulting 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 girl?

Perhaps it will be a boy.

Don't contradict.

I have a presentiment it will 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.

Peggotty....

- Peg--
- My lamb. My lamb. My precious.

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

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

- Peggotty's here, my sweet.
- Come, come.

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

I beg your pardon, ma'am.
This is Dr. Chillip.

Dr. Chillip. I am happy
to congratulate you.

All is now 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?

David.

David.

Poor Father.

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

While we're at home by the fire.

Davy.

I would have you, if you will...

...pursue with me...

...into the gracious
and eternally 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...

...are not always so easy,
so ready to observe...

...as one may fancy....

That man. He is like the black panther
in my animal book, Mama.

- Hush, dear. He's a friend of Mother's.
- Daily work and toil, in which we....

"When in summer months
the streams run dry...

...the crocodile seeks out new waters
wherein to live.

But if the stream merely becomes lower, it
buries itself in the mud and waits for rain."

Bed, Master Davy?

Mummy 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?

Me, handsome, Davy?

Oh, drat them buttons.

Now read me some more
about the "crokindills."

Some sort of a vegetable, ain't it?

Mama!

Mama, I've 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.
- But, Davy, you shouldn't be rude.

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

Let us say good night, my fine boy.

Good night.

Come, come.
Let us be the best of friends.

- Why, Davy, that's the wrong hand.
- No, no, no.

A brave little fellow.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Oh, Mother, you do look pretty tonight.
- Do I, darling?

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.

No, no, it won't do.
No price would make it do. No, no.

How can you be so aggravating,
you cruel thing?

Not such a one as this,
Mr. Copperfield wouldn't have liked.

- That I say, and that I swear.
- Good heavens, you'll drive me mad.

Was ever any 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?
- Oh, 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, and there are the boats and the sea.

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.

She'll have plenty of company.

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

Splendid. Now, to bed.

- Goodbye, my love.
- Goodbye, Mother.

Take precious care of him, Peggotty.

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

Drive very safely,
won't you, dear Mr. Barkis.

- Come on.
- Goodbye, Mama.

Goodbye, ma'am.

- Goodbye, Mama. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, darling.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Davy.

Goodbye, Mother. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, my love.

Goodbye.

Oh, there's my Ham.

Growed out of all knowledge.

Ham!

Hi.

- Ham!
- Auntie Clara, how are you?

Who's that one?

That's Ham, her nephew.

- No sweethearts, I believe?
- A what?

- No person courting her.
- Oh, no, no.

Well....

When you is talking to her private...

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

"That Barkis is willing"?
Is that all the message?

Well, yes.

Barkis is willing.

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

Yon's our house, Master Davy.

Put me down, if you please.
Put me down.

It's a real boat that's been
on the water?

Yes.

But it's upside down.

It's all so delightful.

See the pretty dears.

Well, mates, how are you?

- Lass.
- 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 Em'ly?

Blue like your eyes, my pretty.

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

Thank you.

Oh, drat that chimney.

I'm 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, I have a visitation in the back.

It's the creeps.

Too bad. Too bad.

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

I better go in the poorhouse and die,
and be a riddance.

She be thinking of the old one.

- Mr. Peggotty?
- Yes, sir?

Did you give your son the name Ham
because you lived in a sort of ark?

No, sir. 'Twas given by his father,
my brother Joe.

Dead, Mr. Peggotty?

Drowndead.

But little Em'ly, Mr. Peggotty...

...she's your daughter, isn't she?

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

Dead, Mr. Peggotty?

Drowndead.

Haven't you any children then,
Mr. Peggotty?

No, master. I'm a bachelor.

A bachelor?
Why, who's that, Mr. Peggotty?

That's Mrs. Gummidge.

- Gummidge? Why, I thought--
- 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 "old one"?
- Yes, dear.

Em'ly and her cousin Ham are orphans.

My brother adopted them.
And 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."

I like his impudence.

What is it?

What are you laughing at, Peggotty?

What is it?

Drat the man. 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.

I would go way 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 someday 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 give him...

...a sky-blue coat with diamond buttons
and a cocked hat...

...and a box of money. Look.

I'm going to France.

Em'ly! Come back, quickly!

