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[ Bird squawks ]

MAN: My father's family name being Pirrip,

and my Christian name being Philip,

my infant tongue could make of both names

nothing longer than Pip.

So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

My first most vivid impression of life

was gained on a memorable raw afternoon,

the day before Christmas.

I knew for certain then that my parents

were dead and buried,

in this bleak churchyard.

That the dark, flat wilderness beyond the churchyard,

was the marshes.

The low leaden line beyond... the river.

That the distant savage lair from which the wind came...

was the sea.

And that the bundle of shivers, fear, and loneliness beginning to cry,

was Pip.

Stay still, you little devil, or I'll slit your throat!

[ Sighs ]

[ Chains rattling ]

[ Birds squawking ]

Now, tell me your name!

Quick!

Pip, sir.

- Where do you live? - Over in the village, sir.

Where's your mother?

- There, sir. - Aye.

Also Georgina.

That your father alonger your mother?

Yes, sir.

Late of this parish.

Who d'ye live with,

supposin' I'll let you live, which I hadn't made up me mind about?

M-My sister, sir,

Mrs. Joseph Gargary, wife of the village blacksmith, sir.

- You know what a file is? - Yes, sir.

You know what vittles is?

Food.

All right, now.

You get me a file and get me vittles tomorrow morning.

You do it...

and don't you never dare say a word about your having seen

such a person as me.

You fail, your heart and your liver will be tore out, roasted, and ate.

I'm not alone.

There's a young man hid here with me,

in comparison with which young man I am a Angel.

He hears me words.

Now, you can lock your door, be warm in bed,

think yourself comfortable and safe,

but this young man will creep his way softly to you

and tear you open.

Now, I have had great difficulty

keeping this young man from harming you.

What do you say?

I promise I'll do it, sir.

Say, "Lord strike me down if I don't."

He'll strike me if I don't, sir.

Now, remember what you undertook.

Get home!

Pip, where you been off to?

Mrs. Joe's been out a dozen times, looking for you.

Has she?

Yes, she has, 'ol chap.

And once more, she's got Tickler with her.

WOMAN: Joe, is he there? Joe!

Yeah, she's comin'. Here, get this between ya.

And then get behind that door.

Hurry, now.

And where have you been, young devil?

I've only been up to churchyard.

Only been to the churchyard.

You drive me to the churchyard!

I've been out in those marshes, one hour looking for you!

But do you care what happens to me? Hmm?

Me? Your own sister who brought you up by hand?

You care if you'll not have a toy on Christmas Eve?

No, no, no!

It's not that you know the floor isn't swept!

Enough of you!

I would've swept it if you asked me, my dear.

Oh!

Anyway, you've done quite enough, Joe Gargery!

If it wasn't bad enough making me a blacksmith's wife,

you spoil the boy by taking his part against me.

Now sweep!

[ Guns fire in the distance ]

What's that?

Sounds like another convict off.

What's that mean, Joe? [ Guns fire in the distance ]

Escaped. Escaped.

Who's firing?

The Hulks!

[ Guns continue firing ]

Please, what's Hulks?

Answering one question, he'll ask a dozen directly.

Hulks is prison-ships, right across the marshes.

What sort of person would be put in a prison-ship?

People get put into prison-ships because they murder,

and because they rob, and do all sorts of bad,

and they always begin by asking questions.

Now sweep!

[ Clock ticking ]

[ Moaning in sleep ]

[ Clock continues to tick ]

[ Mrs. Gargery moans in her sleep ]

[ Bells ringing softly ]

[ Bells chiming ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Clears throat ]

I think you caught a chill, sir.

[ Breathing heavy ]

I'm much of your opinion, boy.

PIP: It's bad about these parts.

You ain't brought no one with you?

No, sir. No!

No, you're not a deceiving imp, are you?

[ Boat horn ]

PIP: Glad you enjoy it.

Thankee. Thankee.

It's all I could do to get the food past him.

Who?

The other young man you're riding with.

Where?

Over the far side of the graveyard.

- A young man with a... - Scar down his cheek, yes!

Give me a hold of that file. Quick!

Well...

you won't be needing me no more, sir.

[ Filing at leg iron ]

We got company, you see? It being Christmas, like.

My sister would go mad, on her own.

Go on a rampage.

Beggin' your pardon if there's... nothing more.

Merry Christmas!

[ Continues filing at leg iron ]

Deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night

Though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight

Gath'ring winter fuel

[ Bells ringing distantly ]

Compliments of the season!

I have brought you mum a bottle of port wine.

Oh, Pumblechook, this is too kind!

- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas, as well!

And I have brought you mum a bottle of sherry wine.

Mr. Wopsle!

WOMAN: And some of my preserves!

MRS. GARGERY: You're too kind!

Thank you.

- Merry Christmas, Mister. - Merry Christmas to you, my dear.

Thank you.

MRS. GARGERY: Joe! Joe! Take their hats and coats!

- Yes, ma'am. - PUMBLECHOOK: Where's Pip?

MRS. GARGERY: That boy is never to be found when he's wanted.

He'd be the death of me, I know!

PUMBLECHOOK: How fortunate he is, but is he grateful?

WOMAN: Oh, why is the young never grateful?

Naturally vicious they are.

How very true!

[ Sighs ]

Merry Christmas, Uncle Pumblechook,

Mr. Wopsle.

Mrs. Wopsle.

ALL: Merry Christmas.

Sit down, Pip. Please.

Joe! Joe!

- Serve the punch. - I am, my dear.

He doesn't deserve the news I bring.

Oh, what news?

Do you know of Miss Havisham, boy?

Everybody's heard of Miss Havisham, Uncle.

She's the rich lady who lives in the grey house.

Miss Havisham sent me a message to find a boy

to bring there tomorrow morning.

Me?

Why not you?

She could make your fortune.

I wonder how she came to know our Pip!

She doesn't know you, fool. She knows dear Uncle Pumblechook.

What would I be expected to do, like?

To play, boy.

They say she's mad!

Who says?

Oh, everyone in the village.

[ Sighs ]

When you're as rich as Miss Havisham, you're not mad...

you're just uncommon.

Joe... I don't think...

Pip, you don't have to go, lad.

But, of course, he's going.

If she wants our Pip to play there, he better play there.

PUMBLECHOOK: Better than ever, ma'am.

A meal fit for a...

A king?

A sermon, Joe. A sermon.

We are showered with blessings here today.

True! True!

But now, Uncle...

Oh! Oh, I couldn't.

Surely, you'll have a little of my savory pork pie?

[ Drops utensils ]

Indeed, you must, Auntie.

You know there is not another pork pie so delicious in all the county.

Wrong! In all England.

We'll do our best with it, mum.

I-I'll taste a little to finish.

Pip, go and get the pie.

Well, never fear, old chap, you shall have some, too.

That boy!

Ask him to do anything, he doesn't hear!

Joe, cold plates, clean.

Gracious goodness! Who's gone off with the pie?

[ Drums ]

You're the blacksmith Gargery?

And pray, what you might want with him on Christmas?

A little job done.

Been out on a chase. We've had an accident with these.

As they are wanted for immediate service,

will you throw your eye over them?

Why, I have to go to my forge to do that!

Convicts, sergeant?

Don't fear, they'll soon find themselves trapped on those marshes.

Fix 'em proper now and bring 'em up to us there.

Aah! Murder! Murder!

There they are! Torches!

Come on! Get them!

Come on! Move!

MAN: Right, stop 'em fighting.

SERGEANT: Stand 'em up! Bring 'em over here.

Come on, men! Move!

You didn't kill me, did ya?

I'd be a dead man if you hadn't come.

He lies.

I'll make you pay for this, Magwitch!

Handcuffs!

Right! March!

Here, I want to say something respecting this escape.

I took a file and some vittles... in the village, from the blacksmith.

It was a bottle of liquor and a pie.

You happened to miss such an article as a pie, blacksmith?

