All language subtitles for A Christmas Carol Scrooge (1951)

Hello, I'm Patrick Macnee.

The holiday season is my
favorite time of vear.

Families get together, they come
from all parts of the continent.

People really seem to enter
into the spirit of thinas.

A tradition in our family

for many Christmas' has been to
watch the movie, Scrooge.

It was taken from
Charles Dickens' novel,

A Christmas Carol
which was written in 1843.

There have been several
versions of this film,

but my favorite is George Minter's.

It was made in 1951.
It starred Alastair Sim.

It really seemed to capture the true
essence of the Dickens novel.

After all ...

is a story of redemption,
Dickens himself called it

a sentimental romance.

It just seemed to capture the
true holiday spirit so well.

Why don't you and your families join
me in watching this Christmas classic,

Scrooge.

“Hark the Herald Angels Sing"

“Glory to the new born king!"

“Peace on earth and mercy mild,"

“God and sinners reconciled.”

“Joyful all ye nations rise,"

“Join the triumphs of the skies,"

"With angelic hosts proclaim,”

“Christ is born in Bethlehem."

“Hark the herald angels sing,"

“Glory to the new born king!"

Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.

This must be distinctly understood
or nothina wonderful can come of

the story I'm going to relate.

The registry of burial was
sianed by Scrooge

and Scrooge's name was good
on the London Exchange

for anything he chose
to put his hand to.

Ah, Mr. Scrooge.

Your servant, sir.

Are you off home to keep Christmas?

I am not in the habit of
keeping Christmas, Sir.

Then why are you leaving so early?

Because, Sir, Christmas is in habit of
keepina men from doing business.

Come it's the nature of things
that ants toil and arasshoppers

sing and play, Mr. Scrooge.

An ant is what it is, and
a arasshopper is what it is,

and Christmas, Sir,
is a humbuda,. good dav.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Mr. Scrooge, Sir.
Who are vou?

Samuel Wilkins, Sir.

Oh yes, You owe me a little matter of
twenty-odd pounds, | believe.

Well if you want to pay it, come
to my place of business.

| don't conduct my affairs in the
teeth of inclement weather.

I -1 can't pay you, Sir.

I'm not surprised.

Not unless you give me more time.

Did | ask you for more time
to lend vou the money?

Oh, no, Sir!

Then why should you ask me
for more time to pay it back?

Can't take me wife to a debtors' prison.

Then leave her behind.

Why should she go to a
debtors' prison anyway?

She didn't borrow the twenty pounds,
vou did.

Eh, ...what does your wife
aot to do with it?

For that matter, what have |
qaot to do with it? Good afternoon.

But, Mr. Scrooge, it's Christmas!

Christmas has even less to do with it, my
dear sir, than vour wife has or | have.

You still owe me twenty pounds and
vou are not in the position to repay

if it was in the middle of a heat wave
on Auqust bank holiday. Good afternoon.

“Holy infant so tender and mild,"

“Sleep in heavenly peace.”

Be off with you!

Will.

Have | the pleasure of addressing
Mr. Scroodge or Mr. Marley?

Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years.

In fact, he died seven years ago
this verv day.

Well, we have no doubt that his
aenerosity is well represented

by his...surviving partner.

At this festive season of the year,
Mr. Scrooge,

it is more than usually desirable that
we should make some slight provision

for the poor and destitute.

Are there no prisons?

Plenty of prisons.

And the union work houses,
are they still in operation?

They are.

I wish | could say they were not.

And the Treadmill and the Poor Law,
thev're still in full vigor, | presume?

Both very busy, Sir.

Oh, from what you said at first

| was afraid that something had happened
to stop them in their useful course.

I'm very glad to hear it.

| don't think you quite
understand us, Sir.

A few of us are endeavoring to raise a
fund to buy the poor some meat and drink

and means of warmth.

Why?

Because it is at Christmas time, that want
is most keenly felt.

and abundance rejoices.

Uh, what can | put you down for?

Ha! ... nothing.

You wish to be anonymous?

| wish to be left alone.

Since you ask me what | wish, Sir,
that is my answer.

| helped to support the establishments
| have mentioned.

Those who are badly off must go there.

Many can't go there.

And some would rather die.

If they would rather die,
thev'd better do it

and decrease the surplus population.

Besides, it's not my business.

Isn't it, Sir?

No.

It is enough for a man to
understand his own business

without interfering with other peoples”,

mine occupies me constantly.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Who's that?

Your nephew, Uncle.

It's you, is it?

Well, what do you want?

Neither to borrow money
or beq a mortgage, Uncle.

Only to wish you a Merry Christmas!

Keep Christmas in your own way
and leave me to keep it in mine.

But you don't keep it!

And let me leave it alone then.

Much good may it do you to keep it.

Much good it has ever done you.

It's certainly done me no harm.

No, your wayward nature has done that.

And your marriage.

My marriage was the making of me.

The ruin of you, you mean.

Why don't you come and see for yourself,
if vou won't take my word for it.

Come and dine with us tomorrow.

No... thank you.

But why? ... Why?

Why do you marry against my wishes?

Because | fell in love.

You fell in love.

With a woman as penniless as yourself.
Oh, good evening. Nick.

We've never had any quarrel
that I've ever been party to.

I ask nothing of you.

| came here in the spirit of bright good
will and | won't let you dampen it.

So a Merry Christmas to you
any way, Uncle.

Good evening.

And a Happy New Year.

Good Evening.

Humbug!

How is Mrs. Cratchit and
all the small assorted Cratchits?

Very well, Sir. Thank you.

All chomping at the bit for
Christmas to beqin, eh?

Oh yes, Sir, all very eager.

And the little lame boy.
Which one is he?

Tim, Sir.

That's right. How is he?

Good.

A Merry Christmas to you.

Thank you, Sir, and a
Merry Christmas to vou, Sir, I'm sure.

Thank you.

Come along Tim, my dear, I've got to go.

Did you have a lovely time
looking at all the wonderful thinas?

Yes, thank you, Ma-ma.
Did vou get the bia goose?

It's the biggest goose you ever did see.

As big as you and as fat as a beagle.

Wait 'til your father sees it.