Em'ly, Em'ly, come here!

That's fun, dancing near the edge.

Mama, Mama, we're here.

Come along.

Mama.

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.

Bless you, no. No.

Something's wrong, Peggotty.

What do you think, Master Davy?

You've got a pa. A new one.

- A new one?
- Come and see him.

I don't want to see him.

But you want to see your mama.

Come, Davy.

"--preacher of the gospel, with some
compliments from the presbytery...

...by whom it was bestowed. Bu--"

- 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, old tea chests...

...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 am very well, and I hope you are.

Wants manner.

Clara, I'm here, as you know,
to relieve you of all the trouble I can.

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

If you'll give me your keys.

Why, I-- All of them?

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

But 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 at 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.

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
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 bear it.

Whatever I am, I am affectionate.

- I must have affection.
- No display of emotion...

...can have the least weight with me.
You'll lose breath.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I have a great many defects, I know.

It is very good of you
to endeavor to correct them.

- Very well.
- Then it is understood...

...I am to attend
to everything in the future?

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

Only, 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're to have a room all to yourself.

Does Mama know?

Peggotty, come here. I want you.

"All crocodiles are flesh-eaters.

But due to forced circumstance...

...live mostly on water."

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,
18 middle counties and-- And--

And....

And six in the east and-- And....

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

Clara?

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 really afraid he does not.

Edward, please.

David, sit down.

Take your slate.

If I go to a cheesemonger shop
and buy 100 Double Gloucester cheeses...

...at fourpence-halfpenny each....

And if I sell half of them
at sixpence-halfpenny...

...20 at fivepence...

...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,
I've been often flogged myself.

To be sure, of course.

I feel not quite well.

We can hardly expect Clara
to bear with perfect firmness...

...the worry and torment
David has occasioned her.

David, you and I will go upstairs, boy.

Don't, Mr. Murdstone, sir, don't.

- Don't--
- Edward!

Clara. You a perfect fool?

In your condition.

I knew my lessons, sir.

David, come here.

If I have an obstinate horse or a 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 when you and Miss Murdstone
are staring at me.

- Can't you, David? We shall see.
- Indeed, I can't.

Oh, Mr. Murdstone, don't, sir!

So he bites, does he?

Mr. Murdstone!

Mother, mother!

Be as soft as a mouse,
or the cat will hear us.

Is Mama very angry with me, Peggotty?

Not at all.

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.

David, 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.

Hasten, Dr. Chillip, she's in great pain.

Peggotty. Peggotty!

Peggotty, what's happened?

Peggotty! Peggotty! Mother! Mother!

Oh, mother, mother!

Peggotty! Peggotty! Peg--!

Peggotty.

Peggotty.

Peggotty! Peggotty!

Peggotty! Peggotty!

Peggotty! Peggotty!

Peggotty! Peggotty!

- Peggotty's here, darling.
- Oh, Peggotty.

- Peggotty's here.
- Peggotty, where were you? Peggotty.

Young as you are, David...

...you've learned 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. Oh, 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-- His mother blessed him."

It was near daybreak
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'am.

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

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

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

Don't be unhappy, David.

I'll 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.

You would always have the horse
and cart to bring you to see me in.

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've 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.

In London, there is a firm
of Murdstone & Grinby in the wine trade.

- Yes.
- It gives employment to several boys.

It shall give employment to you.

Yes, sir.

You will 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.

Stop hiding, Micawber.
We know you're in there.

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

Don't pay,
we'll take the rest of your goods.

Yes, and precious little there.

Micawber, either you pay
or you go to the debtors' prison.

Nobody home. No collectors encouraged.

Master Wilkins. Master Wilkins, stop it.

Get up.

Oh, to see Mama's beautiful bed
so desecrated by those low creatures.

Please, ma'am, I'm David Copperfield.
I was told I was to lodge here.

Oh, welcome, Master Copperfield.

I am Mrs. Micawber. This is my family.

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

Mind your manners, Clickett.

I never thought before I was married...

...when I lived with Papa and Mama...

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

Stop it, dear. Stop it.

I was forgetting.
You must be impatient to see your room.

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

Be careful.

Baked potato, baked potato here.
Baked potato, sir?

- No, thanks.
- They're all hot, sir.