My wife did, the very minute you came in.

Don't you remember, Pip?

Are you the blacksmith? I'm sorry, I ate your pie.

You're welcome to it, as far as ever it was ever mine.

We don't know what you've done, but...

we wouldn't want you to starve to death for it.

Would us, Pip?

No, Joe.

MAN: Right! Move!

Come on!

MAN: Come along!

Let your behavior be a credit to that which brought you up by hand!

Bless you, Pip, old chap!

PUMBLECHOOK: This is the most uncommon opportunity for you.

Not every boy in the village is invited to play at Miss Havisham's.

Any idea what we might be playing, sir?

In the halls of the mighty, one must be prepared for everything.

Five times six, boy?

Uhh, 30, sir.

Well done.

Nine times eleven?

- 99, sir. - And four?

A hundred and... two, sir.

Here we are.

Now, remember...

if you're seated when she stands, stand.

If you're standing when she's seated...

Sit?

Stand!

Now, boy. Remember not to sniff!

[ Rings bell ]

Come, boy!

- What name? - Pumblechook.

Do you wish to see Miss Havisham?

Miss Havisham wishes to see me!

She most certainly does not!

But I brought the boy.

Pip.

Pip, is it?

Come in, Pip.

[ Unlocking gate ]

Boy! Let your behavior be a credit to those that brought you!

Pip?

What a curious name.

Well, my true name is Philip Pirrip.

But when I was small, all I could say was Pip.

- So, I came to be called... - WOMAN: Oh, come along, boy.

Don't loiter!

Well, hurry up! Hurry up!

Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick!

Pip.

- [ Laughing ] - What?

Go in.

After you, miss.

Don't be so ridiculous.

I'm not going in.

[ Laughs ]

Who is it?

Pip, ma'am.

Pip?

Mr. Pumblechook's boy. Come to play.

Come nearer. Let me look at you. Come close.

Look at me!

Are you afraid to look at a woman who has never seen the sun

since before you were born?

No.

Do you know what I touch here?

Your heart.

Broken.

Are you ill, ma'am?

Merely tired.

I need diversion,

and I have done with men and women... Play.

Play what, ma'am?

What does it matter?

Sometimes I have sick fancies. I have a sick fancy now...

to see some play.

Play.

Play!

Play!

I can't play alone, ma'am.

Call Estella. You can do that.

Call Estella. At the door.

Estella!

You mustn't shout, boy.

HAVISHAM: Let me see you play cards with this boy.

But he... he's a common laboring boy.

What of it?

You can break his heart.

Beg your pardon, ma'am?

I said you should play a game of broken hearts.

I'm afraid I don't know that, ma'am.

Estella will teach you.

No!

He's a stupid village boy.

Anyway, he's much too little.

I'm nearly 15.

Ha!

And you're smaller than a weasel for your age.

I am... older than you are.

If he's old enough for you to insult him,

he's old enough for you to teach him.

Teach him, and I will give you a prize.

Your own. One day.

And you will use them well.

Now teach him the rules.

Teach him.

Teach him!

The object of the game is for me to capture your Knave of Hearts.

And for you to try... to capture my Queen of Hearts.

The winner is the one who ends up with both hearts.

[ Gasps ]

You're cheatin'! You've stolen my Jack!

[ Gasps ]

He calls the knaves Jacks, this boy!

And what coarse hands he has!

Here! You may deal!

What a stupid, clumsy boy!

Here, I'll do it!

She says many hard things about you, but yet you say nothing of her.

What do you think of her?

I think she's... very proud.

Yes.

- I think she is very pretty. - HAVISHAM: Yes.

I think she is very insulting.

HAVISHAM: Yes.

I think I'd like to go home now, please.

You shall go soon.

When you have played out the game.

I've won! I won!

I've won again! I've won again!

Come again, after six days.

Yes, ma'am.

Estella, give him something to eat, before he goes.

Here, boy.

Here.

What's wrong?

Was it not to your taste?

You can always season it with your tears.

[ Unlocking gate ]

I'm not cryin'.

You're crying inside now, yet you shall cry outside

all the way home.

How do you know?

What else can you do?

You're only a common boy.

[ Locking gate ]

And Miss Havisham sat in the middle of the room, in a black velvet coach.

- A black... - Velvet coach?

And Estella handed her own cakes on golden plates.

Was anybody else there?

Four dogs.

Large or small?

Immense.

And... and they fought for veal-cutlets out of a silver basket.

What did you play at?

We played with flags.

Estella waved a red one, I waved a blue one,

and Miss Havisham waved one sprinkled all over with gold stars.

And then we waved swords!

Swords!

She keeps swords?

- Where? - PIP: Oh, in the cupboard.

And there was no daylight in the room, for it was all lit with candles.

I knew, he was lying!

No, no! No, no! That much is true.

That much I've seen for myself.

Goodness.

Well, they'll be no waving of swords in this house!

Umm, we don't have no swords, my dear.

We do have work to be done.

Come on, Pip, old chap.

Give us a hand in the forge.

[ Indistinct ]

Well, it sounds a wonderful exciting day, Pip.

It ain't true, Joe.

None of it.

It's all lies.

Why couldn't you tell us the truth?

It was too terrible, Joe.

They didn't harm you, did they, Pip, old chap?

For if they did, you need never go over there again.

No, Joe. I want to go back there.

There was this proud young lady. Estella.

She kept on calling me common.

I can prove to her that I'm not.

I can learn to call Jacks Knaves, and deal cards and speak softly.

I know I can, Joe!

You have all the learning you need to help me at the forge some day.

You want luck with happy, without no lies.

Are you very angry with me, Joe?

No, Pip, old chap.

You never do it, no more. Eh?

[ Cooling metal in water ]

No, Joe. I promise.

No dogs, Pip?

Not even a puppy, Joe.

But there were candles!

And even in that darkness, Estella was so beautiful.

You're to go this way today though.

Well?

Am I pretty?

Yes, miss.

You're very pretty.

And am I insulting?

Not as much as last time, miss.

- Not so much so? - No.

[ Slap ]

Well, you course little monster!

- What do you think of me now? - I shan't tell you.

Ah!

Because you're going to tell her?

Is that it?

No, that's not it.

Why don't you cry, you little wretch!

Because I never cry for you.

Ah! Whom have we here?

Oh, a common boy.

A crying boy.

Well, you behave yourself.

I have a pretty wide experience of boys,

and you're a bad set of fellows.

No need to cry.

Tears are no proof of innocence.

But I wasn't crying...

Sir.

I never said you were.

Miss Estella.

Who is he?

Mr. Jaggers?

Our legal adviser.

But, of course, you wouldn't know what a legal adviser was.

[ Rodents squeaking ]

HAVISHAM: What do you think that is?

I couldn't guess, ma'am.

A great cake.

A wedding cake. Mine!

Come.

Come.

Wheel me. Wheel me.

This is my wedding anniversary, Pip.

On this day, many years ago,

that heap of decay was brought here.

It and I have worn away together.

The mice have gnawed at it,

and sharper teeth than teeth of mice have gnawed at me.

Ah! The wedding guests have arrived.

On this day, every year, my cousins the Pockets arrive...

to wish the bride well.

Look at 'em, Pip.

They live on the hope that I shall never see another anniversary.

Tell me, cousin Sara.

How does the bride look today?

Beautiful.

Come along, Pip.

You don't think this gown...

...a little grand for a country wedding?

Oh, no dear. It's-- It's perfection.

Have you ever seen a lovelier bride?

Never.

- Never. - Never!

Pip... you will give the bride away.

She ill?

Certainly not! She sits there on every anniversary.

It's her waiting place.

Who does she wait for?

Boy, you have no right to pry into our family affairs.

HAVISHAM: Pip.

Run along and play.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Chuckling ]

[ Wind rustling ]

Hello, young fellow!

Who gave you leave to prowl about?

Miss Havisham.

Did she, now?

