All language subtitles for Mystery of Edwin Drood (1935) REMUX.eng

Belishner, Belishner pass.

Belisner.

Pleasant dreams, deary.

What do you know about my dreams?

Nought, Mr. Roorich, nought.

Have another.

You've had five since you come in.

Here.

Here.

What's that you say?

Power on, I'm saying.

Christ, assured.

Unintelligible!

Remember what he cost me?

Three and six a thimble full.

A gentleman Joe is.

What are you dreaming about, him?

Talk.

Do they talk, your charming patrons?

You ever understand what
they say in their dreams?

Nary a word, Mr. Roorich.

Their dreams is too pleasant.

Have another, it'll make six.

Here.

Five!

Three and six, for a thimbleful
it cost me, I tell you!

And you only leave five bob.

♪ Up, pray, and watch, and wrestle ♪

♪ At midnight comes the cry ♪

♪ See that your lamps are burning ♪

♪ Replenish them with oil ♪

♪ Look now for your salvation ♪

♪ The end of sin and toil ♪

♪ The watchers on the mountains ♪

♪ Proclaim the Bridegroom near ♪

♪ Go, meet him as he cometh ♪

♪ With hallelujahs clear ♪

♪ Amen ♪

♪ Where there you are ♪

♪ Who gazes upon the glade ♪

♪ Raise well you sing ♪

♪ Shall crowd in who are saved ♪

♪ Raise well, you ♪

- Good evening, Mr. Dean.
- Good evening.

Mr. Jasper was took
a little poorly, Sir.

Say taken to the Dean.

And how was Mr. Jasper taken?

Mr. Jasper was that breathless.

Breathless to the Dean, Durdles.

It was some sort of
a fit it seemed to me.

Poor Mr. Jasper has
been going up to London

twice a week for treatment, Sir.

But he insists that it's nothing serious.

Indeed I trust not.

Jack!

Ned!

Oh my dear Edwin,

I didn't expect you so soon.

Let me take your coat.

Aren't your feet wet?

Pull your boots off.

My dear Uncle I'm dry as a bone.

There's slippers in your room.

Don't mollycoddle me, I'm 21 you know.

But it's hard not to.

You must remember I made a
habit of it for 14 years.

Would it be mollycoddling
you to give you a hot drink?

Oh, good old fellow.

Up to much to the old days.

When you're 34 you won't
want to be called old.

Don't be silly.

I see you placed my sketch
of Rosa in a place of honor.

Yes, Ned.

It's the best drawing you ever made,

that's why I put it there.

I should be able to catch
that capricious expression,

I've seen it often enough.

I don't find it on her face when

I go to see her, I leave it there.

Come in.

Well if it isn't Mrs
Tope, Lovelier than ever.

Give me a kiss because
tomorrow is Rosa' birthday.

Your uncle spoiled you,
young man, that's what it is.

I think you have the right
to make free with anyone.

I've a mind to tell Miss Rosa on him.

And you engaged to her in your cradle.

When two people are
engaged in their cradles,

there's a certain flatness to it.

Everything is settled before you begin.

You know I almost envy you Jack.

Your life hasn't been mapped out for you.

You envy me?

Because you're free and independent,

respected as a lay clerk here.

You choose your own society,

no wife when you want one.

One of the most popular
men in Cloisterham.

I hate it here.

The cramped monotony of my
existence grinds me away.

How does our service sound to you?

Beautiful!

Quite celestial.

It often sounds to me quite devilish.

I'm so weary of it all.

No wretched monk who ever droned

his life away in that gloomy cathedral

could be more tired of it.

He could take to carving
demons for relief and did.

What shall I do?

Must I take to carving
them out of my heart?

I thought you had so exactly

found your niche in life, Jack.

They all think so.

Rosa thinks so.

When did she say so?

The last time I was here.

How did she phrase it?

She said you were
made for your vocation.

How's she doing with her music?

Need more lessons.

She won't be taking many
more lessons from you, Jack.

I know it.

I'm going out to Egypt after Christmas.

That engineering job is all settled.

I might as well marry
her and take her with me.

But she's still a child,
she's still in school.

She's 18 tomorrow.

Does Rosa know about this?

I came down to tell her.

Miss Rosa Bud, please.

Yes, Sir,

You step into Miss Twinkleton's parlor.

Oh don't, Eddy.

Don't what, Rosa?

Coming in nearer.

So absurd.

What's absurd?

To be an engaged orphan.

You've given me an
affectionate welcome, I must say.

Well, I will in a minute,
but I can't just yet.

A acidulated drop.

How do you do, Mr. Drood?

Very glad indeed to have the pleasure.

Pray excuse me.

Tweezers, thank you.

Your birthday present.

Gloves?

How did you guess?

Because you gave me gloves

last year and the year before.

Don't let's start nagging.

Sorry, my fault.

Thanks for the gloves.

All the girls gave me presents.

We had a dance last night.

Without any partners?

How dull.

Chavey girls pretended
to be their brothers.

It was so droll.

Did anybody pretended to be..

- To be you?
- Yes.

Oh indeed yes, and I
refused to dance with you.

But why?

Because I was so tired of you.

Don't be angry, you were
just as tired of me.

I trust I disturb no one,

but there WAS a paper-knife.

Mr. Drood is well; Though I needn't ask

if I may judge from complexion.

