All language subtitles for Our Mutual Friend - 1x03 - Episode 3.DVDRip.en

Something's gone down
in the fog, Miss Abby!

See that the boiler's full.
Hang some blankets to the fire.

Come on. Have your senses about
you. Anyone know what happened?

- It's a steamboat.
- It's always a steamboat.

It's a local craft, Miss Abby,
run down by a foreign steamboat.

- How many in the craft?
- One man, Miss Abby.

Good God, it's Rogue Riderhood!

Oh, God... Father!

Poor Father!

What a change there is in him.

To think that I once wished him
to be more at ease in this company.

Money has made him comfortable.

Father, you were run down on
the river but you're safe now.

Your friends have given you shelter.

- A steamboat, was it?
- Yes, Father.

Damn them to hell.

I'll have the law onto
her... and them that runs her!

You seem a little
pensive tonight, my dear.

My dear, I believe...

No,

I will not.

If you believe me to be
in love, you are mistaken.

No, indeed.

It cannot be so very easy to find
a man worthy of your attractions.

The question is not to find
a man, but an establishment.

My love, your prudence amazes me.

Where did you learn
to study life so well?

You're right, of course. You must...

I don't mind telling you, Mrs. Lammle...

Sophronia, my dear.

I don't mind telling you, Sophronia...

... that I am convinced I have no heart.

And as for seeking to please myself,

- well, I don't.
- But

you can't help pleasing, Bella dear.

You'll have many admirers
to shun, don't worry.

Ah, my dear. You must tell.

You do not mean Mr.
Lightwood has proposed?

No, indeed not.

In terms of establishments,
there are others...

even less worthy than Mr. Lightwood.

- I cannot believe you!
- What would you say to our secretary?

My dear,

the hermit secretary who creeps
up and down the back stairs?

The man must be mad!

He appeared to be in his full senses.

I told him my opinion of his
declaration and dismissed it.

Of course it was very
inconvenient and disagreeable.

It's remained a secret, however,

and I hope I can count on you
never mentioning the matter.

You may count on me. Absolutely.

Of course you remember, Mortimer.

It was in this very room that you told
us the romantic story of John Harmon.

And over there, sitting very
comfortably, are your golden dustmen.

And what is that the
golden dustmen have told me?

There is another disappearance.

Tell it, Mortimer, or
they're sure to make you.

The reference is to the following.

The young woman Lizzie Hexam, daughter
of the late Jesse, otherwise Gaffer,

who you will remember was accused
of the murder of John Harmon.

Mr. Boffin, my client,

was, of course, anxious to be in
communication with Lizzie Hexam,

as she lives alone and
may need assistance.

He referred the task to me,

and I have tried my
hardest to find Miss Hexam.

I even have some special means.

But I have failed
because she has vanished.

Vanished? You mean
kidnapped? Oh, not murdered?

No, he does not mean that. He...

What he means is she
has vanished voluntarily,

but she HAS vanished. Completely.

I trust you had a
satisfactory morning shopping?

Ah, more "Lives of Misers", I see.

That's all right with you, is it?

For those that have, this
is the required reading.

For those with a fortune to protect.

- Will you be joining us this afternoon...?
- Join us? Join us!

Rokesmith has my business to attend to.

Come. Come, Bella.

Oh, you cheeky scamp, go on! Go!

They're all the same.

Now...

Johnny... Johnny...

Johnny, my dear.

Are you better now, Mother?

- Have I been ill, then?
- You've been a little faint.

Oh. Yes, it's the numbness.

It comes over me
sometimes. It's gone now.

- Are there any folks nearby belonging to you?
- Oh, yes, to be sure.

Don't you worry about me, my dears.

Send for a doctor to look after her.

No, I do not need help!

I have enough!

I have friends in London.

Now, Rokesmith. Where were we?

Sir, you considered the time
had come for fixing my salary.

Oh, don't be above
calling it wages, man.

I never talked of salary
when I was in service.

My wages.

Now, regarding these wages,
I have looked into the matter,

and I say 200 a year.

- What do you think?
- Thank you, sir.

It's a fair proposal.

You see, Rokesmith,

a man like me has to
consider the market price.

I've got acquainted with
the duties of property.

A sheep is worth so much in the market,

and I ought to give it
that price and no more.

Likewise, a secretary.

You are too kind, Mr. Boffin.

I want to keep you in attendance.
I want you ready at all times.

I'll have a bell hung
from this room to yours.

When I want you, I'll...touch it.

I don't call to mind that I
have anything more to say to you.

- Noddy, dear?
- Yes, my dear?

Excuse me putting it to you, but

but don't you think you've been a
little strict with Mr. Rokesmith?

Don't you think you've been a little
bit... not quite your old self?