Well, since you're here. Come and fight.

I suppose I ought to give you a reason for fighting.

Well, here it is.

Ow!

[ Groans ]

[ Sighs ]

That means you've won.

Are you all right?

Yes, thankee.

I'm fine.

ESTELLA: Boy.

Come here, boy.

You may kiss me, if you like.

[ Wind rustling ]

What's the matter, Joe?

Pip, the old chap, I-I can hardly say.

She fell under one of her rampages.

She just lay there...

with her eyes wide open and...

her mouth shut tight like a fist.

When she gonna get better, Joe?

The doctor won't say.

He sent Biddy here to... look after her.

Keep house for us for awhile.

Hello, Pip.

Biddy.

That means I won't have to stay at home all day.

No, Pip.

I would think you might want to.

You see, Miss Havisham asked me to wheel her chair once a week.

I sort of, like, promised.

I can't break a promise, Joe. Now can I?

Does she grow prettier and prettier, Pip?

Yes.

Do you like him better now, Estella?

I used to despise him.

And now I... merely hate him.

Very good.

Break their hearts, my lovely.

Is that a new coat you're wearing, Pip?

Yes, Miss Havisham.

- Biddy made it for me. - Hmm.

She said I'd quite outgrown the old one.

Hmm, indeed, you have.

How long has it since you first came here?

Six months?

A year?

Oh, no matter. Don't tell me.

Time is of no consequence to me.

Look up, Estella.

You haven't admired Pip's coat.

It's a common-looking coat.

What did she make it out of?

She-- she made it out of love!

Love?

Who could ever love you?

[ Traces fingers along the keys ]

Pip!

Where ever you've been?

You should have been home from Miss Havisham's an hour ago.

Joe wanted you to go to the tanners.

I stopped in the Hyde Street building.

I bought this book with the money

Miss Havisham gave me.

"Poems of Londontown."

I didn't know you fancied reading.

I don't. That's just it, you see.

I want to be a gentleman, Biddy.

Oh, I shouldn't if I were you.

I don't think that would answer...

But, Biddy, I'm coarse, I'm common,

and I'm ignorant.

Who said that?

Estella.

Why, she's the most beautiful girl I ever saw.

I admire her something awful.

I want to be a gentleman, Biddy. On our account.

Do you want to be a gentleman to... spite her?

Or to win her over?

I don't know.

Well, if it's to spite her,

I should think it could be done by caring nothing for her words.

Now, if it's to gain her over,

I should think she's not worth the winning.

Pip, you're not coarse or common.

But I am ignorant.

I can barely read this book.

My sister wouldn't let me go to school

more than I oughta.

I mean, she said it was wrong for me to learn above me station.

Well, I hardly went to school, and I can read.

How did you learn?

I suppose I just... caught it.

Like a cough.

[ Chuckles ]

Pip, it's never too late to learn.

Come, you shall have your first lesson.

Oh, and bring the peas.

We'll start by reading one of those poems.

Just, uh, pass me the letters one at a time, Pip.

L-O-N...

D-O-N.

T-O-W-N.

"Lunnon tune"?

Indeed, Pip.

Londontown.

You may go there when you're a gentleman.

Oh, Biddy, I shall always tell you everything.

Till you're a gentleman.

That will be never.

So let's just say always.

Pip, you're home?

I just saw Uncle Pumblechook.

He says your Miss Havisham wishes to speak with me.

I'm to go along with you on your next visit.

Biddy, do you think she wants me to go to school?

- To become a gentleman? - Don't, Pip!

Joe, you mustn't be afraid of her.

She make look strange...

but she's the kindest lady in the world.

You are the boy's guardian, I understand?

Well, ma'am.

As I up and married his late sister.

When I was single. Before I were married.

Well, I guess I'm your guardian, ain't I, Pip?

[ Chuckles ]

You will save your scorn for those who've earned it, Miss.

Your admirers.

Ah, well, you reared the boy

with the intention of taking him as your apprentice.

Is that so, Mr. Gargery?

JOE: Well, you know, ma'am...

I always looked forward to having you

at the forge with me, Pip.

I mean, you being there calculated to lead to larks.

[ Laughs ]

Good.

Pip has earned some reward for serving us here.

Here are 25 guineas.

Give them to your master.

It will pay for your apprenticeship.

But, Pip, I never meant to take no money to make you

a blacksmith.

ESTELLA: Oh, do it, Pip.

You'll make a perfect blacksmith.

Take it, Joe. Please take it.

Good-bye, Pip!

Let them out, Estella.

Am I never to come here again, Miss Havisham?

No.

Gargery is your master now.

But who will Estella play with?

Estella goes to France next week. She is to be educated there.

We have done all that we can do for her here.

We have done with you, as well.

Good-bye, Pip.

Leave me!

Leave me!

PIP: Once, it had seemed to me that when I should at last

roll up my shirt-sleeves and go into the forge,

as Joe's 'prentice,

I should be distinguished and happy.

Now that reality was here,

life had lost all interest and romance.

What stretched out before me was nothing...

save dull endurance.

[ Sizzling ]

[ Bell ringing ]

Ah. [ Sighs ]

Dinnertime.

Better wash up and finish work tomorrow.

You go ahead, Joe.

I promised Uncle Pumblechook I'd fix the wheel of his cart

by tomorrow mornin'.

I'll eat later.

As you wish, Pip, old chap.

Oh, and Joe.

If you don't mind. Would you shut the door?

Aye.

[ Wind rustling ]

PIP: What I feared was that on some unlikely night,

I should lift my eyes and see Estella looking in at me

from one of the forge doors.

I was haunted by the fear that she would, sooner or later,

find me, at my coarse work.

I would fancy she had come at last,

to surprise me... and despise me once again.

Biddy.

If you won't take your hot meal properly in the kitchen,

you'll just have to eat it in the forge.

Thanks, Biddy.

You're not happy, are you, Pip?

Well, I must be happy.

I have everything a man could want.

Food, shelter, work,

and, uh, when you marry Joe, a proper family.

[ Sizzling ]

Sometimes that's not enough.

Even when you were a boy, I knew you wanted more.

Spending all your pocket money on...

...books about far away places.

I feared you go off to be a soldier or a sailor.

But you stayed faithful to Joe...

and your work.

Biddy...

Hasn't been one day I haven't hated this forge.

Then, you must tell Joe.

But how could he understand?

He loves his work.

If I work hard, it's not because I think there's any virtue in hard work,

but because Joe works even harder.

All I am is... restless and discontented.

You're not... ashamed of what you do, are you, Pip?

Yes.

And I'm ashamed of the very shame I feel.

Oh, Pip.

It's been years.

You should have forgotten her long ago.

She's surely forgotten you.

[ Fire crackling ]

Pip, what for?

What's any visit made for, Joe?

Yeah, but Miss Havisham might think you wanted, nay,

...expected something of her!

You see, Pip, old chap,

she done the handsome thing by you,

and when she done it, she told you that was all.

"All" meaning "let us make an end of it."

I never really thanked her properly for paying

for my apprenticeship.

I ought to let her know I remember her.

Well, you could send her some present.

Uncle Pumblechook could take it for you.

You might make a toasting fork at the forge.

Don't go on like that, Joe. I know what I'm doing!

Do you, Pip, old chap?

Yes.

I'm going to call on Miss Havisham tomorrow.

Are you sure it's Miss Havisham you want to see?

Yes, Biddy. It's Miss Havisham!

[ Pip climbing stairs ]

Why are you here, Pip?

I hope you want nothing.

- No, I want nothing. - Good.

For you'll get nothing!

I never give to those who seek.

Though I might be generous to one who has abandoned all hope.

As I have.

You are well, I trust?

I still cling to my bad habit...

of living.

I just wanted you to know

that I am almost done with my apprenticeship,

and... I am much obliged to you.

How is Estella?

Still abroad, out of reach,

prettier than ever, admired by all who see her.