I have something very important

to tell you, a decision I've come to.

Then let's go for a walk.

Has anybody seen my pearl button-holder?

Can we go for a walk, Miss Twinkleton?

You can, the question
should have been, may you?

You may.

Think of all we can see out there.

Sphinx, and the pyramids, the hot sun.

But I don't want to go to Egypt.

Musty old mummies and sand.

But you're 18.

If we're going to do it the way

our parents wanted us to

we'd better get it over with.

I suppose so.

Give me a kiss, a quick one.

Nobody is looking, doo, doo!

You never want to kiss me.

What are you eating?

Lumps-of-Delight.

What's that?

A Turkish sweetmeat,
don't you know anything?

Might offer me one.

Sorry, that was the last.

That's Jack.

Poor fellow, he's going to miss us.

I don't like it here, do you?

Oh, we haven't had a
very happy walk, have we?

We seem to try one another.

I'm a young little thing
to have an old heartache.

But I really, really have sometimes.

Don't be angry with me.

I know you have one too.

Shut up.

We may be happy yet.

- Oh.
- Ooh.

You are sticky.

Oh, why couldn't left us alone?

I'm very fond of you and yet

I don't have any more fun walking with you

than I do walking with Miss
Twinkleton and the girls.

Now young ladies, remember,

eyes cast modestly down, hands crossed,

step neatly paced and no indecent exposure

of the ankles, let us proceed.

No staring, no giggling, no
laughing and no swishing.

Look, Neville, now we can see
the spires of the cathedral.

A sleepy place it looks.

All these changes are behind us

and no more comfort.

I feel...

Careful with that whip, my man,

you nearly cut my sister's face.

Think I don't know how
to handle a whip, Sir?

Forgive me.

Oh it's all right,
Neville, really it is.

Now behave yourself!

- Your hat, Sir.
- Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Young ladies, order.

A crisis is a test of breeding.

Remember you are Britains!

Let us proceed.

Miss Helena Landless, I presume.

I'm Septimus Crisparkle,
here to tutor your brother.

How do you do?

My brother jumped off the coach.

Your brother jumped off the coach?

Neville is a little impulsive.

- Whoever he may be, Mr.
- Crisparkle, I am glad

you have that heathen
not me, sir.

Oh, Neville, are you all right?

Yes, of course.

Welcome to Cloisterham, Mr. Landless.

I'm Crisparkle.

How do you do?

Oh, please Neville.

Tomorrow you're my pupil,
but today you are my guest.

George, send the rest of
the rest of the luggage

up to my house, this way.

You're very kind.

My mother is expecting
you both to dinner.

She's inviting three
young people to meet you.

So you won't think that
everybody here is antiquated.

For you, my mother dear.

They're
the last of the season.

They're just the color
of the roses of your cheek.

Oh, I do hope the roast didn't overdone.

I wished we hadn't come to England.

I'd rather be shot than meet them.

At least you have am amiable jailer.

You don't have to be cooped up

in a school with a lot of giggling girls.

It's being cooped up that's detestable.

Miss Landless.

Yes, Mr. Crisparkle.

Miss Twinkleton, let me
present Miss Helena Landless,

your new pupil.

How do you do?

And Mr. Neville Landless, my new pupil.

How do you do?

Miss Bud.

This is Miss Landless who is
to be your new school mate.

How do you do?

And her brother.

How do you do?

You're the one brought
in the London coach.

Yes.

From Ceylon I believe, bounded on

the northside Indian Ocean.

Bounded on the south
by the Indian Ocean.

I see you know.

How do you do?

Oh Miss Landless.

Helena, I'm so glad
you're rooming with me,

we're going to be such friends.

Thank you, Miss Bud.

No, Rosa.

Isn't it an absurd name, Rosa Bud?

Of course they all call me Rose Bud,

I hate it, you won't, will you?

Never.

- Neville?
- Yes.

Mr. Drood, this is my guest and pupil,

Mr. Neville Landless.

How are you, ever
been in England before?

No.

From Sumatra you said?

Ceylon.

Oh, Ceylon, I'm sorry, where
the tea comes from, isn't it?

Will everyone please come to table.

Miss Twinkleton, on my son's right.

Thank you Mrs Crisparkle.

And you sit on the
second feet on the left.

You look very lovely
tonight, my dear pupil.

Thank you, Mr. Jasper.

Mr. Neville, you sit
next in row with me.

Thank you.

And you sit next to me.

Thank you.

Imaging growing girls
like you in Ceylon.

I think it would be worth
all the tea on the island.

It is an island, isn't it?

It is an island.

I love your sister, Mr. Landless.

I've never been jealous of
my sister until this minute.

Look at Rosa, flirting with him.

You think she'll look at me
like that after she marries me?

Is Rosa going to marry you?

Yes, of course, didn't you know?

We've been engaged since we were babies.

I hope you'll both be happy here.

You doubt it?

Cloisterham must seem so
cooped in and musty after Ceylon.

I have no idea what Ceylon is like.

Ceylon is hell.

England with people like you
living in it must be heaven.

I want to propose a toast.

To the most charming
young lady in Cloisterham,

on the occasion of her 18th birthday.

May she always be cherished as she is now.

Rosa.

- I didn't know she was...
- Can't go...

always inspired me on the piano.