His eyes will pop right out of his
head and he'll forget all about

horrid old Mr. Scrooge.

You're not feeling too tired are you, dear?

Not a bit, Ma-ma!

If your father was here, he'd
carry vou home on his shoulder.

Yes, | love having a ride on his shoulder.

| suspect ol' Mr. Scooge will keep him
working in that cold little room

just as late as he possibly can.

Christmas Eve or no Christmas Eve,
the old Ogre.

You want the whole day off
tomorrow, | suppose?

If quite convenient, Sir?
It's not convenient!

And it's not fair.

If | stopped you half-a-crown for it,
vou'd think vourself ill-used,

wouldn't you? Hmm!?

But you don't think me ill-used,
if | pay a day's wadges for no work,

'Tis only once a year, Sir.

That's a poor excuse for picking a
man's pocket every 25th of December.

Yes, Sir. I'm sure. I'm very sorry, Sir, to
cause vou such an inconvenience.

It's the family more than me, Sir.

They put their hearts into Christmas
as it were, Sir.

Yes, and put their hands into my pockets
as it were, Sir.

| suppose you better have the whole day.

But be back all the earlier
the next mornina.

I will indeed, Sir! Thank you, Sir!

It's more than generous of you, Sir.

Yes, | know it is. You don't have to tell me.

Merry Christmas, Sir!

A Merry Christmas, Sir.

You, a clerk on fifteen shillings a week,
with a wife and a family,

talking about a Merry Christmas. Ha ha.

I'll retire to bedlam.

Waiter.

Yes.

More bread.

Take me extra, Sir.

No more bread.

Scrooge.

Jacob Marley.

Scrooge.

Hu - hu- humbug!

Oh...

Hum...

- bug.

Scrooge.

Aaaaaaaaah!

Who are you?!?!

Ask me who | was.

All right, all right,
who were vou then?!

In life, | was your partner,

Oh!

What do you want with me?!

Much.

Huh!

Huh, huh, huh!

In that case, ...

can you sit down?

I can.

Well do it then!

You don't believe in me.

I-l don't.

Why do you doubt your senses?

Because a little thing affects them.

A slight disorder of the stomach
makes them cheat.

You...you ...
might be an undigested bit of beef.

Huh! ...a piece of cheese...

a fragment of an underdone potato.

There's more of gravy than a grave in you,

whatever you are.

You see that toothpick?

I do.

You're not looking at it!

But | see it not withstanding.

Oh.

Well then,

I've just got to swallow this and

and be tortured for the rest of my life
by a legion of hob goblins,

all of my own creation.

It's all humbug, | tell you!

Wahahahahaohoh!!!!

Mercy! ...mercy, mercy!

Man of the worldly mind,
do vou believe in me or not?

Yes, I do, I do, I do, I must.

But why do you walk the earth?

And why do you come to me?

It is required of every man

that the spirit within him should
walk abroad with his fellow men.

If it goes not forth in life it is
condemned to do so after death.

It is doomed to wander
through the world! Aaaaaah! Woe is me!!!

And witness what it cannot share,
but miaght have shared on earth

and turned to happiness.

Why are you fettered?

| wear the chain | forged in life,
I made it link by link

and yard by yard. | girded it on of my own
free will and of my own free will...

| wore it.

You have my sympathy.

Ahhhh...

you do not know the weight and length
of strona chain vou bear vourself.

It was full as heavy and as long as this,

seven Christmas Eve's ago and
vou have labored on it since.

It is a ponderous chain.

Mark me!

In life, my spirit never roved beyond
the limits of our money chandging hole.

Now | am doomed to wander
without rest or peace...

incessant torture and remorse.

But it was only that you were
a good man of business, Jacob.

Business!!! Mankind was my business!

Their common welfare was my business.

And it is at this time of the rolling
vear that | suffer most.

Hear me!

My time is nearly gone.

| come tonight to warn you that you have
vet a chance and hope of escaping my fate.

A chance and hope of my procuring,
Ebenezer.

Thank you, Jacob.

You were always a good friend of mine.

You will be visited by three spirits.

What?

Was that the chance of hope
that vou mentioned, Jacob?

It was.

Oh, well...

In that case, never-mind.

| think I'd rather not.

Without their visits you can not hope
to shun the path | tread.

Expect the first when the bell tolls One.

Look to see me

no more.

But look here...

that you may remember for your own sake,
What has passed between us.

Why do they lament?

They seek to interfere for good

in human measures.

And have lost their powers...

forever.

Are you the spirit who's coming
was foretold to me?

lam.

Who and what are you?

| am the Ghost of Christmas Past.

Long past?

No, your past.

And what is your business here with me?

Your welfare.

Huh...

my welfare.

Your reclamation then.

Take heed, rise, and walk with me.

Through the window?

Are you afraid?

I-but I- | am a mortal.

I'm liable to fall.

There but a touch of my hand and
vou shall be upheld in more than this.

Good heavens!

You know this place?

Know it?!

| was a boy here.

They are the shades of the things
that have been.

They do not know we are here.

Look!

There's my old school.

How lonely and deserted it looks.

Not quite deserted.

A solitary boy, yourself Ebenezer,
foraotten by his friends

is left there still.

| know.

Ebenezer!

Fan!

It's Fan!

Oh, dear brother, | have come
to bring vou home.

Home, home, home!

Home?
Yes!

Home for good and all!
Home forever and ever.

Father is so much kinder than he used
to be that home is like heaven.

For you, perhaps,
but not for me.

He doesn't know me,
nor even what | look like.

Same as | hardly know you
now that vou're quite a woman.

Ma-ma must have looked just
as vou look now, just before she died.

Perhaps that is what has changed
his mind towards vou.

He spoke to me so gently one night
when | was going to bed.

that | wasn't afraid to ask him, just once
more, that vou might come home.

And he said, "Yes, you should," and sent
me in the carriage to bring vou,

and you're never to come back here
anvmore,

and you're never to be lonely again.

Never to be lonely again.

Never, as long as | live!

Then you must live forever, Fan.

Nobody else ever cared for me.
Nobody else ever will.

You must live forever, Fan!

Oh, dear brother, what nonsense!