Even so.

We're not gonna wait forever.
Pay us your debts.

If you don't pay, we take all there is....

No luxury, but simple comfort.

Pay up, Micawber! Pay up, Micawber!

Micawber!

Come out and pay your bills!

Mr. Micawber. Children, it is your papa.

So relentlessly pursued
o'er aerial housetop...

...and vice versa...

...I have thwarted the malevolent
machinations of our scurrilous enemies.

In short...

...I have arrived.

My bun. My little cutie.

My children, my own.

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,
the quiet, the privacy...

- ...call them your own.
- Thank you, sir.

Count on us, now and forever.

I will, Mr. Micawber.

Now, as you're 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.

Shortsighted 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.

Hey, my covey,
you've been here three weeks, ain't you?

- Yes, sir.
- Then why ain't you learned nothing?

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

Gentlemen. Gentlemen.

In the aggregate, I judge you
to be a highly distasteful collection.

And in detail: Cowardly, uncouth,
and deserving of merciless chastisement.

You will 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 am 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 tureen
of cock-a-leekie soup.

Veal cutlet, breaded...

...and a jug of egg, hot.

- And a pudding?
- A pudding.

A suet pudding, the very thing.

Wilkins Micawber?

You are under a misapprehension,
my good fellow.

Walk.

No, you don't.
You're Micawber, all right.

You owe me 2 pounds 10
for the last year. Officer, do your duty.

Wilkins Micawber, you're under arrest.

Upon what authority do you take
this unwarrantable procedure?

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 fragment
of a temple once called man.

The blossom is blighted,
the leaf is withered.

The god of day goes down
upon the dreary scene.

In short, I am forever flawed.

Oh, 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 & 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 are 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 I--
- 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?

But Peggotty told me
she's very cantankerous...

...and 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 around the braes

- And pulled the gowans fine
- 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.

- Bring that bag there.
- Wilkins! Wilkins!

- Put that box on the coach.
- Children, be careful.

Well, push it up, that one.

Shades of Nicodemus.

- Sorry, sir.
- You clumsy lout.

Master Copperfield,
your conduct's 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 am 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 approve your prospects...

...in case anything turns up.

Which I may say,
I am hourly expecting.

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

Master Copperfield.

Farewell, Copperfield.

Farewell, my lad.

Goodbye, my boy.

Bye, my friend, goodbye.

I say, sixpence worth of bad halfpence...

...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 sixpence.

Are you sure you've got
the money to pay me?

Oh, yes.

Let me see it.

I have it here.

- 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, you blighter!
Watch where you're going!

Janet! Donkeys!

I won't be trespassed upon.

Get off the green!

I've told you young rascals
not to ride across this green.

- Don't you dare. Don't you dare.
- We're going to go right through, we are.

- You can't stop it.
- Hey, I'll be your witness.

Stop hitting.

Don't you dare to cross this green.

If you please, ma'am.

Go away. Go along. No boys here.

If you please, Aunt.

I'm your nephew.

Bless my soul alive!

I'm 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've been slighted and taught nothing
and put to work not fit for me.

It made me run away to you.

I was robbed before setting out,
and have walked all the way...

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

- My dear.
- Look at me now.

My dear. Oh, bless my soul.

My soul alive.

Mercy, oh, mercy. Oh, mercy on this--
Bless my soul.

Come, swallow this.

Swallow this.

Mercy on you. Come, swallow this.

Swallow this.

Come, come.

Bless my soul. Lie down. Lie down.

- Ma'am, what's happened?
- Mercy, on this.

Bless my soul. Bless my soul.

Bless my soul.

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

Because nobody can be more discreet
than you can, when you choose.

You've heard me mention
David Copperfield.

David Copperfield? David?

Oh, to be sure. Certainly.

He's done a pretty piece of business.

He's run away.

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

- Do with him?
- Come, come, come.

I want some sound advice.

Don't pretend to be woolgathering
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, bubbles as big as my head.

Watch out.

Oh, mercy on us.

- Bless my soul.
- There's a clean boy, yes.

Mercy save the man.

Hurry, child. Tut. Tut.

Let me dry you,
or you'll catch your death.

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

He's been called mad...