Listen, may I have a word with you.

Alone, now?

On something this...

Well my boy...

I've got to tell you,
I can't hide things.

My sister and I came here
intending to quarrel,

but you'd went and gone away.

Really?

Heaven's name, why?

We hated everyone who ever
had charge of us before,

so we made up our minds to hate you.

I took a knife to my stepfather.

That's why we were sent to England.

I surprise you, Sir.

You unspeakably shock me.

Have you ever seen a
man beat your sister?

Why are you telling me all this?

Because you're kind,
and I'm grateful to you.

And I mean to play the game by you.

Only, you'll have to make allowances

for my violent temper.

I'm sure I'll try to..

Shall we go in?

Yes.

Just one question, Sir.

Please.

This Mr. Edwin Drood, is
Miss Bud a relation with his?

No, but they are soon to be married.

So that's it.

Thank you.

♪ To follow where my
heavy heart would be ♪

♪ Lord, tell my love ♪

♪ O'er land or see ♪

♪ What I want with him ♪

♪ Eternally ♪

♪ If I were with him every ♪

It's a triumph of female modesty.

Rosa is not used to an audience.

Miss Landless, will you get her pack?

Go quick, Helena, please.

You're such a
conscientious, Master Jack,

I believe you make her afraid of you.

No wonder.

No wonder?

You'd be afraid of him too, wouldn't you?

Not under any circumstances.

Jack's gone Rosa.

I don't think he liked
to be charged of being

the monster that frightened you.

10:00.

Come my dear.

A very Good night to your husbands.

But I'm glad you're
feeling so much better.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night, gentlemen.

- Good night.
- Thank you for your escort.

- Good night.
- Come here,

ladies, Miss Landless.

Have all girls had fits of the vapors?

Men never know why.

You're lucky to have a
sister like Miss Helena.

You are luckier being engaged
to a girl like Miss Rosa.

Cloisterham is a hotbed of gossip.

Is it bad form, Sir, to refer
to an approaching marriage?

Not an ordinary one.

Why is yours extraordinary?

We don't cross examine
people in England.

Heavens, I though it was
ridiculous about my name.

Ridiculous?

You ought to be proud of it.

I don't know what
people are most proud of

they care to discuss with strangers.

They prefer to call it ridiculous.

In England, gentlemen make the rules

and mind their own business.

And in Ceylon, gentlemen use respect

when speaking of their women.

Perhaps you'd go back there,

clearly you don't belong here.

Ned, Ned, Ned.

What's wrong here?

Nothing worth repeating, Jack.

Just a little exhibition
of Ceylonese manners.

Ned!

Mr. Landless is a stranger here.

We are his hosts.

I ask for no allowances
from you or anyone.

Young blood, hot blood.

Now come, we should drink a toast

to each other in my bachelor gatehouse.

Now what can two people who have

only just met find to quarrel about?

Obviously nothing.

Now, there has been no quarrel.

You will be a friend
to me, won't you Rosa?

I need a friend.

Helena, I'm terrified.

Mr. Jasper?

He haunts my thoughts
like a dreadful ghost!

When I am undressed, I
feel as he were looking

through the wall at me.

No, no, Rosa.

I know it's absurd.

But I feel as if I was
never safe from him.

When I play, he never takes
his eyes from my hands,

and when I sing he never
takes his eyes from my lips.

Tonight it was even worse,
as if he were threatening.

Threatening what?

Threatening who?

I don't know.

I don't even think or wonder.

Does Mr. Drood knows
how this man affects you?

Oh no, no, I couldn't
tell him, he loves Jasper.

Jasper has done everything for him.

I've never told anyone but you.

Somehow a glaze comes over his eyes.

He seems to wander away into a frightful

sort of dream and take me with him.

You have been staring

at that portrait, Mr. Neville.

Yes.

It scarcely flatters the original.

Don't be hard upon
it, it was done by Ned.

If I'd known I was in
the artist's presence...

Oh, just a little sketch of mine, Sir.

I am sorry, Mr. Drood.

Here.

If Rosa's a good girl, one of these days

I'll do a real portrait of her.

One you may approve of.

Come, Mr. Neville, we'll drink to Ned.

Mr. Neville.

Ned.

You and I aren't so
lucky, are we Mr. Neville?

It may not be as fine as all that.

Maybe we won't hit it off.

Eh, Rosa.

It might have been better for Mr. Drood

to have known some hardships.

Yes.

And may we know why?

It might have made him
more sensible of good luck.

Have you ever known hardship may I ask?

I have.

And what's it made you sensible of?

I told you once before...

You've done nothing of the sort.

Then I'll tell you now,
your vanity is intolerable.

Your conceit is beyond endurance.

You talk as if you were some rare

and precious prize, you don't deserve...

Oh, so that's what it is.

We English don't encourage fellows

with dark skin to admire our girls.

You.

Ned!

Jack, Jack!

He meant murder.

No, he dropped the knife.

We were both drunk.

Mr. Crisparkle I...

You're not sober, Neville.

I'm afraid not, Sir.

I've just done something terrible.

Well?

You see, I admire Miss
Rosa, Sir, so very much.

I just can't bear her to be treated

with conceit or indifference.

What did you do?

Drood insulted me.

Grossly.

I've lost my temper.

And...

And I drew a knife on him.

