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I'll row, Lizzie.

No. No, father, I cannot sit so near it.

What hurt can he do yer?

None...

None.

I can't bear it.

It's my belief that you hate
the very sight of this river

as if it wasn't your living.

As if it wasn't meat and drink to yer.

Lizzie?

The driftwood fire that warmed you
as a baby was pulled out of the river,

alongside the coal barges.

I made your cradle rocker
out of that same wood.

In luck again, Gaffer?

I know'd you was in luck again!

Don't fret yourself,
partner. I didn't touch him.

I must have passed
him as I went upriver.

I sometimes think you're
like a vulture, partner.

You can smell them bodies
clean out the water.

Ain't been eating nothing as
disagreed with you, 'ave you, partner?

Yes, I have! Swallowing too
much of that word "partner"!

I ain't no partner of yours, Riderhood!

Since when?

Since you was accused of robbing a man,

a live man!

- Well, what if he'd been a dead man?
- You can't rob the dead!

What world does a dead man belong to?

T'other world.

What world does money belong to?

This world!

You did time for putting your
hand in the pocket of a sailor,

a live sailor!

You count yourself lucky!

But we work together no more!

In this world or t'other!

Cast off!

You'll not get rid of me!

Did I tell you, Mortimer?

My respected father has found a wife

for his
not-generally-respected son.

Really, Eugene?

- With some money, of course.
- With some money, of course,

or he would never have found her.

- So, who exactly is our host today?
- Veneering.

Over there. Mr. Empire.

This is his good deed for the year.

Lord!

I'm surprised our Tippins has
graced this gorgeous spectacle

with her royal presence.

Oh, old money doesn't
mind sniffing around

new money for an hour or two.

Champagne tastes the
same whoever's buying.

Mortimer Lightwood!

You wretch! Why have
you not come to see me?

My dear Lady Tippins, I...

cannot bear to force my way through
the crowds of your other admirers.

A man must have hope.

Well, the Veneerings have certainly
done their young friends proud.

Dear best friends of the groom
and obviously of the bride.

Anyone know anything about the bride?

I've never seen him before.

Or her!

Does anyone know anything about them?

She's a lady of property.

- He has shares.
- Profits and shares.

How many shares?

- What is her character?
- She has property.

- A fortune between then.
- How many acres exactly?

Quite a few acres, I'm sure.

Mortimer Lightwood, I insist upon you
telling me all about the Harmon fortune.

Harmon...?

Harmon...?

Old Harmon's been dead for weeks and we
don't know what is to become of his fortune.

Society becomes restless when it
smells a great fortune left unclaimed.

I find it immensely embarrassing having
the eyes of society on me to this extent.

Well...

Old Harmon,

as you know, was a tremendous old rascal

who made his money in dust.

Scandal! A fortune
to be made in rubbish!

And this old rascal Harmon
actually lived among the dust heaps?

Yes, like a veritable
mountain range about him.

The fellow, however,

had the miserable inclination to make enemies
of his family, all turned out of the house.

Even the son.

Now, keep your eyes fixed upon the
son, because this is where I come in.

He grew up abroad.

- In the Cape?
- In the Cape,

where I discovered he was living

the other day having been
abroad for fourteen years.

The whole range of dust
mountains is left to young Harmon.

And he has set sail home to claim it.

He is due to land in
England even as we speak.

So old Harmon wasn't such an
unnatural monster after all.

Fortune will go to
the son, as it should.

Ah, but he did leave a sting
in the tail of his will.

The son's inheritance

is conditional

on his marrying a girl he has never met.

- One Bella Wilfer.
- Bella Wilfer...?

Never heard of her.

Has anyone any knowledge of
any Bella Wilfer? Is she out?

What if he does not care for the
bride his perverse father has chosen?

- Not care for her?!
- Rescind the will and fortune?!

Cast off the dust mountains?!

Not care for a marriageable
woman called Bella?

And throw away a
fortune? Really, Eugene!

(BUTLER) A note has
arrived for you, sir.

This note arrives in a most...

opportune manner.

I fear it is the conclusion
of John Harmon's story.

- There! The fellow's married already!
- Refuses to marry Bella Wilfer!

Surely not?

No...

No, you're all wrong.

The story is...

completer

and rather more
exciting than I supposed.

John Harmon is drowned.

Did you write this?

I did.

Did you find the body?

My father, Jesse Hexam, found the body.

What's his position?

He gets his living along shore.

Why did your father, Jesse
Hexam, not write the note himself?

Is the body...

far?