...or I 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, now. To bed with you.
- Oh, but I'll-- Please.

Bless my soul.

Bless my soul. Bless my soul.

Bless my soul. Mercy on us.

Our Father, who art in heaven...

...hallowed be thy name
for bringing me here.

And please,
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...

...because I walked
such a long, long way.

And I....

Cherub.

How does the world go?

I'll tell you what,
I shouldn't wish it to be mentioned.

It's a mad world. Mad as bedlam, boy.

Aunt Betsey sends her compliments...

...and asks how you are getting on
with your petition.

I believe I'm doing very well.

Do you remember the date...

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

But no matter. No matter.

- What do you think of that for a kite?
- It's a beautiful one.

I made it. We'll go and fly it, you and I.

David. Come, come.

Just coming, Aunt. Coming.

David, your stepfather's coming today.

Must I go away with him, Aunt?

I don't know anything about it.
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.

Oh, Janet.

- How dare you? How dare you?
- They're the same rascals as before.

- Clear off. Clear off now.
- How dare you?

Be off with you! Be off with you!

You bold-faced thing.

This is most outrageous.

Go away.

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 awkward to strangers.
- Is it?

Miss Trotwood.

You are Mr. Murdstone.

Mr. Dick, an old and intimate friend...

...on whose judgment I rely.

Be seated.

- Well, sir.
- Miss Trotwood, I--

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

Jane Murdstone, 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.

But I warn you that if you step
in between him and me now...

...you 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.

And you, 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 you say he is...

...at least I can do as much for him
as you have done.

But I don't believe a word of it.

Miss Trotwood,
if you were a gentleman, I'd--

- Stuff and nonsense. Don't talk to me.
- How exquisitely polite.

You think I don't know what kind of a life
you 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...to a goose.

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 worshiped 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.

As sure as there's a head
on your shoulders...

...I'll knock your bonnet off
and tread on it!

Now, clear out. Go along with you.
Go along with you, go along.

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.
- 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 have to be educated, David,
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.

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

And 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 the 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.

You're working late tonight, Mr. Heep.

Master Copperfield.

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

- Certainly.
- Yes.

I'm improving my legal knowledge.

I suppose you are quite a great lawyer.

Me? Oh, no, Master Copperfield.

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

My mother is likewise humble.
We live in an humble abode.

We've many things to be thankful for.

My father's former calling was humble.
He was a sexton.

What is he now?

He's 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 his business one of these days.

Me? Oh, no, Master Copperfield.
I'm far too humble for that.

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

- Why, I have no views of that sort.
- 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.

- Good night, Master Copperfield.
- Good night, Uriah.

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'll 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 Peggottys at Yarmouth.

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

Agnes?

Those are tears in your eyes.

Father and I, in this quiet old place,
will be sorry when you're gone.

Oh, 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?

Even then.

You know, my only wonder is...

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

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 me by you.

I shall miss you like my right hand.
Although that doesn't say much.

For 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'm 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.

But I'm the humble instrument
that's humbly serving him.

Pardon me.

I assume that this imposing edifice
houses the brightest star...

...in my firmament
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 peregrinations...

...through highways and byways
is a happy augury...

...that something extraordinary
is bound to turn up.

Will you excuse me, please?

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 humble 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 should never be able to hold
my head erect before my fellow man.

Still, 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 floors me.

- 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.

Would 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 should they have such an unchristian
name as Peggotty, I don't know.

Oh, thank you, Aunt.
Thank you for everything.

Oh, fiddlesticks.
Save your sentiment for Agnes.

David will have no time
for sentiment in London...

...seeing 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 cousin 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.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Why, Copperfield, old boy.

Steerforth, 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 to me.

My dear David, I was never
anybody's hero...

...not even my own. Come on.

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 of 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 dragons 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.

Oh, 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 other ladies to share.

Clarissa, do 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.

- Quite perfect, thank you.
- Too kind of you.

Permit me.

Thank you.

Yes. 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're able to devote our lives to Dora.

I shall be riding often in the direction
of Norwood, Miss Spenlow.

Oh, yes, indeed. How agreeable.

Oh, she's like a dove.

We have the most beautiful dovecote
at home.