Quite well, indeed.

Well... I'm-- I'm glad.

No, you're not.

For it means you've lost her.

Lost her!

[ Laughing ]

Estella? Lo-- lost?

Uh, Pip! Don't go...

until you have taken this.

Oh, no!

But, Pip, I'm grateful to you for amusing me.

You know, you were always rewarded when you amused me.

I want nothing of yours.

Oh, you liar!

You want my most precious possession,

Estella.

Imagine... they call me mad.

Yet, he think she should be squandered on a blacksmith,

a common blacksmith.

"A common blacksmith."

Estella was trained for gentleman only!

Now, return to your forge!

And if you are fortunate,

one day she might ride in a carriage

whose wheels you have mended.

Pip.

We have a visitor.

He just knocked, asked if you were here, and waited.

Joseph Gargery, my name is Jaggers.

I'm a lawyer in London.

I'm pretty well known.

I wish to private conference with you two.

JOE: I keep no secrets from my wife, sir.

A very foolhardy principle, Joseph Gargery.

But I'm not here to teach you sense.

I'm the bearer of an offer...

to relieve you of this young fellow,

your apprentice.

You would not object to cancel his indentures for his good?

You would want nothing for so doing?

Lord forbid that I should...

want anything for not standing in Pip's way.

The communication I've got to make is that this young fellow...

has great expectations.

I'm instructed to communicate to him, that he will

come into a handsome property.

Further, that it is the desire of his benefactor

that he be immediately removed from this place

and be brought up as a...gentleman.

Now, Mr. Pip, you are to understand, first,

that it is the request of the person from whom I take my instructions

that you always bear the name of Pip.

Now, if you have any objections to that...

this is the time to mention it.

Uh, no, I...

I should think not!

Now you are to understand,

secondly, that the name of the person

who is your benefactor remains a profound secret,

until that person chooses to reveal it.

If you have any suspicion in your own breast,

keep... that suspicion in your own breast.

Now, if you have any objections to that...

this is the time to mention it.

- I have no... - JAGGERS: I should think not!

Now, Mr. Pip,

it is considered that you must be better educated,

in accordance with your altered position,

and that may best be done by removing you to London.

You will want some new clothes to come in,

and they should not be working clothes.

You'll need some money.

Shall I leave you, um, 20 guineas?

[ Drops a sack of coins ]

20 guineas?

As for you, Joseph Gargery,

I have it in my charge to make you a handsome present...

in exchange for his services.

Now, what do you demand?

Speak out!

You think I would profit from Pip's expectations?

I mean to say, who give you leave to come here

and pay and badger me!

Joe!

Please... Mr. Jaggers means no harm.

It's just that he's never had the good fortune

to meet an honest man before.

Well, Mr. Pip,

I think that the sooner you leave here... the better.

Someone will meet your coach in London

next Tuesday afternoon.

And now prepare yourself for the strenuous business...

of becoming a gentleman.

You don't think the crown is too high?

Well, Mr. Pip, in London, they're all wearing them high.

Uh, tilted front, of course.

Very rakish, sir.

My dear young friend.

I give you joy of your good fortune.

Well deserved! Well deserved!

To think that I should have been the humble instrument

leading up to this proud reward.

Yes, I-- I suppose this one will do.

[ Chatter outside ]

My dear young friend, if you'll allow me...

How dare you take up the time of this gentleman.

A child I spotted with in happy infancy.

But you've never had a kind word for him, sir.

'Twas I who sang his praises.

A kind word?

One doesn't flatter a person of quality.

I always treated him as an equal.

I couldn't have paid him a higher compliment.

[ Whimpers ]

Hey, Biddy.

Think what I can do for Joe now.

What is Joe to do with this?

Why, when I come into my fortune,

he need never work in that forge again.

But he may not want to be taken out of a place

that he... likes... and fills with respect.

Well, how do you know?

I know my Joe. He's too proud to live on your fortune.

[ Breathing heavy ]

It's not Joe who's too proud, Biddy. It's you.

You're envious of my... rise in fortune

and can't help showing it.

That's only human nature.

Whether you scold me or approve of me, Mr. Pip,

will make no difference to my remembrance of you.

JOE: Biddy, I'm home.

Well, Pip?

I've come into such... good fortune

since I saw you last, Miss Havisham.

And, uh, I'm so grateful for it.

Yes. I saw Mr. Jaggers.

I have heard about it.

Well, so you go tomorrow, Pip.

Yes, Miss Havisham.

Well, be good.

Deserve it.

And abide by Mr. Jaggers' instructions.

You will always keep the name of Pip, you know.

Oh, yes, Miss Havisham.

You will let Estella know of my good fortune?

I have already written, telling her about it.

Good-bye.

- Good-bye, Uncle Pumblechook. - [ Chuckles ]

- Good-bye. - Good-bye, Pip. Take care.

- I will. - Take care.

[ Sighs ]

- Pip, old chum. Good-bye. - Good-bye, Joe.

Perhaps I could stay here another night with you.

Yes, I-- I'll write to London and tell them that...

Pip. You're going today.

Good-bye, Biddy.

Look, I-- I-- I didn't mean what I said about...

Of course you didn't, Pip.

Just remember, hold on to your crown in London town.

Good-bye.

Proud day.

Way to go, lad.

All right, Biddy, look after...

- Take care now. - I will.

Good-bye.

Bye. Bye!

Bye.

[ Crowd chatter ]

MAN: Mr. Pip!

- Yes? - Herbert Pocket.

Oh. How do you do?

Mr. Jaggers arranged for me to meet you.

I've, um, I've just bought some fruit for after dinner.

Well, uh, the fact is I'm half-starved now.

Oh. Well, here you are.

Oh. Thank you.

Well, uh, come along. Um...

I'm to take you to Mr. Jaggers.

Uh, then you'll go to your rooms.

You'll be lodging with me.

Uh, Mr. Jaggers has arranged it.

Thank you.

[ Crowd chatters ]

MAN: Here. Watch how you go.

Mind your backs, mind your backs.

MAN 2: Lovely apples! Lovely apples!

Ah. Mr. Pip?

Pocket.

Mr. Jaggers hasn't returned from court yet.

You're to wait for him inside.

Aren't you coming in, too?

No, um, if you don't mind, old chap,

I'll-- I'll stay out here and mind the trunk.

[ Sighs ]

The fact is, your Mr. Jaggers always makes me feel guilty.

And I never know what for.

[ Clock ticking ]

Never been in London before?

No.

I was new here once. Now I know me way about.

Is it a very wicked place?

Some'll cheat ya, some'll rob ya, some'll murder ya in London.

But some'll do that for you anywhere.

Sit down.

Oh. Oh... Mr. Jaggers...

No time now. No time.

Mr. Jaggers, sir...

I have nothing to say to you now.

I want to know no more than I know of you.

Have you paid Wemmick?

- Yes, sir. I-- I thought, uh... - You thought?

That's what I told you not to do.

I think for you. That's enough for you.

I don't want you to think. I won't have it.

I-- I got a witness who'll swear to my innocence.

In court. In court.

Oh, he will, will he? And what will he swear to in court?

Uh, whatever you tell him to say, sir.

Get out and take your witness with you.

Get out!

Out! Up!

Another word, and Wemmick will give you back your money.

Yes, who are you? What do you want?

Have you paid Wemmick?

- Uh, it's Mr. Pip, sir. - What?

Just come up to London.

Oh, so it is.

Well, come inside my office, Mr. Pip.

You'll want those.

They're cards of honest tradesmen

with whom I wish you to deal.

You'll find your credit good, Mr. Pip. Don't abuse it.

Oh, and, uh, you'll want that, too.

Your first month's allowance.

But-- but it's such a lot.

But I'll never be able to spend that much.

Believe me, Mr. Pip, you will find a way.

Of course, you'll go wrong somehow.

No fault of mine. Good day to you, sir.