Everyone loves you very much.

You must forgive Pa-pa
and forget the past.

For our dearest mother's sake.

Oh, Fan...
- There, there.

Bring down, Master Scrooge's box.

Your sister was always a delicate creature
whom a breath might have withered.

But she had a large heart.

She had.

She died a married woman and had,
I think, children.

One child.

True, your nephew.

She died ... giving him life.

As your mother died, giving you life.

For which your father never forgave you,
as if vou were to blame.

You recall this, no doubt.

Recall it!
Why bless my soul!

It's at Old Fezziwig's!

| was apprenticed here.

Look there's Old Fezziwig and
Mrs. Fezziwia, top couple!

Oh, was there ever a kinder man?

And yet, what does this party cost him
in your mortal money?

Three or four pounds, at most.

Is that so much that he
deserves vour praise?

Oh, but it's not that!

The happiness he gave us, his clerks and
apprentices, and evervbody who knew him.

It was as great as if it had...
as if it had cost a fortune.

What's the matter?
Nothina.

Something, | think.
No. no, no, no...

Just that I'd like to have a word with my
own clerk. Bob Cratchit. just now.

That's all.

Turn and see yourself in love,
Ebenezer Scrooge.

It's only a shilling ring, Alice,
but one day. it'll be a gold one.

...when I'm rich enough.

Oh, it's a beautiful ring!

But | mustn't accept it.

Why not?

Because it's not good enough for you?

Oh, no, no.

Oh, because I'm not rich enough
for vou?

How foolish of you,

of course not!

But you're still so young, you may
have a change of heart one day.

Oh, dearest Alice,

if ever | have a change of heart
towards vou,

it'll be because my heart has ceased
to beat.

And it makes no difference that I'm poor?

| love you because you're poor,

not proud and foolish.

Will you...

always feel like that?

As long as | live,
...longer...

forever and ever.

Then, ...

| accept your ring.

Alice

Ebenezer

Ha ha ha ha

God Bless you, Alice,

From now to eternity,
we, two, are as one.

I've seen enough!

Yet more awaits you..
| won't look!

You shall.

Now see yourself in business, Ebenezer.

Come, come Mr. Fezziwig.

We are good friends, | think,
besides good men of business.

We're men of vision and progress.

Why don't you sell out while
the goina‘s good?

You'll never get a better offer.

This is the age of the machine
and the factory and the vested interest.

We small traders are all history,
Mr.Fezziwiqa.

Huh, Doh-Doh's.

Yes, | dare say we are.

And the offer is a very large one,
| have to admit,

but it's not just for money alone
that a man spends a lifetime

building up a business, Mr. Jorkin.

Ha ha ha

Well, if it isn't, I'd like you to tell me
what vou do spend a lifetime

building up a business for?

It's to preserve a way of life that
one knew and loved.

No, | can't see my way to selling out
to the new vested interest, Mr. Jorkin.

| have to be loyal to the old ways
and die out with them, if needs must.

Well, ha ha ha. You know what they say
about time and tide, Mr. Fezziwiq.

They wait for no one.

There's more in life than money, Sir.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Fezziwig, Sir?

Uh yes, yes, my boy?

The foreman would appreciate a word with
vou, if vou could spare the time, Sir.

Uh, yes, yes, of course.

Excuse me a moment.

Ha ha ha, you can't teach an old dog
new tricks. Can vou, Mr. Scrooge?

Nor teach the leopard to change its spots.

Well I - I think I know what Mr. Fezziwig
means thouqh. Sir.

Oh, so you hate progress
and money too, do you?

Well no, | don't hate them, Sir, but ...

well, perhaps the machines aren't such
a good thing for mankind, after all.

Sage and onions, my dear fellow!

Ha! Gammon and spinach.

Why, suppose | told you,
vou could get twice the salary

Old Fezziwig can afford to pay you?

as a clerk in a new company?

What would you say to that, eh?

Well | - I'd still say money wasn't
evervthing, Sir.

Ha, well if it ain't,
| don't know what is.

Come and see me one day
anyway, vound fellow.

You're smart and you're no fool.

That's the kind of buck they're
looking for these davs.

No, Spirit, not here.

Yes, here.

Fan...

your brother.

Do you know me?

Ebenezer.

| sent for you.

Promise me...

Promise you what, Fan?

I'll promise you anything, dearest.

Only there, there isn't going
to be any need.

You're going to get well again, Fan.

No...

You are! you are.

Dear God, you must!

Fan you-you-you can't die.

Fan, you mustn't die!

You're going to get well again, Fan.

Fan, you're going to get well again!

How could you have brought me here?

Have you no mercy, no pity?

Ebenezer.

Brother?

Ebenezer?

Promise me...

you'll take care of my boy.

Promise me

you'll take care my...

You heard her.

Forgive me, Fan.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, Fan!

Forgive me, Fan.

Well, there you are, me buck.
That's where vou'll start.

And you can work your way up as high as
the dome in St. Paul's Cathedral.,

if you have a mind to do so.

Control the cash box and
vou control the world.

By the way, how did Old Fezziwig take it
when vou said you were leaving him?

He wished me luck, Sir.

No hard feelings, eh?
Starting with a clean slate?

Good.

And now let me introduce you to your
fellow clerk. Mr. Marley!

Just a moment please.

Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge, the new clerk.

Mr. Jacob Marley,
our wizard of the accounts.

Your servant, Mr. Marley.

Your servant, Mr. Scrooge.

I'm sure you two gentlemen
will get along famously.

I'm sure we shall Mr. Jorkin, Sir.

Yes, heh heh, well I'll leave you to it.

Thank you.

The place, no doubt, seems new
and strange to vou.

Somewhat.

The world is on the verge of new
and areat changes, Mr. Scrooge.

Some of them, of necessity,
will be violent. Do vou aqaree?

No, | think the world is becoming
a very hard and cruel place, Mr. Marlevy.

One must steel oneself to survive it.

Not be crushed under with
the weak and the infirm.

| think we have many things
in common, Mr. Scrooge.

| hope so, Mr. Marley.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Scrooge, Sir.

Yes?

What's your present salary?