It's a goodish stretch.

I came up in a cab and the
cab's waiting to be paid.

(BOY) We could go back in it
before you pay, if you like.

John Harmon...

was discovered...

- dead?
- Dead as the

Pharaoh's multitude
drowned under the Red Sea.

If Lazarus was half as far gone,
that was the greatest of miracles.

Lord! You seem to be at home in the Red Sea, young man.

Read of it with a teacher at school.

But don't you tell my father.

It's my sister's contriving.

You have a good sister.

She ain't bad.

But if she even knows half her
letters it's because I learned her.

I'll go with you if I may.

- Do you mean to tell me...?
- Do YOU mean to tell me?!

Do you?

Are you a man of fortune?

No!

Then you have married
me under false pretences.

So be it!

Now you.

Are you a woman of property?

No.

Then you married me
under false pretences.

I asked Veneering. He
told me you were rich.

Veneering? What does he know about me?

Well, congratulations! You obviously
made a good job of deceiving him!

And, Mrs. Lammle,

what made you suppose me
to be a man of fortune?

I asked...Veneering.

And he knows of me as
much as he knows of you!

I will never forgive Veneering

for being so...

Gullible?

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo!

Let me see, Eugene.

I've been on the Honourable Roll of Solicitors
of the High Court for five years now.

Except for taking instructions

on average once a fortnight
for the will of Lady Tippins,

who, by the way, has nothing to leave,

I have no scrap of business
except for this Harmon romance.

I have been called to the bar for
ages and have had...no business at all,

which my father uses as
an excuse to keep me poor.

Yes, he keeps me bound to him with
the merest trickle of an income

to relieve his disappointment.

What's more, he continually
berates me for my lack of energy.

But give me something to be energetic
about, by God, I'll show him energy!

He's an amusing fellow, my father.

I should like to please him if I could.

We must be drawing near to the river.

We shall fall over the edge of
the world if we don't stop soon.

Hello, there!

Surely we're nearly there?

You must walk the rest.

It's not many yards.

Please, sir! Please, sir!

The gentlemen, Father.

You are Mortimer Lightwood,
squire? Are you, sir?

Mortimer Lightwood is my name, sir.

What you found last night,

- it is not here?
- It's close by. I do everything regular.

I've given notice of the circumstances to the
police and the police have taken possession of it.

The police have put into print already
and here's what the print says...

Only papers found on the
unfortunate man, I see.

Only papers.

No money?

But threepence.

Only threepence?

In one of the shirt pockets.

Three...

... penny...

... pieces.

The trouser pockets empty

and turned inside out?

That's common.

Whether it's the wash of the tide or no,

I can't say.

This one, here...

His pockets was found empty

and turned inside out.

I can't read. Nor do I want to.

I know 'em all by their
places on the wall.

This one, this was a sailor

with two anchors, a flag and the
letters GFT tattooed on his arm.

See if he wasn't.

This was the woman in grey boots
with her linen marked with a cross.

And these, two young children what had tied
themselves together with a handkerchief.

Poor souls... Every one.

This,

an old gent with a
cut over his left eye,

a pink nightcap and drunk as a lord!

You did not find all of these yourself?

And what your name be, now?

This is my friend,

Mr. Eugene Wrayburn.

Do you suppose there's been
much violence and robbery,

beforehand, in these cases?

I ain't one of the supposing sorts.

If you had your living to haul out
of the river every day of your life,

you mightn't be much given to supposing.

Are you looking for a body?

Or have you found one?

Which is it?

I'm lost.

And I'm a stranger.

And I...must...

I have to get to the place
where I can see...the body.

- It is possible I may know...
- Are you seeking a Mr. Harmon?

No.

(MORTIMER) I think I can assure you
that you will not find what you fear.

I must see the body.

Please, sir! Please, sir!

No clues as to how the body
came to be in the river.

Very often there is no clue,

as there often isn't for
ascertaining whether the injuries

occurred before or after death.

The steward of the ship
identified John Harmon,

along with the clothes and papers,

also sworn as those of John Harmon.

And as to what exactly happened?

Totally disappeared on leaving
ship till found in river.

He'd probably been on some little game,

and thought it a harmless game, no doubt,
and it turned out to be a fatal game.

Inquest tomorrow. An
open verdict, no doubt.

It appears to have knocked
your friend off his legs!

This gentleman is no
friend of mine, sir.

It's a horrible sight.

You expected to identify...?

Yes.

And...?

No.

No, I did not.

I must go now.

You're after identifying someone
or you wouldn't have come here.