Neville.

What's to be done with you?

I love Rosa, Sir.

Do you
realize what you're saying?

I love her with all my heart.

But she and Drood are to
be married almost at once.

He's not worthy of her.

- He talks of her as...
- Neville, you must learn

to fight down this sudden infatuation.

No good can come of it.

Good night.

I'm sorry.

All right, but it's no
use being sorry if you don't

learn to control your temper.

Go to your room and try to sleep.

Jasper, won't you come in?

No thank you, Crisparkle?

I've come to return Mr. Neville's hat.

It's no fault of his that
he did not kill my nephew.

He's very repentant.

I dread to think what may happen when

those two come together again.

- Good night.
- Jasper!

We must keep this
quarrel tonight a secret.

I assure you, I would be
the last to wish it known.

He looked wildly at the wall,

caught sight of the knife and
whipped it out of its sheath.

The young heathen!

Left and right, he's
slashing around with his knife.

Inflicting a wound on
Mr. Jasper's forearm.

And just grazing Mr. Drood's heart.

Perfectly scandalous man,
he threw a knife and fork

at Mr. Drood.

Then he ups with the decanter

and he throws that at Mr. Drood.

It seems that Miss
Landless' brother threw

a complete dinner set at Mr. Drood.

128 pieces?

What will Rosa do?

That's all there was to it.

You understand Miss Rosa?

I wanted to be the first to
tell you about this quarrel.

That's kind of you, Mr. Landless.

I know how you must feel.

And how you must blame me,

Why only you?

But I lost my temper.

Eddie can be too provoking.

He often makes me cross.

I won't let it happen again.

Promise?

Yes.

I promise.

You can apologize, can't you?

Apologize?

You can't ask that of him, Rosa.

But think, unless they make it up,

we shan't all see each other.

Be friends.

Of course I'll apologize.

I promise you I shall.

I can't let you go to Egypt
remembering the worst of me.

My poor Neville.

She forgave me.

Being a particularly angular man

who doesn't fit into the social circle,

I'm not used to giving anything away,

least of all a young lady on her wedding.

But Mr. Grewgious,
you're Rosa's guardian.

Between now and next week there isn't time

to find a substitute.

If you won't give me
away no one else shall.

My apprehension is a little dull

but that seems to settle it.

I have now a personal trust to discharge.

My dear Miss Rosa.

Though I know nothing of
the softer side of life,

yet I feel that the wishes of
the dead who loved you both,

are worthy of your attention.

Your mother as she lay dying

took this ring from her finger.

"Give this," she charged
me, “to Mr. Drood's boy.

“Tell him to place it on Rosa's finger

“if he have so deeply,
truly, with all his heart.

"If not, command him from the dead

"to give the ring back to you."

I accept the responsibilities, Sir.

Oh isn't it beautiful?

Did my father give it to her?

On the day they then
first plighted their faith.

Hard man as I am,

I should hate to see such a
trust to the living, Rosa,

and the dead, your mother, abused.

Bless my soul.

I thank you, my dear.

The honor is almost equal to the pleasure.

Good morning.

Oh, Eddie you are a darling.

From now on we're brother and sister.

Never to be husband and wife.

Never.

Of course you're right.

I've known it too but I've
tried not to admit it to myself.

But it's natural we
should both feel sorry.

But how much better this way?

Now we can always like each other.

Always.

Rosa.

Are you interested in Neville Landless?

He's certainly not interested in me.

He doesn't call at the school anymore.

Don't you know why?

He loves you, and then he
thinks we were to be married,

don't you see?

Do you really think that's it?

I know it, our quarrel started because

he felt that I wasn't good enough for you.

You won't quarrel anymore will you?

Why should we?

And you'll make it up?

Of course.

Your old Jack's arranging a
little peace on earth supper

for Neville and me.

I'm so glad.

Rosa.

If you love him, I wish you both luck.

What will the girls say?

What will all Cloisterham say?

Next week's wedding called off,

what will be the gossip?

Poor Jack is gonna take this hard.

Let's not tell him yet,
let's not spoil his Christmas.

All right.

One must give the ring
back to Mr. Grewgious.

No I won't, I'll keep it a while.

Then if you and Neville should
come to an understanding...

Oh, Eddie for the first time
I very much want to kiss you.

Good evening, Durdles.

Whom you've come to
bury, Mr. Choirmaster?

Why don't you remember, Durdles?

You promised me to take me around

the crypts by moonlight.

It's a wonder

you ain't tired of the cathedral.

I am a bit of an antiquary.

I have an eye for beauty

and a mind to see the spirits at midnight.

You bring the spirits
and Durdles of your own.

I noticed it was a cold night.

It's always a cold night to Durdles.

Here, taste them spirits.

Better than you can get in the taproom.

Even stronger, I'll get me keys.

Why, Durdles, you're
undermined with pockets.

They opens the crypts.

They opens the monuments.

And they opens the way to the tower.

And they opens the cathedral.

Mr. Choirmaster, these
gravestones, all mine.

You're like a popular orchestra

surrounded by his works.

Come on, Durdles.

Widdy widdy wen!

Widdy widdy wen, I catches!

Widdy widdy why, then you don't go.

And I cry, widdy widdy why!

Get over here, what are you doing?

Making a cockshy out of him.

Give me that stone.