[ Wemmick muttering ]

WEMMICK: Hopeless. Get out!

Get out, you filthy old vagabond! Get out!

- JAGGERS: Wemmick! - No use for you.

Yes, sir?

- [ Child yelling outside ] - [ Bells ringing ]

[ Heavy breathing ]

Oh, damn me, this door does stick so.

Let me hold your bag.

Oh, thank you.

[ Sighs ]

I thought I recognized you.

You're the fighting boy, from Miss Havisham's.

And you're the prowling boy.

[ Chuckles ]

The thought of it being you!

Amazing!

Well, come along. Your room's this way.

I-- I-- I do apologize for...

having knocked you about so badly.

Oh, I've quite forgotten that.

Why, I suppose you thought I was an intruder.

You hadn't come into your good fortune at that time?

Oh, no.

But, uh, what were you doing there?

Miss Havisham sent for me that day.

I'm one of her poor relations.

But she couldn't take a fancy to me.

Bad taste, but true.

Then... you must be one of Estella's cousins?

No. Estella's no relative of ours.

Then, uh, why was she living there?

It's quite a story.

But you'll have it with your dinner.

I'll make some tea.

[ Woman yelling outside ]

[ Dog barking outside ]

She... lavished gifts on him.

Carriages, horses, a small estate in Surrey.

Well, the marriage day was fixed,

the wedding dress bought,

the cake baked,

the guests invited.

The day arrived.

But not the bridegroom.

No. Only a cruel letter.

Which arrived at 20 minutes of 9,

when she was dressing for her wedding.

The very moment when she stopped all the clocks

and retired from the world.

Say, Pip, you are quick.

But I can't guess anything about Estella.

Who is she?

Where does she come from?

Nobody knows.

Well, I only know that Miss Havisham adopted her to wreak vengeance

on the whole male sex.

She's a demon.

Here, you be careful how you talk about her.

Oh, it's that way with you, is it?

Yes.

But I know she-- she won't even look at me

'til I become a gentleman.

Pocket, would you help me?

Would you teach me how to become a gentleman?

Well, I could try. We'll start with dining.

In London, it's not the custom to put the knife in the mouth.

Also, the spoon is not generally held overhand, but under.

Now, this has several advantages.

You get closer to the mouth...

and you save a good deal of effort with the elbow.

You'll need your elbows for dancing.

[ Music box waltz ]

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Very good, Pip. You are quick.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

- [ Music stops ] - One, two...

Damn you, Pocket,

but you'll wake the dead with this racket.

Sorry, Drummle, old chap. We're... just...

giving my new friend Pip here a few pointers on the dance.

Oh, you two haven't met, have you?

Um, Drummle... lodges below us.

Pip's just come to London to...

Pocket, I need quiet, not friends.

Got to rest now.

I have an appointment in Hyde Park at five in the morning.

[ Door closes ]

Do gentlemen really go to Hyde Park that early in the morning?

When they're going to fight a duel, they do.

Drummle is the best shot in London.

Dangerous chap.

Those who know call him "The Spider".

Do you think he'd teach me the finer points of dueling?

If you call him "Spider" to his face, he will.

Well, Drummle. Any friend of Mr. Pip is welcome here.

Besides, I like the look of your face.

It is a rather distinguished face, I've been told.

I haven't seen so fine a specimen of the criminal type

since they hanged Ben Bailey, the Bow Street Ripper.

That's his death mask. I defended him.

Uh, beautifully, I'm obliged to say.

But wasn't he hanged?

My defense was beautiful.

Unfortunately, his crimes were ugly.

- Oh, Mr. Jaggers. - Mm-hm?

I'd like to ask you a favor.

What do you want?

Well, it's not for me. It's-- it's for Pocket.

Oh? What's he been doing wrong?

Oh, nothing, sir.

He's been a splendid friend to me and...

I'd like to do something for him.

Well, you've money enough to do as you choose.

Oh, but he wouldn't take money from me.

What he needs most is employment.

I-- I was thinking...

perhaps you could find him something in the city.

Could be arranged.

But, uh, I wouldn't want him to know that I'd done it.

So perhaps you could make it appear

that someone was in need of his skills.

Certainly.

There is nothing our financial world needs so much

as a young fellow who can neither

add, subtract, or multiply.

Say no more.

He's a clerk in the Bank of England tomorrow.

Thank you, sir.

Well, gentlemen, a toast to the health of our young friend Pip.

May he find London all that he hoped it would be.

- To Pip. - Pip.

Thank you.

[ Bells chiming ]

[ Laughing ]

Well, you may be able to use a pistol, Drummle,

but when it comes to an arm wrestle,

I'm afraid I've got the advantage.

- Prove it! - Right.

- Poxy beggar. - Come on, Pocket.

Come on, Pocket!

Come on!

Stronger!

Care to try me, Pip?

Well, certainly.

Think you're a match for me, eh?

See what real strength is.

Come on!

You're a weakling. Weakling!

JAGGERS: If you speak of strength, sir,

let me show you a wrist you dare not challenge.

- Master. - Molly.

- Please, Master. - Molly!

Show him what a fine lady you are, Molly.

Make him bow to you.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Dishes clanging on the table ]

That'll do, Molly.

You've been admired and may go.

I never thought a woman could...

She could break your neck with as little trouble if she pleased.

Why, then, she killed someone.

She's one of the murderers you defended.

Wrong.

I only said she could kill. I never said she did kill.

You must learn never to judge by appearances, Pip.

I never do.

Why, if I did, I would say that our friend Drummle here...

was a braggart and a brute.

I would say that Pocket

was a penniless, foolish, good-natured fellow,

and that you are really here because you wish to ask me

for more money to pay for your London pleasures...

[ Sack of coins hitting table ]

Pip.

Yes, Pocket.

It will do very nicely.

[ Bells chiming ]

Oh, uh...

I've forgotten to pay you?

Sir, I-- I be lookin' for Mr. Pip.

Joe!

Pip, old chap.

- [ Chuckles ] - How are ya?

My, but you've growed and swelled a gentlefolk,

as to be an honor to your king and country.

[ Chuckles ]

And you, Joe, you-- you look wonderfully well.

How's Biddy?

Oh, she's well.

I'm sorry I haven't been down to see you.

But as soon as I have time, I will.

Oh, this is-- this is my good friend, uh,

Herbert Pocket.

Mr. Joseph Gargery.

Oh, uh, happy to meet you, sir.

My pleasure, Mr. Gargery.

[ Sighs ]

Do you take, uh...

...tea or coffee, Mr. Gargery?

Oh, thank you, sir.

I'll take whichever is most agreeable to yourself.

What do you say to coffee?

Well, since you're kind enough to make the choice of coffee,

I-- I won't run contrary to your own opinions.

[ Chuckles ]

Don't you never find it a little heating?

Well, uh, say tea, then.

[ Sighs ]

Thank you. Oh, I--

Oh, no. Do leave it there.

Well, I-- I must be off for my job in the city.

It's been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Gargery.

Oh, well, an-- any friend of Pip's is a friend...

...is a friend of Pip's. [ Chuckles ]

Now, sir...

Joe... How can you call me "sir"?

Well, Pip. [ Chuckles ]

Your Miss Havisham has sent word to me to bring you a message.

I am to let you know that..

Miss Estella has come home and will be glad to see you.

Estella, she-- she's home?

Well, why didn't you tell me before?

Well, I-- I must get down to see her.

I must get dressed.

Uh...

PIP: Joe?

- Joe? You're not going, Joe? - Right I am.

You'll be back for dinner?

Old chap, you and me is not two figures

that should be seen together in London.

Joe.

You think that I'm proud,

but you shall never see me no more in these clothes.

I am wrong out of the forge, out of the kitchen,

or off the marshes.

You won't find half so much fault in me if you come

to the forge window

and see Joe the blacksmith in his old burned apron,

sticking down to the old work. [ Chuckles ]

So, Pip, dear old chap...