Can we not ask who?

You must excuse me for not telling you.

You must know that
sometimes there are...

disagreements in families,

personal tragedies,

that they would rather not
have generally discussed.

At least you will not object
to leaving me your card?

I would not if I had one, but I do not.

At least you will not object
write down your name and address.

Mr. Julius Handford.

Exchequer Coffee House.

Palace Yard.

Westminster.

Consequently from out of town?

Yes...

Out of town.

You could say that.

Keep him in sight
without giving offence.

Make sure he's staying
where he says he is

and find everything you can about him.

Inspector...

I have to ask you...

Do you think there is anything
untoward in John Harmon's death?

If it was murder, anyone
might have done it.

Burglary or pick-pocketing,
that needs an apprenticeship.

Not so murder.

We're all of us up to that.

Pity it's not true, that old
superstition, about corpses bleeding,

when touched by the hand of those
responsible for their undoing.

You get row enough out of her,
but you get nothing out of bodies.

The entire fortune to go to a dustman?!

It's unbelievable.

It is true.

As Harmon's only son is dead,

the entire dustyard and
fortune goes to a Mr. Boffin.

It's unnatural.

He was a good and faithful servant.

But how will he know what
to do with such wealth?

That's for Mr. Boffin

and his wife to decide when I have
explained the full extent of their fortune.

So, the entire Harmon fortune,

that is the complete
range of dust-heaps,

including the little one,

is entailed to Mr. Nicodemus Boffin.

Though I hate to disagree with you on
your very first instruction, Mr. Boffin,

as your lawyer I must tell you
that 10,000 pound is too much.

The old lady thinks it's
the right figure. So do I.

10,000 pound reward

to find the villain
who murdered our John.

We can only imagine
John Harmon's feelings,

as he travelled homewards
after so many years abroad,

towards his future and the bride
that his father had chosen for him.

And we can only imagine
how the poor girl feels,

her hopes so cruelly dashed.

We have heard the circumstances of
Mr. Harmon's return to this country.

And we have heard compelling evidence

that the deceased carried
with him a large sum of money

from the forced sale
of his foreign property.

No doubt to facilitate the early
marriage to the woman who waited for him,

patiently and silently.

How long must I wear
this insufferable dress?

This case is made further interesting

by the remarkable experience of
Jesse, known as "Gaffer", Hexam,

having rescued from the
Thames so many dead bodies.

The jury has found that Mr. Harmon
was discovered floating in the Thames,

in some state of decay and much injured.

And that the said John Harmon

came by his death under highly
suspicious circumstances.

Though by whose act and
in what precise manner,

there is no evidence
before this jury to show.

I will therefore this
day make a recommendation

that there should be a police
investigation into this mysterious death.

And I have noticed

that interested parties have come
forward with a substantial reward.

Mr. Boffin has provided an
excessively generous amount...

... of ten thousand pounds.

Ten...thousand...pounds?!

I told you the man would
be a fool with money!

What a glimpse of wealth I had!

Now it's melted away.

And I'm here in mourning,

a kind of widow who has never married.

(BELLA) I shouldn't care so
much if it wasn't so ridiculous.

To think, what an embarrassed
first meeting it should have been.

We never could have pretended
to harbour any true affection.

I was hardly likely to even like
this John Harmon. How could I?

I'm sure I'm the poorer.

For I have to wait until Bella
finds herself another husband.

If the truth were known,

this embarrassment might have
been smoothed away by the money.

For I love money.

I want money.

I want it dreadfully.

I hate to be poor, and
we are degradingly poor.

Oh, offensively poor!

Left to him in a will!

Like a dozen spoons!

And all this for a man I never saw...

Enter!

... and should have hated if I had!

Ah, RW, this is the gentleman
who has taken our first floor.

He was so good as to make an appointment
for this morning when you'd be at home.

This is my husband, RW, the
undisputed master of the house.

Seeing that I am quite satisfied, Mr. Wilfer
- with the rooms, that is, and their price -

- Legenda n�o traduzida -

I hope that a memorandum between us,

some two or three lines
perhaps, might bind the bargain.

The gentleman proposes to take
your apartments by the quarter.

If I might mention a referee?

No!

I think that a referee is not
necessary. Neither is it convenient.

I'm a stranger in London.

You see, I require
no reference from you.

I shall pay whatever
you please in advance.

And I will leave my furniture here.

Whereas if you, sir, were
in...embarrassed circumstances...

This is a supposition, of
course, but as you see...

We see perfectly.