That's Deputy, I give him a penny

to stone me home at night.

When I drink, it's the only
way I can get home at all.

See?

And now you leave me alone.

Away with you now.

Durdles has a reason to be
out on the town tonight.

This way, Mr. Jasper.

I gave that boy an object in life.

Not a person, nor a window,
nor a horse, nor a dog,

nor a cat, nor a bird,
nor a fowl, nor a pig.

What that boy has in stone

for want of an enlightened object.

Now he's stoned you.

Ay, Durdles give him three pence a week.

I'm wondering if he has
no competitors for the job.

He has plenty but he
stones them all away.

This is me house.

Well, that's lime, Mr. Jasper.

What you call quick-lime?

Ay, quick enough to eat your bones.

Anything new down here, Durdles?

This ain't no place for novelty.

You're always finding more holders.

There was an old one.

An archbishop.

Durdles find him last Michaelmas.

Slides right into his
coffin with a big.

And there he lies.

And he gives
Durdles a look with his

open eyes as much as to say

I've been looking for you

for a devil of a long-time.

And then he turned into dust.

What I dwell upon most

is the remarkable efficacy with which you

seem to find where people are buried.

Is that so?

Durdles will show you.

Here's the whole flock of the old ones.

You pitch a note when you sing, don't you?

Right.

Just so, so Durdles sounds his notes.

Empty.

Solid.

Still solid.

What's in here?

That?

Empty.

Come on Durdles, you'll freeze here.

Oh, Durdles no freeze.

Where does this lead to?

That's the way to the Tower.

Sleepy?

Strongest of the.

You stay here, I'll
find my way to the belfry.

Wake up Durdles!

Durdles, it's past 1:00.

Why didn't you wake me?

I couldn't.

We'd better take this with us,

come on, let's hurry, it's late.

Nothing like this has ever

happened to Durdles before.

Widdy widdy wen!

That's him again.

You were watching us

I wasn't.

I was getting home,
I've got to get my money

and be out after 10.

He's been spying on us.

Don't hurt the boy, Mr. Jasper,

Thank you, Durdles.

Good night.

I'll get even with
him, so help me I will.

Me if I don't.

Widdy widdy wen!

♪ Noel the angels did say ♪

♪ Was to certain poor shepherds
in fields where they lay ♪

♪ In fields where they lay ♪

♪ Lay keeping their sheep ♪

♪ On a cold winter's
night that was so deep ♪

♪ Noel, Noel ♪

♪ Noel, Noel ♪

♪ Born is the king of Israel ♪

- Thank you, thank you.
- Merry Christmas!

You boys had best run home
before the storm breaks.

- We will.
- We will!

- Night.
- Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All Is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin mother and child ♪

Why have you stick?

For a walking tool, yes.

What does Mr. Crisparkle think
of you going away like this

just before Christmas time?

He knows I'm having a
miserable struggle with myself.

And he thinks that the
change might do you good?

Mm-hmm, besides,

if I'm am not here all the rest of you can

dine cheerfully with him tomorrow.

It's time for me to go out.

I wish I weren't going to
Jester's dinner for a moment.

Maybe a little awkwardness.

But you're sure of yourself?

I wish I felt as sure of everything

as I do of myself.

Strangely you speak.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

I only know I don't like it.

But I promised her.

- Good night.
- Good night.

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪

Are you ill?

What are you doing here?

I came looking for someone,

but I ain't found him yet.

There's no time to look for anyone.

Why don't you go home and get warm?

I need three and six pence to get home.

Give me!

Only three and six pence.

Here you are.

God bless you, bless you.

What's your Christian name?

Jack, Jack Robinson, why?

Be thankful that it ain't Ned.

Why?

It's a bad name to have just now.

How so?

A threatened name, a dangerous name.

Threatened men live long.

Then Ned is so threatened,
he'll live forever.

Would you come in?

My company waits, bad manners in a host.

I'm sorry, you never sang better

in your life than you did tonight.

I've never felt a better spirit.

Because you are a peace maker.

Wasn't it better I don't find

my company shaking hands?

Well I would bet, if I ever
did bet that your company

will have a gay host tonight.

Good night, see you tomorrow.

Good night.

Let me venture to suggest to
the very Reverend, the Dean,

that Cloisterham has never seen such

a storm during my incumbency as Mayor.

The powers of evil seem to
have been abroad last night.

Crisparkle, Crisparkle, Crisparkle!

Yes, yes, Sir.

Crisparkle, where is my nephew?

How should I know?

But he he left my house last
night with Neville Landless.

Mr. Sapsea, my nephew is missing.

Calm yourself my dear, Sir.

No one has ever stayed
missing since I was Mayor.

Beg your pardon, Sir, is Mr. Landless

that dark, foreign
looking young gentleman?

Yes.

Ay, I've seen him.

Across the bridge to the high road, eh.

When I whispered m'lamps out.

A bundle he had.

- Was he alone?
- Aye.

He's run away.

Nonsense, he's gone on a walking tour.

Are you a pack of thieves?

- I won't surrender!
- Stop like this!

He's here, Your Honor.

Bring him in.

Bring him in.

Neville!

I demand to know the
meaning of all this!

There's blood on his stick.

I was attacked by these
men for no earthly reason.

He had it with him
last night in my house.

In Heaven's name what
does this mean then?