Five shillings a week, Sir.

You can stay for four shillings a week.

Well yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.

Isn't that Old Fezziwig?

Alice.

The same Alice you swore to love
for all eternity, Ebenezer.

She is not changed by the
harshness of the world.

But you are.

Then you no longer love me?

You no longer love me.

When have | ever said that.

In words? ... Never.

Well, in what then?

In the way you have changed.

But how have | changed towards you?

By changing toward the world.

Is it such a terrible thing
for a man to struqale

for something better than he is?

Another idol has replaced me
in vour heart.

A golden idol.

It's singular.

The world, that can be so brutally
cruel to the poor,

professes to condemn the pursuit of
wealth in the same breath.

You fear the world too much.

Ha! ... with reason!

But, | am not changed toward you!

Aren't you?

Our promise is an old one.

It was made when we were both poor
and content to be so.

If you had never made that promise,
tell me...

would you seek me out and
try to win me now?

Of course, | would.

No.

If you were free today, would you choose
a direless qirl with -

with neither wealth nor social standing?

You, who now weigh everything by gain!

I bring you nothing but
repentance and rearet.

That is why ...

I released you.

You know I'm right then?

| must bow to your conviction
that vou are.

May you be happy in the life
vou have chosen.

Thank you.

I shall be.

Goodbye.

Show me no more.

But | told you.

These are but shadows of the
thinas that have been.

That they are what they are.

Do not blame me.
- Take me away!

Very well.

But we have not done vet, Ebenezer Scrooge.

We do, but turn, another page.

And as your business prospered,
Ebenezer Scrooge,

a golden idol took possession
of vour heart ...

as Alice said it would.

May we hear those figures, Mr. Snedrig?

At your pleasure.

Certainly, Mr. Groper.

Well, gentlemen,

after seventeen years of existence,

the Amalgamated Mercantile Society's
books show the startling fiqures

of a liability of three thousand-
two hundred pounds,

eight shillings and 10 pence.

And a total asset of eleven pounds,
eight shillinas, and 10 pence.

Well at least the 10 pences
cancel each other out.

How much of this is the
company's capital?

All of it, Mr. Rosebed.

In short, Sir, you're not only a bankrupt,

you're an embezzler of
the company's funds.

Ha ha ha ha ha

| also beat my wife and skewer innocent
babies when in my cups.

Take a very cool attitude,
if | may say so, Sir.

So do Mr. Scrooge and Mr. Marley.

They're not facing prosecution
for the capital offense.

Oh, but gentlemen it could
have been anv one of vou.

We're all cut-throats under
this fancy linen, Mr. Snedria.

| must ask you to speak
for vourself, Mr. Jorkin!

Well, what would you gain
to prosecute me?

All you would get out of it is
about eleven pounds odd.

And to pack me off to Botany Bay,

would be poor compensation for the panic
that would arise among the share holders.

Panic, Sir?

Yes, panic.

Would any of you gentlemen care to deny

that if this juicy little scandal
leaked out now

the annual shareholders meeting

would resemble an orchestra
of scorched cats.

Result...

bankruptcy all around.

Strike that speech out of the minutes!

Yes, Sir.

Mr. Jorkin doesn't exaggerate the
imprudence of allowing his ...

misdemeanors to be made public.

Are you in sympathy with Mr. Jorkin
by any chance, Mr. Scrooqge?

Not, | confess, with his methods.

Mr. Marley and | have a proposition
to make to the representatives

of the company which might solve
some of the difficulties

to our general advantage.

The devil you have!

You ought to watch these two fellows,
vou know?

They'd skin Jack Ketch alive and
he'd never know they'd done it.

Can we hear the proposition?

Shall | be Spokesman?

Mr. Marley and myself

are prepared to make good
out of our own private resources,

the sum of money appropriated
by Mr. Jorkin.

Ha, ha, ha,

reprieved, reprieved!

Curfew shall not ring tonight,
Mr. Snedriqa.

Order, order!

In return,

we wish to be allowed the option of buying
up further shares in the company.

To a maximum of fifty-one percent
of the total.

In short gentleman,

if you wish to save the fair name of the
company by accepting their aenerous offer,

ha! They become the company.

Fifty-one percent!? Never, never!
Out of question!

Never! Fifty-one percent!?
Out of question!

and also out of order, Mr. Scrooge!

Pardon me...

if you can find the grace to,

I've just come from Mr. Marley's
with a messadge for Mr. Scrooge.

Well, can | give it to him?

Well please your great kind self, dear.

I'm to say ...

that Mr. Marley ain't expected to live
through the night,

and that if Mr. Scrooge wants
to take his leave of him,

he should nip along smartly or there won't
be no Mr. Marley to take leave of

as we know the use of the word.

tch tch tch

He's breathing very queer

when he does breathe at all.

Excuse me, Mr. Scrooge.
- I'm busy.

It's about Mr. Marley,
he's dvina, Sir.

Well what can | do about it?
If he's dving, he's dving.

Well, the message was for you
to go at once, Sir.

It is now a quarter to five.

The business of the office
is not vet finished,

I shall go when the office is closed.

At seven o'clock.

Yes, Sir.

He'll come at Seven.

I'll try and get Mr. Marley to hold out
'til then. I'm sure.

Much obliged.

Good night to ya.

And a Merry Christmas

if it ain't out of keepin'
with the situation.

Thank you, the same to you.

I hope you'll find Mr. Marley well, Sir.

I should think that's highly unlikely.

Yes, | suppose so, Sir, but ..

seems odd to think of the place
without him, Sir.

Why should it be anymore odd
than it was with him, hmm?

We've all got to die, Cratchit.

| suppose you will want the whole day
off tomorrow, as usual.

If quite convenient, Sir?

Ha, ha,... every Christmas
vou say the same thing.

And every Christmas, it's

just as inconvenient as it was
the Christmas before. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Sir.

Who's that, the doctor?

No, Sir, the undertaker.

Ha.

You don't believe in letting the grass
arow under vour feet, do you?

Ours is a highly competitive
profession, Sir.

Is he dead yet?

I'll have another look, if you'd like?
- No, don't bother.

I'll see for myself.