Well, money and goods are, of
course, certainly the best references.

- Do you really think so, Pa?
- Among the best.

I should have thought myself it would
be so easy to provide the usual kind.

My dear, will you be the witness?

Where am I to go, Pa?
Here in the corner?

(HANDFORTH) I am much
obliged, Miss Wilfer.

Obliged?

And why should Mr....

...John Rokesmith be obliged to me?

I've given you so much trouble.

By signing my name?

I am your landlord's
daughter, after all.

I'll send my furniture tomorrow.

I'll follow shortly behind.

Pa?

We have ourselves a
murderer for a tenant!

A robber, at least, living upstairs.

On the first floor.

I've never seen such an exhibition.

Unable to look a person in the eye.

Mark my words, between
Mr. Rokesmith and myself

there is antipathy and deep distrust.

I don't know what will come of it.

Well, my dear,

between Mr. Rokesmith and myself there
is the matter of eight gold sovereigns,

and supper shall certainly come of it!

# Be gone, dull care

# You and I shall never agree

# Long time haste
thou been tarrying here

# And faint thou wouldst me kill... #

Morning, sir!

Good morning to you, sir!

- Have you ever heard of the name of Boffin?
- No, I never did.

Do you like it?

Can't say I do.

I'll tell you something
that'll make you sorry for that.

My name's Boffin!

I can't help that.

Do you like the name Nicodemus?

Nick or...Noddy?

It's not a name I could wish
for someone I had respect for.

Noddy Boffin, that's my name.

What's yours?

Silas Wegg. I don't know why
Silas and I don't know why Wegg!

Now, Wegg, I want to
make an offer to you.

I've been listening to your
singing with great admiration.

- Well...
- I'll wager you know

them songs by words and tune. So!

Here we have a literary
man with a wooden leg,

and all print is open to him. And yet...

here I am,

a man without a wooden leg,

and yet all print is shut to me.

- Indeed, sir. Education neglected?
- Neglected.

Though I could recognise
"B" if you showed me.

"B" for Boffin. That's something.

That's something.

Not as much as could be
wished of by an enquiring mind.

But something, to be sure.

Now, I've retired from business
and come into some little money.

It's too late for me to be shovelling
at alphabets and grammar books.

I'm getting to be an old bird.

But I find I want some reading.

Now, how can I get that reading, Wegg?

By paying a man, truly
qualified to do it,

so much an hour to do it for me.

Flattered, I'm sure. So
what is your proposition?

Let's say...er...twopence
halfpenny an hour?

That's...er...five, six nights.

Half a crown, sir!

Half a crown? Ain't
much, sir, half a crown.

Particularly if, in the
course of an evening's reading,

you was wanting to perhaps...

... drop into poetry?

Mr. Boffin, I never bargain.

You have the needful implement?

A book!

Oh... Well, no.

Consequently, done.

For double the money!

Just in time for the landlord, my dear.

I hate all this money going to
the landlord when we all want...

... everything.

Pa?

Why do you suppose old Mr. Harmon took

it in his head to make
such a fool out of me?

I've told you often, my dear,

I hardly spoke a hundred
words to the gentleman.

You were sitting on my
lap on a bench in the park,

rather as we are now,

when you suddenly took
it into your head to...

To make a scene, Pa?

Never let it be said that I ever
condoned infant misbehaviour, RW!

And then I screamed and hit you
about the head, didn't I, Pa?

And the old gentleman said,

"That's a nice girl.

"That's a promising girl."

Never let it be said I condoned
talking to strangers in the park!

And then he asked for
our name and address.

And he kept saying,

"That's a promising girl.

"A most promising girl!"

And so I was.

So you were, my dear.

So you were.

How do you do?

Wegg, you know?

To be sure.

Hospital amputation, wasn't it?

I remember you now.

Just so.

Come and sit by the fire and
warm your... Warm your other one.

My tea is drawing, Mr. Wegg.

Will you partake?

So, how have I been going
on this long time, Mr. Venus?

I don't know.

Do what I will with your old
leg, it won't fit in anywhere.

Hang it, Venus! It
can't be peculiar to me.

It must often happen with
your miscellaneous ones.

With ribs, I grant you, always.

Every man has his own ribs and

no others will go with them but...

Legs...

I can't find another one to match.

Now, look here!

I want to buy my leg back.

How much do you want for it?

Well, you were one of a various lot.

Come! On your account
I'm not worth much.

Not for miscellaneous working, Mr. Wegg.

It may yet turn out
to be valuable as a...

... monstrosity...

if you'll excuse me?