God bless ya.

May you keep ever well, ever prosper.

Who's your curious visitor?

He's, uh-- he's my blacksmith.

[ Chuckles ]

DRUMMLE: Take my advice, old chap.

Never let 'em know where you live.

Or once you do, they'll never stop trying to collect your debts.

I'm afraid I owe him far more than I can ever repay.

[ Harpsichord playing ]

Do you find her much changed, Pip?

She used to be proud and insulting.

You wanted to go away from her. Don't you remember?

I have forgotten nothing.

Is she beautiful? Graceful?

Well-grown?

Do you admire her?

Everyone must who sees her, Miss Havisham.

Help me, Pip. I adopted her... to be loved.

I bred and educated her... to be loved.

I developed her into what she is, that she might be loved.

Love her.

Love her.

And is he changed, Estella? Less coarse and common?

[ Speaking French ]

She's going to London.

I wish her to go out in society.

I trust you will be good enough to look after her there.

It will be my pleasure.

[ Birds chirping ]

Oh, do you remember the fighting boy?

The-- the-- the one I boxed with here?

Oh, yes.

Well, we're very good friends now.

In fact, we share rooms in London.

Yes.

I remember I enjoyed that fight very much.

You rewarded me very much.

Did I?

Indeed.

You let me kiss you.

Oh.

I don't remember that.

You see, I only seem to recollect what pleases me.

And you must remember, Pip, I have no heart.

[ Scoffs ]

Oh, I have a heart to be shot at, to be stabbed at,

but there is no softness there.

No sympathy, no sentiment, and no nonsense.

You're jesting.

No, Pip, I'm being serious.

If we are to be thrown much together,

you must believe me at once.

[ Chuckles ]

Believe me, Pip. Believe me!

[ Bells chiming ]

[ Birds singing ]

What's the matter? You frightened?

I should be if I believed what you said just now.

Then, you don't.

No.

Very well. It has been said.

You shall shed no tears of cruelty for me today.

You shall be my page and escort me to London.

We are to meet tomorrow, at midday,

at the Blue Boar Inn,

and we shall take the London coach together.

[ Crowd chatter ]

Mercy, sir, but, uh, don't I know you?

No.

Perhaps we, uh, met at the Queen's coronation

or, uh, was it at the races?

I said I don't know you.

Don't know ya. Don't know ya. Upon my soul.

There ain't a horse in the whole village

that don't know ya.

Neigh! Neigh!

- [ Laughing ] - Ooh!

How dare you disturb the peace of this gentleman?

Be off with you!

[ Laughing ]

I hope, sir, you won't take

an unfortunate view of this happy village

because that boy failed to recognize a man of quality.

My name is--

Pumblechook.

Why, it's Mr. Pip.

Imagine, finding you at home again.

I only stayed here overnight, Uncle Pumblechook.

Visiting Gargery's.

No, uh, I stayed at the Blue Boar.

Of course, of course.

One wouldn't expect you to spend the night

at a blacksmith's cottage.

I most certainly would have stayed if only, well, I...

If it were convenient. My-- you see, this...

This was a sudden visit, uh. I was not expected and...

You must allow me to buy you a drink.

Let's drink to Fortune.

May she ever choose her favorites with equal wisdom.

Some other time.

I have to meet a friend here. Good day.

[ Sighs ]

I thought I'd never get away.

Miss Havisham and her endless instructions.

I wonder how she can bear to part with you again so soon.

Oh, but that is part of her plans for me.

Estella is to write to her constantly

regarding her progress.

Estella and her jewels.

They are almost all Estella's now.

Why do you speak of yourself as if you were someone else?

ESTELLA: Does it displease you?

No, but, uh, it confuses me.

You must not expect me to change for you, Pip.

I shall talk and live in my own fashion.

This is my purse.

You are to... pay the coachman with it.

Oh, no. I have more than enough.

Please, Pip.

We have no choice, you and I, but to follow our instructions.

We're not free to follow our own impulses.

Oh, but I'm-- I'm very free to follow mine.

Will you never take warning?

Never.

As far as you're concerned, I'm quite fearless.

Then after we take... the London coach,

you may watch me... take London.

[ Orchestral waltz ]

[ Orchestral waltz continues ]

- [ Music ends ] - [ Crowd chatter ]

Miss Estella, remember you promised me the next dance.

Nonsense.

I have your solemn promise you'd save the next dance for me.

Oh, I-- I have a most appalling memory.

I have promised the next dance to my dear friend Pip.

[ Music begins ]

Shall we dance?

Estella, I-- I must speak with you.

Then, speak, my dear Pip, as we dance.

You scarcely noticed my existence tonight,

you've been so occupied in dazzling your admirers.

That is more your fault than mine.

Indeed?

Your jealousy...

has made an admirer of every man who approaches me.

Nonsense. You lead them on.

But you are my old friend.

Oh, yes. You allow me certain privileges

you deny the others.

Only because you dismiss my love as meaningless.

Is it your wish to torment me?

What other choice do I have?

My other admirers are even more tiresome than you are.

You're tired, aren't you?

Bravo, Pip.

[ Chuckles ] You should be.

Rather I should not be.

I have given my word to a dozen more dances.

Six of them to Bentley Drummle.

Look at him, staring at you.

[ Chuckles ]

Hardly a pretty sight, I must confess.

Why, he's been hovering about you all evening.

Moths and all sorts of ugly creatures

hover around a lighted candle.

Can a candle help it?

I can't bear that people should think

you'd throw yourself away on-- on such a boor.

Why, I've seen you give him looks and smiles tonight,

such as you never give to me.

Do you want me to deceive and entrap you?

Do you deceive and entrap him?

Yes.

And others.

All of them but you.

Here's Mr. Drummle now. Not another word.

Excuse me.

[ Thunder crashes ]

PIP: I was determined that Estella should know of my love for her.

And that she should not be allowed

to throw her life away.

I set about writing.

Asking her to become my wife.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ A knock at the door ]

Mr. Pip?

That's my name.

Wh-- what's your business?

My business...

I will explain within, by your leave.

[ Sighs ]

No one else here, is there?

Why do you ask?

You're a game one.

Glad you grow'd up a game one.

I could tell that when you were a boy on them marshes.

Even then you was a game one.

Wasn't every lad what would comfort a poor convict

with vittles and...?

You.

Don't be afeared. There's no iron on me feet now.

You acted nobly, me boy.

Abel Magwitch has never forgot it.

Me noble Pip.

If you're grateful to me for what I did as a child,

it-- it's not necessary.

Surely you must understand.

Surely I must understand what?

I cannot now wish to renew our acquaintance.

You-- you're wet, and you look weary.

Will you-- will you have a drink before you leave?

For good health.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Exhales ]

How have you been living?

Oh, I've done wonderful well. I'm famous for it.

I'm glad to hear it.

A sheep farmer, stock breeder, in the new world.

You were deported to Australia?

[ Laughs ] Yeah.

Bloody likely.

No. They was taking me to be hanged.

But I escaped.

Ain't no prison ship could hold Abel Magwitch.

[ Thunder crashing ]

Uh, may I make so bold as to inquire

how you have done so well

since you and me was out on them shivering marshes?

I-- I was chosen to succeed to some property.

Oh. And might a mere varmint inquire, what property?

I-- I-- I don't know.

Uh, could I make a guess, I wonder,

to your income since you've come of age?

As to the first figure, now, a five.

Concerning your guardian, some lawyer may be,

as to the, uh, first letter of that lawyer's name,

would it be a "J"?

[ Thunder crashes ]

And would he tell you you was always to go by

the name of Pip,

and you was never to ask who it was

what made a gentleman of you?

Yes, Pip, it's here, boy. It's me, what has done it.

I swore that time, soon as ever I got a guinea,

that guinea would go to you.

I-- I lived rough so that you could live smooth.

I worked hard so that you could be above work.