Oh, oh Jacob.

Well have they...have they
seen to vou properly?

Last rights and all that, hmm?

There's uh... there's nothing
I can do, hmm?

Oh?

What ... particularly?

While...
Huh??

...there's still time...

Time? ...

Time for what?

We...

We were wrong.
Huh?

Wrong.

Wrong?

Oh ...

Well we - we can't be right
all the time.

Nobody's perfect.

We've been no worse
than the next man.

Or better, if it comes to that.

You mustn't reproach yourself, Jacob.

We are wrong.

What?

Save ... yourself.

What? Save myself?

Save myself from what?

Hmm?

Speak up

Is he dead?

Yes.

Just like you said.

I always know.

One shadow more.
No!

No more.

| cannot bear it.

Jacob Marley worked at your side
for eighteen vears.

He was the only friend you ever had.

But what did you feel when
vou sianed the reqistrar at his burial

when you took his money, his house,
and his few lean sticks of furniture?

Did you feel a little pity for him?

Look at your face, Ebenezer.

A face of a wrenching,

grasping,

scraping, covetous old sinner.

No.... no,... no, no, no,... ho.

No.... no,... no, no, no,...

Ha ha ha ha.

Heh heh heh heh.

Come in, come in, Ebenezer Scrooge.

I await you.

Yes, I'm - I'm coming.

Come in! ... Come in!

I'm coming.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....

Ohhhhh...

Ebenezer, come in. He he he he he.

Come in, come in! And know me better, man.

Heh heh heh ... | am the Spirit of
Christmas Present.

Look upon me.

You've never seen the like of
me before. ... Have vou?

Never.

And | wish the pleasure had been
indefinitely postponed.

So, ...

is your heart still unmoved
towards us, then?

I'm too old and beyond hope!

Go and redeem some younger,
more promising creature, and

leave me to keep Christmas
in my own way.

Mortal!

We spirits of Christmas do not live
only one dav of our vear.

We live the whole 365.

So is it true of the child
born in Bethlehem.

He does not live in men's hearts only
one day of the vear,

but in all the days of the year.

You have chosen not to seek him
in vour heart.

Therefore, you shall come with me

and seek him in the hearts
of men of good will.

Come.

Touch my robe.

Heh heh heh ha ha ha.

“Hark! The herald angels sing,"

“Glory to the newborn King!"
What place is this?

A place where miners live, who
labor in the bowels of the earth.

But they know me.

Come.

Joyful, all ye nations, rise,

Join the triumph of the skies;

With angelic hosts, proclaim,

Christ is born in Bethlehem!

Hark! The herald angels sing,

Glory to the newborn King!

Why, it's Cratchit!

It's Bob Cratchit.

He's coming mother!

Father's here with tiny Tim!
Here, Martha.

You hide, ...

and we'll tell him you've been held up
and who knows

when you'll be here.
Yes! Go hide!!

Oh, goodness! Where?

Behind the scullery door, quickly, Martha!

Hi.

A Merry Christmas.

Why, ...

where's our Martha?

Oh, she's not coming.

Not coming?

Not coming on Christmas day?

Yes | am, Father!

| can't bear to let them tease you.

Why, bless your heart.

It never would have been Christmas,
if thev'd kept vou late.

Is the pudding still singing
in the copper, Peter?

Yes, come and hear it.
You come, too, Mary and Belinda!

Come, Tim.

You come along as well, Martha.

Come and hear the pudding
singing in the copper.

I'll come in a minute.
- All right.

Sit you down before the fire,

and have a nice warm, the Lord bless you.

that | never did think I'd get away.

We had to clear away this morning,

and then | ran all the way so's
to be here in time.

How did little Tim behave in church?

As good as gold and better.

Sometimes he gets thoughtful sitting
by himself so much

and thinks the strangest things
vou ever heard.

He told me,

he wasn't going to feel shy if people
looked at him because he was a cripple,

as it might be pleasant to them,
being in church,

to remember upon Christmas day,

who made lame beggars walk
and blind men see.

He's growing strong and hearty though,
Martha, my dear.

Isn't he, my love?

Spirit, ... tell me will, ...

will tiny Tim live?

| see a vacant seat in the
poor chimney corner,

and a crutch without an owner,
carefully preserved.

If these shadows remain unaltered
by the Future,

none other of my way
shall find him there.

Oh, no!

No!

Kind Spirit, ...

say that he will be spared.
Why?

If he be like to die, he better do it
and decrease the surplus population.

Well, my little cock sparrow,

here's your own stool by the fire
all ready for vou.

There's such a goose, Martha!

I'm sure of it.

And the pudding! Oh, the pudding!

It shant be easy 'til it's eaten.

| confess, I've had my doubts about
the quantity of flour.

It'll be a perfect pudding my love.

A perfect pudding.

Won't it, Martha, my dear?

Eh, Tim?

It'll be the finest pudding in the
whole of London this Christmas,

and the goose'll be the finest goose.
And ours’ll be the finest Christmas.

Here's the punch, all steaming hot.
Oh, good!

No, no, no, take your turn,
one and all, if vou please.

There's enough for one toast now
and another after that. Thank vou!

Thank you!
There! Bravo! There's bounty for vou!

| declare I'd like to know how many
families of our acquaintance

could boast two rounds
of the best gin punch!

None! No one!

Now, has everybody got his drink?
Yes! Yes!

Good. But before | give the toast,

| have a piece of momentous
information for all,

and Master Peter, in particular.

Master Peter?

Why, that's you, Peter!
What is it, Father? Yeah, what is it?

Master Peter, now grown to full estate
and dianity as son of the house,

and looking every inch the grand fellow
he is. in one of my own collars,

Ha ha ha ha ha....

| have waited for this great moment,

to advise him that | have my eye
on a situation for him

which will bring him, if obtained,
full 5 and 6 pence weekly!

YA!! You'll be quite the independent
aentleman now, Peter!

What next? | wonder.

Then a toast my love, my dearies.

To a Merry Christmas!

God bless us.
God bless us!

God bless us, ...

every one.

| dive you Mr. Scrooge,

the founder of the feast.

Oh no, Father!
He doesn't deserve it!