I've a prospect...
of getting on in life.

I tell you, I should
not like to be dispersed,

part of me here, part of me there,

but should wish to collect myself
together, like a genteel person.

You seem very low, Mr. Venus.

Is business bad?

Never was so good, Mr. Wegg.

I'm not only first in the trade.

I am the trade.

You may buy a skeleton in
the West End, if you like.

Pay West End sort of prices for it,

but it'd be my work
and putting together.

Mr. Wegg,

if you was brought here loose,
in a bag, to be articulated,

I could name your
smallest bones blindfolded,

and sort 'em all in a manner
that would surprise and charm you.

Now, that ain't a state
to be brought low about.

It's the heart that's brought me low.

I'm a bachelor...

I'm 38...

But I love her, Mr. Wegg.

But the lady objects to the business?

Does she know the profits of it?

She knows the profits of it. She
doesn't appreciate the art of it.

So...

A man climbs to the top
of the tree, Mr. Wegg,

only to see there's no
look-out when he's got there.

I sit here...

of a night,

surrounded by the finest
trophies of my art.

And what have they done for me?

Ruined me!

It's time I was at Harmon's.

Harmon's up the Battle Bridge way?

You ought to be in for a good
thing. A lot of money going there.

Old Harmon wanted to know
the worth of everything.

Many's the bone and
feather he brought to me.

Really, now?

The old gentleman was well known.

There were stories about him hiding all
sorts of property in them dust mounds.

I suppose there's something in 'em.

Probably you know that, Mr. Wegg.

And now, to what am I
indebted to this honour?

A Sunday visit from Mr. and Mrs. Boffin,

who must be so busy
in a social activities,

I can hardly imagine why they
should honour us at our humble abode.

Perhaps, Mrs. Wilfer, you're
acquainted with the Boffin name,

as having come into
a certain prosperity.

I've heard a little,
madam, of your good fortune.

I dare say you will not be
inclined to think kindly of us.

Mrs. Boffin and me are plain people.

We don't pretend to anything.

We don't go round and round at anything.

Consequently...

We made this call to
say how glad we shall be

to have the honour and pleasure
of your daughter's acquaintance.

We shall be rejoiced if your
daughter can come to consider...

our house, our
new house, that is...

her house!

We are considering, in the light
of our changed circumstances...

To go in for fashion!

And society!

We are to give up the dusty
bower, though we do love it,

for a nice new house in
a nice new neighbourhood.

I'm thinking of a pale yellow
chariot with a fine pair of horses

and silver boxes to the wheels!

For we've been thinking
of your poor girl.

Cruelly disappointed she was
of her husband and his riches.

In short, we want to cheer your daughter

and give her an opportunity to share
such pleasures that we shall partake.

Yes! We want to brisk her up and about!

I...I...am much obliged
to you both, I'm sure.

But I doubt if I have the
inclination to go out at all.

Bella! Bella, my child, you must try
to conquer these delicate feelings.

Well, have a little think about it.

You take my advice...

Do what yer ma says
and conquer it, my dear.

We're going to go
everywhere, see everything!

Of course, if your sister would
like to come, to make you confortble,

we'd welcome her gladly!

I'm sure I know my duty and
will stay at home with Ma and Pa.

You mustn't feel a
dislike for us, my dear,

for we couldn't help the inheritance
and did nothing to further it.

Come! Come, old lady!

We'll outstay our welcome.

Well, Bella's got what
she wants from her Boffins.

She'll be rich enough at her Boffins'.

She'll have as many lobsters
as she likes at her Boffins'!

Well, you won't take
me to your Boffins'!

We seem to have a mutual friend.

You are acquainted with
our new lodger, Mr. Boffin?

Bit of a mystery man, my dear.

You'd think, wouldn't you, Miss Abby,

with the general interest
the Harmon case has aroused,

not least the...er...

substantial reward offered,

that some clue to the
murderer might have arisen?

There's been a notice in the Times every
day in search of the stranger, Handford,

our mysterious friend from the mortuary.

Though maybe none of your regulars,
those that can read, peruse that journal.

I can read.

I think that most know the meaning
of the figures 10,000 pounds,

whether they can sign
their names or not.

This house is a respecter of the river

and an especial respecter of its dead.

I think that you also know that
this house is a respecter of the law.

The Harmon poster is
peeling on my walls.

Not one of my trusted
regulars has remarked on it.

Get away, Riderhood. I've told you,
you're not welcome in this house!

But I haven't done nothing.

You can't refuse to serve me.