Do I tell it for you to feel an obligation? Not a bit.

I tell it for you to know that this... hunted dunghill dog

what you kept life in, got so high,

he could make a gentleman.

And you're it, Pip.

I'm your second father.

Ah, don't mind me talking, Pip.

You ain't looked forward to it as much as I have

these many years.

Did you never think it might be me?

[ Sighs ]

Never.

Never.

Was there-- was there no one else?

No one.

Who else would there be?

Eh?

Weren't easy for me to come back here.

Weren't safe neither.

But at last I done it, dear boy.

I done it.

Now, then, where are you gonna put me?

Eh?

My friend Pocket is away on business.

You can have his room until he returns.

[ Thunder crashing ]

Look at these lodgings of yours.

Fit for a lord.

Why'd you do that?

Caution. It's death for me to be found here in England.

Surely...

After all these years there's no one looking for you.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Somebody is.

He'd stop at nothing to find me.

You remember, that young man with the ugly mug,

what was hid with me in the graveyard.

My enemy.

He'd seek me out for the reward.

Not to mention the joy of seeing me hanged.

Well, don't fear.

You're quite safe here, because I owe you safety.

And I repay my debts.

Spoken like a real gentleman.

Ah, me boy.

I have great plans for you and me.

I've scarcely scratched the top of me fortune.

You'll live like a bloody prince.

And I'll have the joy of seeing it with me own eyes.

But why me?

Surely you must have some relation?

[ Thunder rumbling ]

No... No, there's no one.

Had a daughter once, what I lost.

Now I have a son, what I found.

[ Thunders crashing ]

I merely wish to know if what I've been told is true.

Did you say "told" or "informed"?

"Told" would seem to imply verbal communication.

You can't have verbal communication

with a man in Australia.

I have been... informed

that Abel Magwitch is my mysterious benefactor.

That... is the man.

In... Australia.

But I'd always supposed it was Miss Havisham.

I am not responsible for that. Not a particle of evidence.

Take nothing on its looks, Pip. Take everything on evidence.

There is no better rule.

Pip...

Now that your mysterious benefactor in Australia

has disclosed himself,

I trust he has heeded my advice.

I wrote to him... in Australia

that he must never return to England

or he would render himself liable to the extreme

penalty of the law.

Is that clear?

- Quite clear. - Good.

He has been guided by my advice, no doubt.

No doubt.

He must be got out of England safely.

Indeed. But he'll never go unless I agree to go with him.

You'd leave Estella?

Herbert, he's risked his very life to join me here.

[ Sighs ]

After all he's done for me, it's the least I can do for him.

Now, once-- once he's safely settled abroad,

then I'll return and ask Estella to marry me.

[ Knock at the door ]

Who is it?

Drummle.

Pip, old chap. I have a favor to ask.

Going to take a journey to your part of the country.

Loathe marshlands, still I have no choice.

Know a decent inn where I might stay the night?

Yes, the-- the Blue Boar.

Hm, well, I don't plan to stay long,

but Estella insists upon speaking

with her old guardian before we go off.

What have you to do with Estella?

Why, haven't you heard?

Estella has agreed to marry me.

You're lying.

My dear fellow, I never lie to my inferiors.

Tell me you're lying!

[ Grunts ]

Pip!

Pip, no!

Why, Pocket.

I take offense at that.

Blacksmith's boy never too far from his forge, is he?

Pip, what happened?

Pip, you can't leave now.

Try to arrange a boat package for Magwitch and me while I'm gone.

I'll be back in London tomorrow.

Pip, where are you going?

Estella, I swear,

I will never trouble you with my love again

if you'll refuse him now.

Oh, Pip, I'm a most imperfect woman.

I possess every fault save one. I do not delude myself.

I will marry Mr. Drummle because I am weary of my life,

and I am willing enough to change it.

With his wealth and position, he can afford to keep

so precious an object as myself.

Cold heart. You would go now and never see us again.

Then, take these, too.

I do not want them.

Look at her.

So hard. So thankless.

In the house where she was reared.

Who taught me to be hard?

Who praised me when I learnt my first lesson in pride?

And when I was a child,

who sat before me with a face so strange and frightening,

teaching me hard lessons?

Well, now you no longer frighten me.

Pity.

The only way you could stop the time

was by breaking all the clocks.

I will marry Drummle... tomorrow at his estate.

You may come if you wish.

You know I cannot leave this house.

As you will.

But I must leave now.

I cannot bear this place a moment longer!

Estella!

No more!

You will find someone better suited to your love.

All this will pass in time.

Never.

Indeed?

Oh, Pip.

You will have forgotten me within the week.

Forget you? Oh, God that I could.

You have lived in every thought I've ever had

since I first came here,

a rough neighboring boy.

You will remain part of the little good left in me.

- Part of the evil as well. - Take them.

Take these. Take these. Take them.

Take them. Come back.

Estella, come back.

Come back!

Oh. Come back, Estella.

[ Door shuts ]

Oh.

What have I done?

I meant-- I meant her no harm.

Who were her parents?

I wanted a little girl to rear and to love.

To save from my fate.

Jaggers...

Jaggers found me... an orphan.

So beautiful.

But my jewels, my lessons...

I... stole her heart...

- But... -...and put pride in its place.

Who were her parents?

I don't know. He wouldn't tell me.

Does Estella know?

No.

She was scarcely two years old when she arrived here.

Is there no clue? Anything?

Wearing a little torn gown and a-- a chain locket.

There's an inscription on it.

Molly Mag...

Magwitch.

Magwitch, does that name mean anything to you?

Don't go, Pip, I-- I'm afraid to be alone.

Why not ask in the village for another child

to come here to play?

Ah!

Pip! Pip!

Pip!

[ Screams ]

Pip! No, leave me!

Oh, Pip!

Oh!

[ Sobs ]

[ Groans ]

Pip.

Dear Pip.

I never meant you to suffer as I did.

Forgive...

Of course I do.

I would have loved her in any event.

[ Whispers, inaudible ]

I'll put a case to you. Mind, I admit nothing.

But you must tell me.

Put the case of a lawyer

who lived in an atmosphere of evil, suffering.

[ Sighs ]

Put the case that he saw the children of convicts,

whipped, neglected, cast out,

growing up only to be hanged themselves.

[ Sighs ]

Put the case that one pretty child

out of this dung heap could be saved.

Her father a convict, her mother a murderess.

[ Rings bell ]

Both parents living under this lawyer's power.

Molly, take this away.

Put the case that the lawyer saw the chance for this child

to be raised in comfort and security.

Put the case that this secret remains a secret

except that you have stumbled on it.

Then Molly... is Estella's mother?

And Magwitch her father.

This-- this must be made known.

For whose sake would you reveal this?

For the father's? For the mother's?

For Estella's sake!

If Drummle knew, he-- he'd never marry her.

Ah, you'd save her. Is that it?

You'd drag her into disgrace after 20 years?

She's chosen her own fate, and Drummle.

Remember that.

What right have you to choose another for her?

Oh, if you must save someone,

I think you might look a little closer to home.

[ Dogs barking ]

Pocket!

I'm in here.

Good morning. Look what I have here.

Have you had an accident?

Oh, it's nothing. Nothing.

Where's Pocket?

Your mate's gone to buy the steamship tickets.

But we'll have a good time in Holland, won't we? Eh?

Well, we'll certainly try.

Now, we must make certain that you run no risk

of being recognized at the pier.

So we'll dress ourselves as seamen.

Then...

we'll row out to the boat and hail it as late-arriving passengers.

Thus, we'll...

we'll board the boat from the security of the river.

- S'all right. - There. Fine.

Well, if all goes well, you'll be perfectly free

and safe again within a few hours.

Good-bye and thank you.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

[ Crowd chatter ]

POCKET: What was that noise?

Where?

Back there.

I can't see anything.

Well, let's go.

[ Fog horn ]

There's the steamer.

There's a galley behind us.