Oh, Miss Spenlow, I'd love to see
the dovecote. 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, Miss Spenlow.
- Do you think so?

Oh, now he's drawn his bow.

- Oh, dear.
- Miss Spenlow.

Be careful. Be careful.

She's escaped.

- She's escaped.
- Please, Miss Spenlow, may I call?

Perhaps, if my aunts permit.

The old sun must be amused...

...by the constant spectacle
of romantic lovers.

Come along, Davy.

Let's take them by surprise.

Oh, Steerforth. They're--
They're very simple people.

Why, of course.
And 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.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

- Look who's here.
- Master David.

Em'ly. Ham, how are you?

Mr. Steerforth, this is little Em'ly, sir.

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

Well, to think of you two gentlemen...

...coming here tonight under this roof.

Come here, my little pet.
Come here, my little Em'ly.

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

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

Gorm and horroar for it.

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

She knows I was going to tell.

And what does this here
blessed tarpaulin do...

...but lose that there heart of his
to our little Em'ly.

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 a-thinking
there was a man ashore there...

...iron-true to my little Em'ly
as long as that man lived.

I'll 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
and 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.

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

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

For such a gap at your fireside tonight...

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

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

It can't be. Davy.

Oh, my darling boy.

It is, Peggotty, it is.

What a fine young figure you are.

- I can't see you for my feelings.
- Dear Peggotty.

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

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 the old 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 work box
with St. Paul's Cathedral on the lid.

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

I'm proud to know you, sir.
And you're so good to Davy at school.

Here's the little bride.
That's a good thought, mom.

Gather round, 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 Em'ly,
the flower of Yarmouth.

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

And here's to the one who is to marry her,
the luckiest man in all England.

- Em'ly and Ham.
- Ham and Em'ly.

Ham and Em'ly.

Why, David...

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

Not reproachful, Steerforth.

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

How 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
that you write to your divinity?

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, sir.

Exceedingly satisfactory.

Isn't Littimer the perfect servant, David?
Respectable, discreet and a skinflint.

Thank you very much, sir.

You see,
I'm gonna 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 it, Littimer,
when's the boat to be ready?

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

What are you going to call her?

- The Little Em'ly.
- Oh, won't that make Em'ly proud.

She's an engaging little beauty, that girl.

Isn't that rather a chuckleheaded
fellow she's going to marry?

Steerforth. Don't.

Don't pretend to be cynical.

I see how well you understand
these simple people...

...and 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.

Davy, if anything should ever
separate us...

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

You have no best for me, Steerforth,
and no worst.

Oh, dear, 'tis early come.

A chill autumn creeping up my back.

I'm a lone, lorn creature.

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 sailorman he's become
this summer, Mr. Steerforth.

Always happy sailing along
with Ham and Em'ly.

There. That's for little Em'ly.

The path ain't over-bright
or cheerful at night...

...so when I'm here
and Em'ly's coming home...

...I put the light in the window for her.

Here she is.

Where's Em'ly?

Master Davy,
will you come outside a minute...

...and see what Em'ly and me
has got to show you?

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

For heaven's sake, tell me.

Her, that I'd have died for--
Would die for now.

--is gone.

- Gone?
- Em'ly'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?

What's amiss?

It's Em'ly.

It's a letter, sir, from Em'ly.

You read it, sir. Read it slow.

I don't know as 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. Em'ly, 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 chaise
and horses outside the town this morning.

Almost before day broke.
A man was inside.

A man you know, Master Davy.
Em'ly went to him.

Steerforth.

It ain't no fault of yourn, Master Davy.
I'm far from a laying of it to you.

The man is Steerforth.

As I'm a living soul...

...if I'd one thought
of what was in his mind...

...strike me down dead,
I'd have drowned him and thought it right.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to find my Em'ly.

- Where, Dan?
- Anywhere. No one's stopping me.

No, no, no, Daniel.

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

But not as you are now.

Sit you down.

Give me your forgiveness, Daniel,
for ever having been a worry to you.

Oh, what have my contraries
ever been to this.

Dan...

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

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.

My dear boy.

His first work, between covers at last.

And how good it is.

I knew one day 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?

"The 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?

No, 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.

Micawber. My good friend, Micawber.

I am too humble to be called a friend.