I can do what I like in my own house!

Now get away with yer!

You will not drink in here again!

And what of Jesse Hexam,

Riderhood's partner?

Is he allowed to drink alongside
you at the counter, Miss Abby?

No, but I can name you twenty
others also denied the pleasure.

D'you think they all had
a hand in the Harmon crime?

"It is our desire to describe
the prosperous condition of the Empire,

"and afterwards,

"from the death of Marcus Antoninus, to
deduce the most important circumstances

"of its decline and fall.

"A revolution which
will ever be remembered

"and is still felt by all
the nations of the earth..."

We're on our way, old lady!

On our way!

With old Marcus Antonionus
alongside of us, eh?

Bring us over a drink, Lizzie,
and come and sit with me.

Now, Lizzie, dear.

I'm very put out.

I'm very sorry to hear it, Miss Abby.

Then, why do you do it?

I do what, Miss?

I'm sorry.

But, Lizzie,

why won't you take up my offer
to get clear of your father?

I'm very grateful for it. Truly I am.

The obstinate, more like!

D'you know the worst
of your father, child?

The suspicions that
are laid against him.

This is not easy to
say but I must do it.

Some think that your
father helps to their death

some of those that he finds dead.

You do not know my father.

Indeed, you don't.

Leave your father.

Lizzie, let me help you.

You must leave him.

Thank you...

Miss Abby, but I can't.

The more my father is accused,
the more he needs me to lean on.

Come!

The florist begs leave to remind, Mr.
Lammle, of the bill of payments, sir.

I would have thought it
imprudent, even for you,

to continue to buy
goods you cannot afford.

More fool you, not to
notice my financial deficit

before we became jointly
responsible for it!

I was deceived!

I cannot get rid of you and
you cannot get rid of me.

I suggest we reach a mutual understanding
which might carry us through.

An understanding?

With a little encouragement
from our friends,

we deceived each other into wedlock.

I suggest we keep these
mortifying facts to ourselves.

Agreed?

That is not an expense.
It is an investment.

I have been looking to the future
and you can be sure I'm not alone.

When a great fortune
appears from nowhere,

it is the duty of all beggars,

especially the deserving gentry,

to beat a path to its door.

We must be amongst them,
but we will be in disguise.

"Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Lammle to Mr
and Mrs. Nicodemus Boffin, Squire.

"Offering their most hearty
felicitations on their good fortune,

"hoping they may accept this small gift,

"begging leave to call on..."

All right, old lady?

Where we going to put them all?

Papers buzzing about me ears!

Apple pie order!

So, if you would try
me as your secretary

for a trial period only.

Naturally I would keep exact accounts of
all the expenditure that you've sanctioned,

and write letters... under your
strict direction, of course.

And I would transact business with
the people under your employment.

Well, listen, I...

already have in my employment
a literary man with a wooden leg.

And this rounding-up of papers?

It would be continuous, of course.

Now,

let's try a letter next.

To whom should it be addressed?

Well, anyone!

Try yourself.

"Mr. Boffin presents his
compliments to Mr. John Rokesmith,

"and begs to say that he is
decided on giving Mr. John Rokesmith

"a trial in the capacity that he desires
to fill. It is quite understood...

"that Mr. Boffin is in no
way committed to a salary,

"which will be postponed
for some indefinite period.

"And Mr. Boffin relies on Mr.
John Rokesmith's assurance

"that he will be both
faithful and serviceable,

"and enter upon his duties immediately."

That's the fairest set-down
letter I've ever heard.

Let's shake on it.

Now,

I may not have mentioned to you that
it is Mrs. Boffin's inclination...

to go in the way of fashion.

I rather inferred that from the scale in which
your new establishment is to be maintained.

Yes, it's gonna be a spanker!

Old Harmon was not much loved.

He was a harsh man.

He preferred me...

... to his child.

When the son was a little boy,

he came up and down these
stairs to see his father.

He often cried on these
stairs, poor little thing.

Starved of love, that's what he was.

My old lady here did her
best to give it to him.

Here...

This is where the boy wrote
his name several times.

And he measured himself
here on this sunny patch.

Let's take care of
these names, old lady.

They must never be rubbed
out in our lifetime.

Nor ever if we can help it.

- Will you sell the house, Mr. Boffin?
- Certainly not!

In memory of our master and the
dear child, I mean to keep it.

I've got a plan. I'll tell
you about it soon enough.

Oh, they're a different matter.

That was my first mound.

It would have been enough for us, if it
had pleased God, to spare the little one.