What's what I want to know.

Silence, let us proceed in order,

As for the blood, your worship,

We gave him an opportune, he
gave us as good as he got.

There, the blood's explained
and everything else will be.

Neville.

Mr. Landless, where is Edwin?

Edwin?

Isn't he at home?

What have you done with Ned?

When did you last see him, my boy?

We went down to the
river to watch the storm.

Yes?

Yes.

We said goodnight at a fork in the road.

Which way did Edwin go?

He started back to his uncle's.

Why did you run away?

I didn't run away,
why should I run away?

What are you trying to
insinuate against my brother?

Now let us proceed in order.

Now, Sir, why did you leave Cloisterham

in wind like this for a walking tour?

An excellent question, Mr. Sapsea.

Why did you?

I wanted to see the country.

Very suspicious.

May I ask him a question, Your Honor?

Go ahead.

Mr. Neville, in my
presence a few nights ago,

did you or did you not
raise a knife against Ned?

I did.

A knife?

Mm, most UN-English!

But last night we made up
our quarrel, we parted friends.

What was your quarrel about?

That I shan't tell you.

The case has a dark look.

I have a mind to get out a warrant

and commit him to jail
under grave suspicions.

You can't get out a
warrant without evidence,

but I will hold myself responsible

to produce Mr. Landless if required.

Why should Ned have disappeared?

Is it likely he returned to the
river alone and was drowned?

We will search the river.

You will lead the search to
help find Edwin, Mr. Landless.

Gladly.

Mr. Jasper is out of
his mind with distress.

Miss Bud is right.

In my distracted state of mind,

I have been hasty.

Mr. Neville must have an
opportunity to prove his innocence.

At least he can show us
the spot where he parted

from my poor boy last night.

Let us go.

Come Neville.

Thank you for your trust in me.

I understand why you
went away, Helena told me.

For the same reason I'll spare no effort

to find the man you love.

There he is.

Front, as soon as we get some

hot drink in we'll push on again.

He could take us to the
right spot if he would.

If you ask him perhaps he'll
stop for something to eat.

Neville!

Come to the fire, you're wet and cold.

I don't mind that.

There's nothing else to mind.

As long as you believe in me.

We all believe in you.

Except Mr. Jasper.

Rosa, what do you think happened?

I daren't think.

That's why we got to go on searching.

I found something.

What is it, Crisparkle?

Look what we found.

Ned, his...

He's dead.

My boy is dead.

Who is it?

I can't see anyone.

It's Mr. Grewgious.

Poor master Edwin, sir...

Let him come in.

This is strange news.

Strange and fearful news.

How is Miss Rosa?

You may imagine her condition.

Have you seen his sister?

Whose?

The suspected young man.

Do you suspect him?

I can't make up my mind.

Nor I.

But you spoke of him as
the suspected young man.

I thought you had made up your mind.

Mr. Jasper, I have a communication to make

that will surprise you.

At least it surprised me.

What is it?

I might have guessed sooner,

but it never occurred to me.

What is it?

Your nephew was my ward,

although so long betrothed
and so near to be married.

Made up their minds only yesterday

that they were not meant
to be husband and wife.

Not...

They broke their engagement

and parted firmly on the evening

when you last saw them together.

Miss Rosa, should I
show Mr. Jasper out here?

Why, why did you say I was in?

Well, Miss, seeing
the other young ladies

have all gone to the picnic

and you so lonesome like I thought.

I have been waiting for sometime

to be summoned back to my duty near you.

You didn't forget them.

The duty of teaching you music.

I have left off that study.

Not left off, discontinued.

I'm resolved to leave off.

Dearest Rosa, charming Rosa...

I do not wish to hear you.

We cannot always do as we
wish without harming others.

I do not forget how many windows

command a view of us.

I will not touch you again.

Sit down.

My beloved.

There will be no mighty wonder in your

music-master's leaning idly on a sundial

in talking brief.

Rosa.

Even when my dear Edwin was a
fiancée to you, I loved you.

In the distasteful work of the day

or wandering from the paradises and hell

into which I rushed carrying your image,

I loved you madly.

Had the ties between me and
my dear boy been less strong,

I might have swept even
him from your side.

What do you mean?

Judge for yourself whether I shall

allow another man to love you.

I have devoted myself to
discovering Edwin's murderer.

I have worked patiently to
widen the net around him.

It is slowly winding as I speak.

I know Mr. Landless is innocent.

Circumstantial evidence will

accumulate so strong, lady,
even against an innocent man

that it may slay him.

So.

We're clear enough.

Rosa, I give you my fidelity
to my dear dead boy.

I give you my vengeance,
my peace, my despair

if only you will give me yourself

and in exchange I give you
Neville Landless' life.

Because I love you, I
love you, I love you.

Never, never!

Neville!

Oh Neville, I'm afraid.

You're trembling.

You're in danger.

Who frightened you like this?

Jasper said that if I refused his love,

he'll send you the gallows.

And you came to warn me.

To save me, why?

Why?

Because I love you.

You knew, didn't you?

That I wished.

Yes, but tell me.

I couldn't speak because Edwin was here.

Now I mustn't because he isn't here.

Our engagement was broken.

Broken?

I was going to tell you at Christmas.

Edwin knew that you
and I loved each other,

he was going to give you the ring.

What ring?