I-- 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 is 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, for my IOUs.

IOUs.

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 Messrs. Wickfield and Heep.

I offer no offense, I hope.

- As you wish.
- Four o'clock.

May I pour you a dish of tea?

- Coming, coming, Mr. Heep.
- Micawber, Micawber, I want you.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Dear me, what a prophet
you turned out to be, Mr. Copperfield, eh?

Remember?

You said I might be a partner
of Mr. Wickfield some day.

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

My father always used to say to me:

"Be humble, Uriah, and you'll get on.

It's what goes down best."

"Be humble, Uriah," says Father,
"and you'll do."

I must say, it ain't done bad.

Here.

Shall we go to the drawing room, Father?

Perhaps a little music?

Have another cordial with Mr. Copperfield
and me before you go, sir.

Stay a bit.

- Yes. Yes, I'll stay a bit.
- Yes.

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.
Agnes Wickfield.

Oh, I know I'm a humble individual
to give you her health...

...but I admire, adore her.

May I speak out among friends?

To be her father is a proud distinction.

But to be her husband....

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

- You gone mad?
- My child is 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--

Oh, I kept them 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,
and you'll be sorry to have heard.

Eh, fellow partner?

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Father.

Come.

Before we close the subject,
you ought 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 humble.

But now I'm not gonna be
pushed to the wall...

...by someone who isn't humble.
All's fair in love.

There.

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.

Oh, dear.

Oh, Doady.

Mind Jip.

That's to punish you
for your bad behavior.

Jip. Oh, did he think I could be cross
with him?

Jippy, Jippy, I'm not cross anymore.

- Oh, Doady.
- Darling.

Doady. Oh, Doady,
I've been so impatient.

Doady, you've forgotten something.

Doady, you brought me a present.
What is it?

Now, now.
I do hope the evening's going to go well...

...and you've a good dinner
for Aunt Betsey and Mr. Dick.

Oh, isn't he a tiresome Doady.
Dinner's going to be beautiful.

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

Jippy wants to know.

My dearest little wife.

Doady, what is it?

It's the latest cookery book.

Isn't it a clever Doady.

Oh, but now we can have
the most wonderful dinners.

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, Doady, I could-- I couldn't do that.

Sweetmeats.
That sounds nicer, 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.

Try the guitar case, or--

Oh, Doady, 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, Doady. Doady, don't be cross.

Don't be a naughty old bluebeard.

Oh, Doady, look at those wrinkles.

There.

- Oh, my darling.
- Oh, my Doady.

Now, Jip, you mustn't be tiresome.

Jip, tiresome? Dear me, no.

Of course not.

Oh, Doady...

...I bought the most beautiful
little barrel of oysters...

...and the man said
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.

Well, that finishes the oysters.

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

Mutton.

That's always sure to be good.

Splendid, splendid.

I've seen some of the illustrations.

I hope....

It seems to be all burned.

But the butcher said
it was the very best mutton.

Well, it may be the very best, dear,
but unfortunately...

...it's burnt on one side
and raw on the other.

Now, now, then, Jip.

Now, now. Now, now.

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

Oh, don't!

Oh, dear. Oh, dear, I wish I was dead.
I wish I was dead in the ground....

- Doady. Doady.
- My darling.

You were hardhearted, I was naughty...

- ...but it was all my fault.
- No.

- Yes, Doady.
- No, my darling.

No, it was all my fault.

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

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

Why didn't I think of it before?

Think of what, Doady?

Well, we'll send for my Peggotty...

...and she shall come
and look after us both.

Now, my precious, you must be weary.

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

Doady, may I ask you something
very, very silly?

What wonderful thing is that?

I want to help
when you're so industrious.

May I--? May I hold the pens?

Yes, dear.

That's a talking pen.

It will disturb my Doady.

- Doady.
- 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 Em'ly.

Master Davy.

It was in Naples, by the sea.

There he wearied of her, left her.

When she knowed 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 thought herself home...

...wandering on the Yarmouth beach.

She stumbled on,
calling out for us who loved her...

...thinking that here was the old boat...

...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 laying 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 heared, now,
in rough weather and in danger...

...he's first afore his mates
as though he hopes the sea would take him.