I wish | had him here now, I'd give him
a piece of my mind to feast himself upon.

My dear, the children ... Christmas Day!

Could only be on Christmas day
that | would drink the health

of such a hard, stingy,
unfeelina man as Mr. Scrooge.

You know he is, Robert, nobody knows it
better than vou do, poor fellow.

My dear,
Christmas dayv.

I'll drink his health for your sake
and the dav"s, ... not for his.

Long life to him. A Merry Christmas and
a Happv New Year.

He'll be very happy
and very merry. no doubt.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

He said that Christmas was
“humbug”, and he believed it, too.

I told you so.

Well, a Merry Christmas and a Happy
New Year to the poor old man.

He wouldn't let me wish it
to him personally,

but here it is, never the less,

Uncle Scrooge!

Yes, to Scrooge!
Uncle Scrooge!

Well, | don't know that our drinking
to him will do him much good.

Or do I. I hate him!

Oh, | forbid it! I'm sorry for him.

| couldn't feel angry with him,
if | tried.

Who suffers worse from his humors?
Himself always.

Look at the way he's taken it in his head
to disown us without a shilling.

and won't even come to dinner with us.

And what's the consequence?

He's only cheated himself out of
a highly indigestible dinner.

It was a wonderful dinner!
- Yes, it was a wonderful dinner.

Well I'm really glad you think so, Miss,

because | personally haven't very much
faith in these newlvwed housekeepers.

Have you, Tupper?

Alas, as a bachelor,
I'm a wretched outcast,

with no right to express an opinion on
such a tender and delicate subject.

Havel, ...

dear, distant, unmovable,
Miss Flora?

Now, you really are quite incorrigible,
Mr. Tupper.

Quite beyond hope.

...and have not charity, | am become
as sounding brass, or a tinklina cymbal.

And though | have the gift of prophecy
and understand all mysteries

and all knowledge,

and though | have all faith so
that | can remove mountains,

and have not charity,
| am nothing.

Do you feel more rested now,
my dear?

| do, bless your dear gentle heart.

Alice...

Do you know, me darlin',

I never thought there was
anvone like vou

left in the whole wide world.

Cut me throat, rip me liver,
if I'm tellin® a lie.

This is the happiest Christmas
| ever had!

Alice?

Alice!?

Spirit, are these people real
or are they shadows?

They're real, we are the shadows.

Both of us?

Did you not cut yourself off
from vour fellow beinas,

when you lost the love of
that gentle creature?

Where are you taking me now?

My time with you, Ebenezer,
is almost done.

Will you profit by what | have shown
vou of the good in most men's hearts?

| don't know.
How can | promise?

If it's too hard a lesson
for vou to learn,

then learn this lesson.

Spirit, are these yours?

They are man's.

They cling to me for protection
from their fetters.

This boy is Ignorance.
This airl is Want.

Beware of them both, but most of all,
beware of this boy.

But have they no refuge,
no resource?

Are there no prisons? ...
Are there no workhouses?

Are there no prisons?
Are there no workhouses?

Are there no prisons?
Are there no workhouses?

Are there no prisons?

Are there no workhouses?

Aaaah!

| am in the presence of the
Spirit of Christmas vet to come.

And you are going to show me
shadows of thinas that have

not yet happened, but will happen?

Spirit of the Future, | fear you more
than any other specter that I've seen.

But even in my fear, | must tell you,
| am too old!

| cannot change.
| can't.

It is not that I am impenitent;
it's just that I -

Oh, wouldn't it be better
if | iust went home to bed?

No?

Lead me, then.

He shall cover thee with his feathers,

and under his wings thou shalt trust:

his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night;

nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

A thousand shall fall at thy side,
and ten thousand at thy right hand:

but it shall not come nigh thee.

For he shall give his angels charge over thee,

to keep thee in all thy ways.

Because he hath set his love upon me,
therefore will | deliver him:

I will set him on high,
because he hath known my name.

Because thou hast made the LORD,
which is my refuge,

even the most High, thy habitation;

There shall no evil befall thee,

neither shall any plague
come nigh thy dwelling.

He shall call upon me,
and | will answer him:

I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him, and honour him.

Shall | stop reading?

No, no ...
it's only the color. It hurts my eves.

They're better now.

It makes them weak, by candlelight.

And | wouldn't show your father weak
eves, when he comes home, for the world.

It must be near his time.

Past it, rather.

But he seems to be walking
a little slower than he used ...

these last few evenings.

Why I've known him walk, with tiny Tim
on his shoulder, very fast, indeed.

So have | ... Often.

So have .
So have .

But then, he was light to carry and his
father loved him, so it was no trouble.

No trouble.

I'm a little late, my dear.
Please foragive me.

You must be cold and tired.
Sit near the fire.

No, no I'm ...
very content, my dear...

very content.

| went to see the place
where he will rest.

It's sheltered by green trees, my dear,
and very quiet and still.

It was strange,
but as | stood there,

| felt his hand slip in mine, as if he was
standing beside me and comforting me.

| felt very peaceful, my dear.

He was telling me, you see,
in his own little wayv, that he's happv.

Truly happy now,...

and that we must cease to grieve
for him, and trv to be happy. too.

Oh Tim, ...
my Tiny Tim.

Poor Robert, Oh Robert, ...
poor Robert.

Hello, Joe.
Huh.

Hi, Joe.
Hev.

Well, come on, then.

No, let the laundress go first.

No, no, dear, you was here first.

After you, I'm sure.

Heh heh heh heh!
Ha ha!

Oh look, Old Joe, it's a chance, ...

if the chow lady, the laundress,
and the undertaker

haven't all met here at the
same time without meaning it! Ha ha ha!

Well, you couldn't have met
in a better place.

Let's go in the parlor.

You were made free of it
lona ago. eh? Heh heh heh

And the other two aren't strangers, heh...

Uh...wait a minute just “til |
shut the door to the shop. eh?

Just shut the door to the shop.

Oh! How it screeks!

There's not a rusted piece of metal
in the place like its own hinges.

And, I'm sure, there are no old
bones here like mine. Well, heh...

We're all suitable to our
callin's, eh? He he he.