I ain't a scholar in much, Mr. Rokesmith.
I'm a pretty fair scholar in dust.

I can price these
mountains to a fraction.

You don't find the air a little
overpowering, Mr. Rokesmith?

Excuse me?

It's just that strangers can often
find the smell of the dustyard

faintly pungent on first encounter.

No, I do not find it
in the least offensive.

- It is the smell of good honest work, I'm sure.
- Indeed.

My Noddy has everything accounted for,
down to the last farthing, proper and right.

A man such as I was
had no use of lettering.

But numbers...

you'll find I'm a master of those!

Where d'you come from, Mr. Rokesmith?

I've been in many places.

What d'you do for a living?

I've had some aspirations...

but I've been disappointed.

I have to begin my life once more.

Hello, Lizzie. Supper ready?

- That's early.
- Sit and eat, Charley.

You must be gone
before father gets home.

Gone?

What's all this, Liz?

I've made up my mind up that it's
time for you to go away from us.

You'll do much better
and be much happier.

- How do you know that?
- I do know.

I do.

You leave the river and
father to me. But you must go.

No, I think you decided
that there's three of us!

There's not enough for all of
us, so you want to get rid of me!

Yes...

Yes, that's right. I'm a selfish sister.

There's not enough room for three
of us and I want to get rid of you.

Don't cry, Liz!

Don't cry.

I will go if you say.

I know you think only of my own good.

Oh, Charley!

Heaven knows I do!

Now... Listen.

You get straight to school at once.

Father will never bother you. He
won't ever have you back, either.

You're a credit to your school.

They'll help you find a living.

Now, you show them your money.

Tell them I'll send you more.

I don't know where
from, but I'll send it.

Now, you must hurry.

Remember, Charley...

Always speak well of Father.

Even if you hear the worst that
could be heard about Father,

it'll not be true.

You be good.

Get learning.

And only remember your life here as
if you dreamt of it in your sleep.

So, sir...

I don't suppose we'll be doing
much more "declining and falling".

Wegg...

I've got an offer to make you.

You'll not want my services now you've got
your brand-new house and brand-new secretary.

Steady, Wegg.

It's my idea...

... that you should stay here
in the barn and keep it for us.

This is a pleasant spot.

A man with coal,
candles, a pound a week.

I might be in clover here.

You still want reading?

Yes!

And at no extra

for what you was thinking of offering

for the overlooking of
this... fearsome place?

Of course, you will be extra
compensated for your trouble.

Mr. Boffin, consider it done.

What is it, dear?

Why, are you frightened?

You? Frightened?

- Oh, Noddy, it is so strange!
- What is, my dear?

(Mrs. BOFFIN) The faces of
the old man and the little one.

They're all over the house tonight.
I know it must sound foolish,

but...it is so!

- Where did you see them?
- Everywhere!

I was tidying the linen, singing to
myself, not thinking anything particular,

when suddenly...

... the old man's face.

- And then it was gone?
- Yes.

I-I came in here
t-to get rid of it,

tell myself what a silly
foolish old woman I was.

But then...

The old man's face again!

And the little boy.

In the shadows looking
at me through the window.

Oh, my Noddy.

Why have they come to haunt us?

What have we done?

There's nothing in the world to
you but goodness, little lady.

Don't trouble yourself on that account.

Now...

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll get rid of Wegg,

and we'll go for a walk
together round the park.

We'll shine a light
in every dark corner,

see if we can't shake
these cobwebs away.

No, Noddy.

I'm not nervous of this house.

It's just...

When I shut my eyes...

Here they come!

The old man's face, it gets younger.

And the little boy's, it gets...older.

They merge.

Are they angry?

No.

They're just there.

And here's my husband's
face to cheer me.

And that is the best
face in all the world.

You must be frozen, Father dear.

I ain't aglow, that's certain.

Where's that boy?

If the river were to freeze,
there'd be a deal of distress.

There's always enough of that.

Distress is forever going
about, like soot in the air.

Where is that boy, hm?

Sit and eat, Father, and we'll talk.

Now, Lizzie...

Where's that boy at?

Well...

It would seem, Father, that
Charley has a gift for learning.

Unnatural boy!

And so, not wanting
to be a burden to you,

he made up his mind to seek
his fortune from learning.

He went away, Father.

He cried very much,

and he hopes very much
that you can forgive him.

My forgiveness...

I'll never set eyes on that boy again.

He's disowned his own father.

Unnatural boy!

Now I know why those men
turned away from me just now.