Sir, would you go to Yarmouth,
as soon as may be...

...and get word to Ham?

Tell him as how Em'ly remembers
all his kindness...

...and how she begs his forgiveness...

...and says goodbye.

I'll go by the first coach.

What boat is that?

It looks like a schooner
from Spain or Portugal.

Hack it!

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.

Get me a line, and I'll swim out to her.

Ham.

Ham! Ham!

Careful with the little precious,
Master David, careful.

- Careful.
- Isn't that wonderful?

Everything's all ready for her.
The bed's all made and comfortable.

There you are.
You can go to your mistress.

There you are, my darling.

Oh, Doady, look at the garden.

The blossoms are out.

Now I know
I shall be well and strong again.

When you can run about as you used to,
we shall make Jip race.

Doady, 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?

But 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 hope
for any real recovery.

I'm sorry, David.

Doady, 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.

- Doady?
- Yes, darling.

Is it--? Is it lonely downstairs, Doady?

Very. Very.

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

Oh, Doady, sometimes I think--

You know what a silly little thing
I always was.

--that that will never be.

No, no, my darling.

I'm with you.
I won't allow anything to happen to you.

Doady, I'm afraid I was too young.

I wasn't fit to be a wife.

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 wanting in his home.

She wouldn't have improved.

No, Doady, it's better as it is.

- Doady?
- Yes, my dear.

I-- I want to speak to Agnes.

Let no one else come.

I want to speak to Agnes quite alone.

Oh, Doady, you could never love
your child-wife more than you do now.

And in more years, she would have
so tried and disappointed you...

...that you might not have been able to
love her half as well.

Oh, Jip,
it may never be again.

I'm sure I never signed that paper.

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

But I-- 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.

Micawber, he sold his soul to Uriah,
the same as I have.

Oh, it's true. Micawber's been strange
lately. I myself have been worried.

But he's always been so honest, so true.

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

Miss Trotwood, Mr. Copperfield
and Mr. Dick.

Well, this is an unexpected pleasure,
Miss Trotwood.

There have been some changes in the office
since I was an humble clerk.

But I'm not changed, Miss Trotwood.

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

...if that's any satisfaction to you.

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 were always a worthless fellow,
as the world knows.

You'll oblige me to get rid of you.

Now, 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.

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, me rise.

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

Mr. Micawber, the change in
this fellow assures me we're right.

Deal with him as he deserves.

Precious set of people, ain't you,
trying to buy me clerk over.

The very scum as you yourself was,
Copperfield...

...before anyone had charity on you.

Miss Wickfield, if you really love
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 & Heep...

- ...is the forger and cheat."
- Liar!

I'll get even with you for this.

You carried out my orders.
You're in it as much as I.

Approach me, approach me,
you Heep 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 it follows:

First, he has caused Mr. Wickfield
to sign documents of importance...

...representing them as if
no importance...

...thereby empowering Heep
to draw out trust moneys."

Prove this, you Copperfield,
all in good time--

"Second, Heep has systematically forged
to 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
on my funeral pyre.

I ask no more.

In mere 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, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera,
Wilkins Micawber.

The books. The books are gone!

Who stole the books?

I did, when you gave me the keys
this morning, as usual.

They're in my possession.
I'll take care of them.

Oh, so you receive stolen goods,
do you?

In these circumstances, yes.

- What do you want done?
- I'll tell you what must be done.

Mr. Wickfield, please.

First, the deed of partnership must be
given over to me now, here.

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

Therefore, we won't suppose that.

You must return
the bonds you've taken...

...and the money you've appropriated,
to the last penny.

All the partnership books and papers
must remain in our possession.

Must they? I don't know about that.
I must have time to think about it.

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

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

With the greatest pleasure.

No, no, no. Don't let's be hasty.
Don't let's be hasty.

Master Copperfield.

We've lost our tempers, perhaps,
and no need of that.

I'm a very humble person,
Master Copperfield.

I've no wish to rise above my place.

The keys.

- Is that all, Master Copperfield?
- Yes.

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

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 returned loving you.

David, the night that Dora died,
I was alone with her, you remember.

The last thing that she asked me
was that I should take her place.

I've loved you all my life.

High time too, eh, Mr. Dick?