Ahoy, there! Passengers for boarding!

You have an escaped convict there!

[ Fog horn ]

That's the man! Abel Magwitch!

MAN: I apprehend that man.

I call on him to surrender and you to assist.

[ Fog horn continues ]

MAN 2: Here. Here, watch it.

[ Struggling grunts ]

Magwitch! Magwitch, look out!

[ Struggling grunts continue ]

Magwitch!

[ Gasping ]

Magwitch!

[ Screams ]

Magwitch, we're here.

[ Groans ]

Got him now.

Pull him in.

[ Grunts, groans ]

MAN: Abel Magwitch, you are hereby sentenced to die for your crimes.

And all your possessions to be forfeit to the Crown.

Don't look so sad, dear boy.

[ Labored breathing ]

This way, I cheat the hangman.

If I'm sad,

it's to think that you came home for my sake.

I was content to take me chance.

I've seen me boy.

[ Labored breathing continues ]

He can be a gentleman... without me.

I'm no gentleman.

I'm no good to judge that, but you are...

a very... ugh, gentleman...

You ain't missed a day... these two weeks.

Magwitch.

Magwitch, can you hear me?

You had a daughter who you thought was dead.

She lived.

She's living still.

She's a great lady...

and I love her.

Magwitch?

Be merciful to him.

Joe.

How-- how long have you been here?

Well, you-- you've been out quite a while.

A-- and... you've been here all the time?

Pretty nigh, old chap.

When your friend Mr. Pocket wrote you was ill,

Biddy says to me, "Joe," she says,

"You must go and look after him."

Dear Joe.

Ever the best of friends.

Oh, I-- I say, you seem fit today.

Doesn't he, Joe?

Ah. Indeed, he does.

I'll, uh-- I'll go put up some tea.

Don't let him go overdoin' the talkin'.

[ Bells chiming ]

How are you, Pocket?

Splendid, Pip. As fit as ever.

You must have had a lot of exercise,

keeping the bailiffs from the door.

Oh, as a matter of fact, Pip,

Joe paid some of your debts himself.

Joe...

Oh, Pocket, you know I won't allow that.

Joe!

Please, Pip. Don't call him.

He won't come.

He left you this note.

Try to understand.

As soon as the word was out that you'd lost your good fortune,

they-- they-- they came for the furnishings.

Well, Joe didn't want you to recover

in a bare bedroom without any comforts.

"Not wishful to intrude, I have departured.

For you are well again, dear Pip, and it's time I returned home to Biddy.

Ever the best friend, Joe."

Amazing. She's taught him to write.

Well, there's nothing for it, Pocket, but to repay him.

Perhaps-- perhaps I should go back to the forge.

If Joe will have me.

Pip, there's no turning back.

Like it or not, you're a gentleman now.

Oh, rubbish.

I was merely a snob and an ingrate.

If that's being a gentleman, I have no more of it.

Well, then, you'll just have to go to work with me.

Oh, no, Pocket, I-- I must leave London.

Yes, I-- I hear there's a place for any young man

who's not afraid of a lot of heat and a little work.

Well, you've been in a forge, so you can bear the heat,

and I've been in a bank, so I can bear the work.

So together, we should go...

to India.

Why not?

♪ Good King Wenceslas last looked out ♪

♪ On the Feast of Stephen ♪

♪ When the snow lay round about deep and crisp and even ♪

PIP: For 11 years, I had not seen Joe nor Biddy,

though they had both been often in my thoughts,

when on one Christmas Eve, an hour or two before dark,

I knocked softy at the cottage door.

[ Knocks at door ]

Happy Christmas! [ Laughs ]

Cheers, Pip.

Well, we give him the name of Pip, dear old chap.

We thought he might grow a little bit like you.

- Oh, no. - We think he do.

- [ Laughs ] - No.

He's a much better-looking lad than I ever was.

[ Chuckles ]

- I think he favors his mother. - Hm.

Now, look, you will send my godson to me on holiday visits,

now I'm to settle in London again?

Better you married and had a son of your own.

Yes, that's what Pocket and his wife are always saying,

but I don't know. I...

I don't think I ever will.

I'm already quite an old bachelor.

- Uncle Pip? - Mm-hm?

Do they really wear rubies in their noses?

[ Chuckles ]

Did you really ride elephants and charm snakes?

[ Knock on door ]

It's Uncle Pumblechook!

Well, go on, lad! Let him in.

You don't mean you invited him here to spoil

the boy's Christmas?

Oh, he's all alone in the world, and it is Christmas.

Truth is, I don't invite him.

- He appears. - Oh.

Merry Christmas, Uncle Pumblechook.

Compliments of the season, ma'am.

I brought you a bottle of port wine.

Thank you, Uncle Pumblechook.

Pip, pass the bowl to Uncle Pumblechook

and be certain to save something for yourself.

You'll spoil the boy by pampering him.

How else will he grow up to be a fine gentleman

like his uncle Pip?

Why, it's Mr. Pip,

made his fortune in India with tea and spice.

I'd very much like to hear about that trade.

Merry Christmas, Uncle Pumblechook.

Merry Christmas, Uncle.

What I always say is, one's never too old

to learn from a young one.

Get out of tea as soon as you can.

Get into railroads.

If I was a young man, I'd risk my future in steam.

Do you know they're building a railway station

right here in the village?

- Indeed. - Yes.

Miss Havisham's old place.

Didn't I take you there once to play?

No matter, it's all coming down now. Ooh hoo!

Making way for progress.

Excuse me.

What's wrong, Pip?

Forgive me, Biddy. I'll return shortly.

I must see that house again.

Dear Pip,

after 11 years, have you not forgotten her?

Biddy, I've forgotten nothing in my life

that ever was important to me.

Why else would I return from India to be with you and Joe?

Hm.

I'll just slip out through the forge.

[ Wind rustling ]

ESTELLA: Oh, come along, boy. Don't loiter.

Pip.

[ Laughs ]

HAVISHAM: Forgive me...

I never meant you to suffer as I did.

[ Wind rustling ]

ESTELLA: Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick!

HAVISHAM: I said that you should play a game of broken hearts.

ESTELLA: So ridiculous...

I'm not going in.

Pip?

Yes.

Well, are you afraid to look at me?

[ Wind rustling ]

I am greatly changed.

Estella.

I wonder you still know me.

[ Wind rustling ]

Do you... often return here?

No.

No, I have not been here since the night I left to marry.

I wanted to see the old house once before it was torn down.

[ Chuckles ]

Are you still living abroad?

Oh, no, no. I returned yesterday.

You do well, I'm sure.

I-- I work fairly hard for my living.

Yes, I suppose you...

Well, you could say I've done well.

I have often thought of you, of late.

You have?

[ Chuckles ]

ESTELLA: What ridiculous children we were.

[ Chuckles ]

Both trying to master our own lives.

Yes.

Ah. You have forgotten.

No. I've never forgotten you.

After Drummle was killed in Paris, I went to Germany for a while.

He was just as you said he was, Pip.

He made my life an agony once he learnt of my secret.

Jaggers told him?

Jaggers? Well, how should Jaggers know?

I told Drummle myself shortly after we were married.

That I had married him to escape from loving you.

You-- you loved me?

From the first moment I saw you at the gate,

a boy that was sent here to play,

'til the last time we parted.

Oh, how frightened I was that you would discover my secret,

that I would suffer the same weaknesses she had.

[ Sighs ]

Thanks heavens we outlive our fears.

Estella, you are lovelier today...

Pip, please don't. I know what I am.

I'm like this place, wasted and broken.

Nonsense.

You are softened by time. No more.

Pip, I have not lost my pride. I will not be pitied.

Pity you? For God's sake, why should I?

Why should anyone pity a woman who is so greatly loved?

It is too late for us now. Let us part friends.

No, Estella.

Friends will quarrel, friends will part.

We're long past friendship.

Come here, boy.

You may kiss me if you like.