My mother's ring.

He took it with him to his death.

The death I'm supposed to have caused.

Don't say that.

Everybody thinks so.

But you and I know it isn't true.

You and I can't fight the whole world.

Why not?

I wouldn't let you share my humiliation.

Everywhere I go people
whispering behind my back,

"There goes the murderer of Edwin Drood."

Oh my dear...

Rosa, I'm going away.

But that will seem like
a confession of guilt.

Trust me, it's for the best.

If I go Jasper will have no hold over you.

But you'll come back.

Not until I've been able to prove

to the whole world that
I didn't kill Edwin Drood.

Mr. Sapsea, there's been
a miscarriage of justice!

Impossible.

I've never left my desk

Mr. Mayor, I promised to
produce Neville Landless,

remember he was wanted.

I'm therefore bound in honor to inform you

that he has left my house
without a word to anyone.

When did he leave?

When we went in to call him this morning

his bed had not been disturbed.

It's a confession of his guilt.

The Law has permitted
a murderer to escape.

The Law can do nothing
without a corpus delicti.

Then you still propose to do nothing?

Do nothing!

I shall allow him the county.

I shall notify London.

I shall bring this fellow Landless back

in chains, held as a material witness.

Most quiet room you'll
find mister, mister...

Datchery.

Mr. Datchery.

From the eyes of bishop's palace

but you'll have a fine view.

- Good morning.
- Mrs Tope.

That's Mr. Jasper.

Him with the tragedy.

And it'll be 40 shillings a month.

That's all.

Of course you heard how
Drood was made away with...

So many people are
constantly making away

with so many other people.

There, 20 shillings in advance.

Thank you.

That's Mr. Jasper playing now.

All he has in life is music

and tracking down his nephew's murderer.

Even if he's sworn to death.

- Are you alone?
- Alone deary.

Why, it's you Mr. Roorich!

Well you show surprise.

You kept away a long time.

You're in mourning too, why didn't

you come for a little bit of comfort?

Or did they leave you money

and so you didn't want no comfort?

Hurry will you?

Who was it has died, deary?

A relative.

Died of what, lovey?

Death.

Short and snappish we are.

You'll want a little bit?

Hurry, please.

Comfy all over doesn't it, deary?

We'll do now have a little
forgetfulnesses, we will.

You learned your lesson
in London very well.

You make a most convincing
old gentleman, Mr. Datchery.

I must be convincing.

It's my only hope to clear myself.

I discovered these in a
secret place in his room.

I never had much power of deduction but

these undoubtedly prove Mr. Jasper to be,

as I had surmised,

an addict to some drug.

Do you advise me to return
them where I found them?

As a straightforward man,

I'm used to plotting.

I would suggest that you keep them.

Mr. Grewgious, you claim
that you're cold and dense

but you've helped and heartened me

as only a true friend could.

Nonsense, I'm a hard man,

I hate to see the wrong man hanged.

If he isn't it'll be thanks to you.

What do you make of that?

A wax mold.

Now if I were imaginative,

which of course I'm not,

I'd say that someone had been trying to

get into some place that he shouldn't.

Why, this key must be heavy enough to...

To open a tomb.

Pleasant dreams, deary?

Over and over again.

All over again.

All over again.

Always in the same way?

Always in the same way.

Hundred of thousands
of times I've done it.

It's to be hoped it was pleasant to do.

It was.

Pleasant to do.

So often I'd done it,

but when it was really done

it seemed not worth the doing.

It was done so soon.

So soon.

Ned.

Ned.

Ned!

Ned!

Oh my boy!

My boy!

Why didn't you kill me?

Why?

Rosa.

Rosa.

You'd do anything to get her

you keep talking about, wouldn't you?

Rosa.

She's mine.

She's mine.

No one shall have her but me.

What was I doing?

Strangling me you
was, you can't go round

strangling people without paying for it.

There's your money.

Silver!

And you're a paying it seems.

Oh, be quiet!

I'll not miss ya, Mr. Roorich.

I'll not miss ya twice.

Edwin Drood.

Edwin.

Ned.

John Jasper, 200 pounds.

Mr. Roorich, Mr. Roorich!

Are you looking for anybody?

I've come to find Mr. Roorich.

There is no Mr. Roorich.

What are you giving me?

I've just seen him come in.

That was Mr. Jasper.

He who offers the reward?

The same.

Roorich, Jasper.

Then it's Jasper that I come to see.

Has he a calling, good gentleman?

Calling?

Yes, he sings in the choir.

In the spire?

In the Cathedral.

With a bishop over him?

A dean.

High and mighty dean!

What might be interested to know...

Yes?

Nothing, deary, thank you.

If you want to see Mr. Jasper now,

here's the stairways to his room.

Oh, you don't want to see Mr. Jasper now?

No, I changed me mind.

Help a poor old woman, dear gentleman.

Help a poor soul.

What's troubled with a
grievous cough.

It was here in Cloisterham.

A young gentleman gave me
three and six, I wanted

the money to lay out on some medicines.

What medicines?

Something that makes you forget.

It was last Christmas Eve just after dark,

once when I was here before.

That the young gentleman
give me the three and six.

And the young gentleman's name was Jack.

And I told him it's better than Ned.

Because Ned is a name.

Do you know that?

A guinea, a golden guinea.