We're all well matched.

Come into the parlor.
Come into the parlor.

Who goes first?

What odds, now, that all met at the once.

Everyone's got a right to take care
of themselves, he always did.

Oh, that's true enough, no one more so.

Why then, don't stand staring
as if you was afraid, woman.

Who's the wiser?

We're not gonna pick holes
in each other's coats, | suppose.

No, indeed!
No. we hope not!

Very well then, who's the worse for
the loss of a few things like these?

Not a dead man, | suppose.

No indeed.
Ha ha!

If he wanted to keep "em
after he was dead.

why wasn't he amiable in his lifetime?

If he had been, he'd have had somebody
with him when he was struck with death.

Instead of lying, gasping out his
last air alone be himself.

There never was a truer word spoke.

T'was a judgment on him.

| wish it was a little heavier one.

And it would been, if | could of laid me
hands on anvthing else.

We knew pretty well
we was helping ourselves,

before we come here, | believe.

It's no sin.
Open the bundle, Joe.

No, no, I'll go first.

Just to show we all got trust
in one another.

It's very polite of you,
I do arant, I'm sure.

Watch, fob, seal, pencil case,
sleeve buttons, broach.

Yes, ... 8 shillings, this lot, and |
wouldn't give you another 6 pence.

Not if | was boiled for life
for not doing it.

Who's next?

Always a lady, dear.

I shall have to insist you
all stop and watch mine,

now that we're all so open
and above with each other.

2 sheets, 2 towels, shirt,
teaspoons, 2 silver,

sugar tongs, foods assorted, four.

Yeah, 17 and 6.

That's how | come to ruin myself.

If you ask for another penny

might leave an open question,
I'd rearet me liberality.

Knock off half a crown.

Now open my bundle, Joe.

Come on, what's in it?

Aaaah...
Eh?

You wait and see.

Bed curtains.

Bed curtains?
Uh huh, bed curtains.

What'd you? You would say
vou took these down,

rings and all, and, ...
him lying there?

Yes | do, why not?

Heh heh, you was born to make
a fortune, ma'am, and vou, ...

you certainly will.

These his blankets, too?
Who's else do Va think?

He ain't likely to take cold
without ‘em, | daresay.

Ha ha ha ha!

He didn't die of anything catching,
did he?

Oh, don't you be afraid of it!

I wasn't too fond of his company

I'd loiter about him for
such things. if he did.

And you can look through that
'til Vour eves ache

and you won't find a hole in it.

It's the best one he had,
and a fine one, too.

They'd have wasted it,
if it hadn't been for me.

What you mean, wasted it?

Well they'd have buried him
in this, of course.

But | took it off of him, again.

As if calico ain't good enough
for burvina.

Anyway, it's just as becoming
to the body.

He couldn't have looked uglier than
what he did in this one.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

It's poetic justice.

He frightened near everybody away
from him when he was alive.

And now he benefits us when he's dead.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

No, | don't know much
about it either wav.

| only know he's dead.

When did he die?

Last night, | believe.

What was the matter with him?
| thought he'd never die.

So did he, | daresay.

What's he done with all his money?

Left it to his company, where else?

He didn't leave it to me, ...
that's all | know.

Well, funeral won't cost much,
that's certain.

Pardon my soul, | can't think of
anyone who'll go to it.

| don't mind going,...
if the lunch were provided.

But | must be fed, ...
or else | stay at home.

| know those men.

They're men of business,
very wealthy, very important.

Who's funeral were they talking about?

Strange.

My usual place is over there,
under the clock.

| ought to be there this time of day.

But I'm not.

I'm not!

Before | draw nearer to that stone,
answer me one question.

Are these the shadows of
thinas that must be?

Or are they only shadows
of things that might be?

| know that men's deeds
foreshadow certain ends,

but if the deeds be departed from,
surely the ends will change!

Tell me it is so with what
vou show me now.

Aaaaahhhhh ...

Aaaaa, no Spirit, no, no, no!

Tell me I'm not already dead.
Tell me I'm not already dead!

Tell me I'm not already dead.

Hear me, Spirit,

I'm not the man | was.
Believe me, I'm not the man | was!

Why show me all this
if I'm bevond all hope?

Oh, pity me, Spirit, pity me!

And help me!

Help me to sponge away the
writing on the stone if | repent.

And | do repent, | do repent!

I'll make good, the wrongs
I've done my fellow man.

And, I'll -I'll change!
I'm not the man | was.

I'm not the man | was!

Believe me. Believe me!
I'm not the man | was!

Believe me!

I'm not the man | was.

I'm not the man | was!

I'm not the man ... | was.

Ha ha ha...Heh heh heh...

Good morning, Sir.

Tell me, ... what day is it?

What day?

Why it's Christmas Day, of course, Sir.
Christmas Day?

Christmas Day, Christmas Day!
Then | haven't missed it.

The spirits must have done
evervthing in one night.

But of course, they can do
anvthing, can't they?

Of course, they can!

Ha ha heh heh heh ha ha ha ...

Are you quite yourself, Sir?

What?

| don't know.

No, | - |1 don't think so.

| hope not!
What!?

The curtains are still here.
Thev're still here!

You didn't,... you didn't tear
them down and sell them.

Hmm?
Thev're here. Evervthing's here!

I'm here, ha ha ha ha ha...

and the shadows of things that
would be, can still be dispelled,

and they will be.
| know they will be, | know.

| don't know what to do!

I'm as light as a feather!

I'm as happy as a ...
I'm as happy as an angel!

I'm as ... merry as a school boy!

I'm as giddy... I'm as giddy
as a drunken man, | never...

A Merry Christmas, Ebenezer!

you old humbug!

And a Happy New Year!

... as if you deserved it!

Aaah!!
Merry Christmas. Mrs. Dilbur!

Same to you, Sir.
Well thank vou, thank vou, thank vou.

And many, many of them ...
Aaaaaah!

Aaah! Likewise! ...

Look, Mrs. Dilbur,

there in the corner is where
the Spirit of Christmas Present sat.

And there's the door where
Jacob Marley's ghost came through.

And there's the window where | saw
the wandering spirit.