'Cause here's a man what ain't
good enough for his own son!

Please, Father.

Put the knife down.

What's the matter, Liz?

You'd never think I'd hurt you, Liz?

Lizzie, come on.

Lizzie, my girl.

Lizzie.

My love.

Were you watching me, Mr. Rokesmith?

No.

Indeed, Miss Wilfer, I am
charged with a message for you.

I find that most unlikely.

From Mrs. Boffin.

She will have the pleasure of
receiving you soon at the new house.

I find that I am to become
Mr. Boffin's secretary.

And will you always
be there, Mr. Rokesmith?

At the new house?

Always, no. Very much there, yes.

Have no fear, you need
pay me little attention.

I will transact the business
and you the pleasure.

You will have nothing to
do but enjoy...and attract.

Attract?

The loss of your fiance...

... John Harmon, may
one day be repaired.

Of course, I speak merely of wealth.

The loss of a perfect stranger,

whose worth you could not estimate
beyond the inconvenience of their death,

is another matter.

It's growing dark around us.

You must have been
absorbed by your book.

Is it a...love story?

Certainly not!

It's more about money than anything.

Does it say that money
is better than anything?

I really cannot tell you. Find
out for yourself, for all I care!

How the wind sounds up here!

As if we were keeping a lighthouse.

I wish we were.

Don't you think it would bore us?

No more than any other place.

And we would be blessedly free,

both of society in general
and in particular of my father.

Speaking of which,

shall we touch upon the eligible lady
your respected father has found for you?

I assure you my intentions are
opposed to touching the lady!

How could I possibly
undertake matrimony?

I, so easily bored.

So constantly.

So totally.

Who the devil are you?

Where the devil have you come from?

I beg yer pardons, guv'nors,

but might either of
you be Lawyer Lightwood?

I am Lightwood. Who are you, fellow?

I'm a man what gets me living by
the sweat of me brow, guv'nors.

Not wanting to risk losing
the sweat of me brow,

I should wish, before going
further, to be sworn in.

You're out of luck, for I am
not a swearer-in of people.

Alfred David.

Alfred David?

Is that your name?

No. I wanna set down

an "Alfred David".

I think you mean "Affidavit".

I'm afraid you're out of luck, as my
friend doesn't do affidavits either.

I must be took down.

What is your business?

It's about money.

It's about a �10,000 reward,
that's what it's about.

It's about murder.

Now...

What is your full name?

Roger...Riderhood.

Some call me "Rogue",
but as a friendly name,

by those that don't know me.

Dwelling place?

Limehouse Hole.

Calling?

Or occupation?

Waterside character.

Anything against you?

Ever in trouble?

Once.

Picking a seaman's pocket,
though I was innocent.

Naturally!

I give information that the
man that done the Harmon murder

is one Jesse, known as "Gaffer", Hexam.

The very same that found the body.

His hand and his alone
did the bloody deed.

On what grounds do you
base these suspicions?

He cannot be convicted
on suspicion alone.

He told me with his own lips he done it.

When did he tell you?

The very night he picked up the body.

We had words on the river that night.

His daughter will not deny that.

Did you ask him how he did it?

Where he did it?

When he did it?

He tells me,

Gaffer does, he tells me,
"I done it for his money.

"Don't betray me."

And long have I been troubled
in my mind ever since.

You've been troubled in
your mind for a long time.

Mr. Riderhood might have thought
another witness would come forward.

Maybe he wasn't keen on anyone asking

what he was doing there that night.

I tell you, I'm giving Jesse Hexam
up to you tonight and I want him took!

I want him took this night!

Gaffer's out. His boat's out.

His daughter's home. Supper's ready,
so he was expected last high water.

He must have missed it for some reason.

Then, we must watch and wait.

Shelter and wait over there.

If we take the father,
she will be left alone.

Father!

Father, is that you?

Don't you feel like a dark combination
of a traitor and a pickpocket

when you think about
that girl, Mortimer?

He's gonna cheat me.

He's looking to cheat an honest man.

Where are you hiding?

He could not have slipped past us.

It'll be morning soon and we'll be seen.

Suppose I put out in my boat?

Take a look in his favourite haunts?

Found it!

Gaffer's boat!

He's in luck, I knew it!

He's in luck!

He's found Hexam's boat.

But where's Hexam?

I told yer!

He got lucky...

He's been fishing.

Oh, God!

Let it go. Let it go.

Drowned by his own tow-rope.

He went out in search for the dead.

Death found him first.

He's escaped me.

He's...dead before I can profit.

He's done me again.