All of them just as golden.

If you wait in here for five minutes.

No, no don't hurry me
through the public streets,

it's not my personal dignity,

the dignity of my office as mayor.

Now, haven't we'd better
send for Mr. Jasper?

Later, later the representative
of the Queen's Authority

should hear her first.

Queen's?

Oh, yes, yes, yes of course,
the Queen's authority.

Yes, yes, exactly.

It shall all be done in order.

Let nothing be touched.

- Mrs Tope, no emotions.
- No sir.

Tope, summon the coroner.

What's happened here?

Dead.

Dead.

Who is she?

She came here asking for you.

For me?

I don't know her.

She said that she knew
something about Edwin Drood.

About Ned?

- Ned.
- My nephew.

That explains why she asked for me.

Did she tell you anything?

No.

One thing at a time.

Law must determine how this woman died.

There's blood on the under-iron.

She was killed, when she came in.

She must had a seizure
and struck her head there.

I had myself reached that conclusion.

The coroner, Sir.

An accident Mr. Coroner,
I have determined the cause.

You'll ascertain the identity
of this poor creature.

You can't come in here.

Can't come in here.

I'll bet Mr. Jasper done her in.

Why, you.

Arrest that brat!

Widdy widdy wen, I bet
Mr. Jasper done her in!

Widdy widdy wen, I bet
Mr. Jasper done her in!

Widdy widdy wen, I bet
Mr. Jasper done her in!

He threw a stone at me
once, and I punished him.

Yes, yes, of course, of course.

Widdy widdy wen, I did!

Come here.

Don't you wish you could attack me?

See that six pence.

Come now.

What made you tell that
lie about Mr. Jasper?

Because he tried to choke
me once, murder on his face.

Why?

Because one night him and Durdles

come out of the Cathedral.

Way down they was in the cellars.

Hours and hours.

I waited for them and he
said I was spying on him.

When was this?

I don't know.

I know that it occurred
before the great storm.

You know Mr. Durdles?

Do I knows him?

I stoned him.

You take me to him now

and I'll give you a shilling.

Come on then.

Widdy widdy wen!

You owe me a tuppence.

I do not.

Hello, who be you?

I've been told that Mr. Durdles

knows more than the Dean
about the fine Norman crypts

in your cathedral.

You another of them Antiquarians?

Could you take me down
in those crypts tonight?

I take any gentleman
as brings liquor for two.

Or even liquor for one.

I'll bring it along about 10.

Why anyone wants to go down amongst

the dead ones at night, beats Durdles.

Wary that lime, Datchery.

Where?

By your foot.

It's gone, that's weird.

Durdles ain't done no work down here

since that lime was brought down.

Mr. Jasper gave me the bottle beforehand.

That's a singular key?

Only one of its kind.

Mr. Jasper gave me the bottle beforehand.

Let's go on.

That's were I slipped,

when I was showing Mr. Jasper around.

I'd had a pint by then.

Did you sleep long?

Long enough to dream.

It seems I could hear
Mr. Jasper's footsteps

going through them gates.

Why shouldn't he?

How could he go through the gates who

was locked when Durdles has the only key?

Weird things happen in threes.

Lovely, yes, lovely.

Is it true that you can tell
by the sound of your hammer

where the dead are buried?

Durdles will show.

Some of them have got old
ones in them and some ain't.

Listen.

Solid.

Why should some tombs be empty?

Iotted by Richard III

in the War of the Roses, I've heard tell.

Now this is an empty one.

Now you listen to the difference
in the sound, hollow like!

Sounds the same to me.

It was empty.

Durdles told Mr. Jasper so.

Durdles never makes mistakes.

Isn't this fresh plaster?

Give me your hammer.

What's that?

Why that's the strike with lime?

Go to the Mayor's house,
bring Mr. Sapsea here

and Mr. Brewgious.

And Mr. Crisparkle, tell them to hurry.

What's this all about?

Tell them I think I found Edwin Drood.

Why are you opening this tomb?

If it contains what I think it does,

the murderer of Edwin Drood is found.

Then you know where Neville Landless is?

I do.

Then why not produce him?

And you shall have the reward whether

you find Edwin Brood or not.

But you see Mr. Jasper, Neville Landless

did not kill Edwin Drood.

This way!

- Very strange.
- Almost unimaginable.

I'm a dense man, but I believe.

Ah!

Positively disgraceful, is it not?

It's Mr. Jasper!

Neville!

I followed him here.

Arrest this man!

What does this mean
your being found here?

Look in that tomb.

Just a few bones.

Quick lime has done the rest.

The identification is impossible.

I venture to disagree.

I gave this ring to Mr. Drood

the day he disappeared,

just before his engagement

to Miss Rosa was broken.

You remember Mr. Jasper?

Landless came back here to get the ring.

Mr. Durdles and the boy Deputy

will be the chief witnesses against

the murderer of Edwin Drood.

Them footsteps no dream.

Them spirits.

The quick-lime, you used it.

The tomb empty, you filled it.

He's locked it!

Arrest that man, arrest him, I say!

Sound the alarm!

Be sure and sound the alarm!

Ned, Ned.

What have I done, what have I done,

what have I done?

What have I done?

So soon.

Rosa.

The journey is made.

Rosa.

Mrs Landless!

Widdy widdy wen!

Here!