It's right! It's true!
It all happened! Oh 1l ...

Il don't know what day
of the month it is. I ___

| don't know how long
I've been amongast the spirits. | ...

| don't know anything.
I never did know anvthina.

But now | know
that | don't know anvthing!

| don't know anything.
I never did know anvthina.

But now | know that | don't know
all the Christmas morning.

| must stand on my head.
| must stand on my head!

Aaaah!! Aaaah, aah, ahahh!!!!
Come back. come back!

Aaaah!! Aaaaah!
Come back, come back, Mrs. Dilbur!

Aaaah!! Aaaah, aah, ahahh!!!!
Shhh, please, please, Mrs. Dilbur.

| am not mad.

Even if | do this.
Aaah!!

Don't be violent, Mr. Scrooge, Sir.

You'll force me to scream
for the beetle!

The beetle, madam, ha!

A fig for the beetle.

A guinea?

Here, what for?

I'll give you one guess.

To keep me mouth shut?
Hmm?

To keep your mouth shut.
Oh no.!

No, no, no, Mrs. Dilbur.
It's for a Christmas present.

A Christmas present?

For me?

Of course, for you!

A Merry Merry Christmas.

Dear Mrs. Dilbur,
how much do | pay vou?

2 shillings a week.

What? 2 shillings?
It's forthwith raised to 10!

10 shillings a week, here!

You're sure, you don't
want to see a doctor?

A doctor? Certainly not!
Nor the undertaker! Ha!

Now off you go and enjoy yourself.

Like a good girl.

Bob's your uncle! Ha ha

Ha ha he he ha ha ha!

Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge!
In keeping with the situation!

Oh, the bells, the merry merry bells!

Oh, what a beautiful morning.

Hello there! Hello you!
You boy! You!

Who me?

Yes, you!

Do you know the butcher's
in the next street but one?

I should hope so.

Intelligent boy,
remarkable boy.

Tell me, have they sold the prize
turkey that was handing there?

Not the little turkey, the big one?

The one as big as me?!

Yes,
What a delightful boy.

Yes, my buck, the one as big as you.
- It's hanging there still.

Is it?!
Very well then, go and buy it.

Won't occur!

No, no, no, wait a minute!
Wait a minute!

I'm in earnest.

Tell the butcher to bring it here,
and I'll give him the name of

the party he's to send it to.

Come back with the butcher
and I'll aive vou a shilling.

Come back in less than five minutes
and I'll give you half a crown!

An enchanting boy.

I'll send it to Bob Cratchit!

That's what I'll do. He'll never
dream where it came from!

Now let me see,
| must have a label.

Label, label, label, label, label.
Label, label!

Label. Ha ha ha.

It's twice the size of tiny Tim!

Mr. Robert Cratchit, 2 Porter Street,
Camden Town.

That's you Robert,

least ways there's
no one else | know of.

I think | know who sent it.

Who?
Who??

Mr. Scrooge.

Oh dear, oh dear, whatever made
vou think it might be him?

I don't know, | just think it.

What would make Mr. Scrooge take
such leave of his senses suddenly?

Christmas.

“In Scarlet Town where | was born,"

“There was a fair maid dwelling;"

"“"Made every youth cry Well-a-day,"

“Her name was Barbara Allen."

“All in the merry month of May,"

“"When green buds they were swelling;"

"Young Jimmy Grove on his deathbed lay,"

“For love of Barb'ra Allen."

"“So slowly, slowly she came up,”

“And slowly she came nigh him,"

“And all she said when there she came:"

"Young man, | think..."

Uncle Ebenezer!

Is it too late to accept
vour invitation to dinner?

Too late? I'm delighted, delighted!

My dear, look who it is!

Can you forgive a pig-headed old fool

for having no eyes to see with,
no ears to hear with,

all these years?

Yes, you dear Uncle.

You've made Fred so happy.

Oh, bless you!

Dennis, ... polka.

Bravo, Uncle Scrooge!
Bravo!

Come on everybody.

Everybody!

Cratchit!
You're late.

Sir.

What do you mean by coming
in here this time of day. hmm?

I'm very sorry, Sir.

I am behind my time, Sir.

Hmm, you are indeed!

Step this way, Mr. Cratchit, please.

It's only once a year, Sir.
It won't be repeated.

| was making rather
merry vesterday, Sir.

Hmm hmm hmm hmm!
I'm sure vou were.

Well we won't beat about
the bush, my friend.

I'm not going to stand this sort
of thing any longer.

Which leaves me no alternative

but to raise your salary.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Oh, | haven't taken leave
of my senses, Bob.

I've come to them.

From now on,

| want to try to help you
to raise that family of vours.

If you'll let me.

Well, we'll talk it over later, Bob,

over a, over a bowl
of hot punch, hmm?

Meanwhile, you just go and
put some coal on that fire.

You go straight out and
buy a new coal scuttle.

Yes, you do that before
Vou dot another 'i'. Bob Cratchit!

Ha ha ha, ho ho ho,
heh heh. heh, ha ha ha!

Oh, | don't deserve to be so happy.

But | can't help it. Ha ha!

I just can't help it.

Scrooge was better than his word.

He became as good a friend,
as good a master,

and as good a man as the
aood old city ever knew.

Or any other good old city, town,
or borough in the good old world.

And to tiny Tim, who lived
and got well again,

he became a second father.

Uncle Scrooge!

And it was always said that he knew
how to keep Christmas well,

if any man alive possessed
the knowledge.

May that be truly said of us,
and all of us.

And so,
as tiny Tim observed,

God bless us, ...
every one.

“Sleep in heavenly peace,”

“Sleep in heavenly peace.”

He knew thereafter,
how to keep Christmas well.

Dickens.

What can | say?

It was 38 years ago
that film was made.

And it still continues to delight
vound and old alike.

I know that our family

looks forward every Christmas
to spending this special time together,

with Scrooge, ... Marley, ...
Bob Cratchi

all of them.

| hope you've enjoyed
this version of "Scrooge".

And as tiny Tim so
eloquently says,

God bless us ...

every one.

I'm Patrick Macnee.

Good night
and thank vou.

Oh, ... and Merry, Merry Christmas!