Why, old lady, it's the same with
Rokesmith as with the footmen.

You must either scrunch
them, or they'll scrunch you!

Now, this isn't entertaining,
Miss Bella, now, is it?

Now, Bella, for her age, is remarkably
well up on what to go in for.

You're right, my love. Go in for money.

Make a profit...

from good looks

and from the money me and Mrs. Boffin
will have the pleasure of settling on you,

for we are very fond of you, my dear.

A golden ball of opportunity
lies at your feet, Bella, my dear!

He's looking for something.

What's he doing?

He's got a shovel.

He knows how to use it.

He knows these mounds
like his own garden.

He could bury us up
here without a trace,

if we give him reason. Come. Come.

What's the matter, Wegg?

You're pale as a candle.

Physic yourself...to be in order for
tomorrow's reading of "The Misers".

"Merryweather's Comprehensive
Guide to the Misers".

A lot to be learnt.

(WEGG) This is a friend. Mr. Venus.

Of Clerkenwell?

I've heard of you. You knew the old man.

Did he tell you of any
hoardings of monies or...

... even better?

Oh, by the by,

I've decided to...

sell off the mounds, Wegg.

- What?
- Got to lose the mounds.

They are to be carted off
and that's the end of it.

Good night.

No. I know the way out.

Did you hear him?! He's
going to cheat me! Cheat us!

Before we can find
anything! Let me get at him!

May I lift you and
wet your lips a little?

Have I been long dead?

I don't understand you.

May I wet your lips a little?

Am I not dead, then?

I was returning home from work
when I found you lying here.

- What work?
- I work at the paper mill nearby.

Dare I lift you a little?

This paper, am I to read it?

I know these names.

Do you want me to return this
to the writer? Is that your wish?

Bless you.

You will not give it up to anyone
but them. Not to the parish.

Most solemnly.

Don't let the parish
even touch or look at me.

No. Faithfully.

What is your name?

My name is Lizzie Hexam.

Are you afraid to kiss me?

Bless you.

Now lift me, my dear.

Been walking and lost my way.

Been looking out for
someone I used to know.

- I feel she may have passed this spot.
- She?

- The lady travels alone?
- Yes.

At least, I believe so.

You've not seen a man, have you?

A city man? A man of law?

- His name is Wrayburn.
- Wrayburn.

Oh, I'd know him if I saw him.

You are acquainted with this man?

I am indeed.

Along with that Lightwood fellow.

When I was cheated at
the time of Hexam's death.

You are Riderhood.

What's it to you?

This river's drowned me once.
I mean to get the better of it.

I'm thinking of taking a job upriver,

more respectable.

What do you think?

You know Hexam's daughter?

None better.

Have you seen her?

Not since the day of Gaffer's death.

And him.

Wrayburn. Did you... Did
you ever see them together?

Certainly I have.

And did he make a show
of being kind to her?

Oh, yeah. That was very definite.

Suppose I was to offer
you five shillings?

Well, I'd take it.

What's this for?

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

Look, do you know where she is?

No, I don't.

If you have any intelligence
of her, or of him,

would you be willing to part with it?

Look, you can trust me.

I'm a schoolteacher.

- I don't know where to find you.
- I know where to find YOU.

The five shillings, I don't know
what I want for it, remember?

No, I don't know...

If anything.

So, Miss Wren, can I persuade
you to dress me up a doll?

No. If you want one, go
and buy one at the shop!

So my poor little
goddaughter in Hertfordshire

will not profit from my private acquaintance
with the superior dolls' dressmaker.

Here...little Jenny. Jenny...

Please give me five
shillings for your old man.

Oh, you disgraceful thing!

Pay five shillings for you. Indeed!

Do you know how long it takes
me to earn five shillings?

Don't carry on like that,

or I'll give the dustman five shillings
to carry you off in his dust cart!

He's enough to break his
mother's heart, is this boy.

A muddling and a swipey old child.

Don't! Don't!

- Don't!
- I can't bear to look at you!

Go and get my bonnet and
coat. Make yourself useful!

Now, I'm off to the Italian
opera to sketch the ladies,

and I'll see you gone, Mr. Wrayburn.

Let me tell you once and for all.

It's no use you should
pay me these visits.

You won't get what you want from me.

So obstinate for a doll's
dress for my goddaughter?

You don't want a dress.
You want an address.

Get back to your corner this minute!

- I'll see you out, Mr. Wrayburn.
- No, no, please.

You bad old boy! Get back to
your corner, you useless old thing!

Thou knowest, Lord, the
secrets of our hearts.

Shut not Thy merciful
ears to our prayer,

but spare us, Lord most
holy, God most mighty.

O holy and merciful Saviour,
Thou most worthy judge eternal,

suffer us not at our last hour for
any pains of death, to fall from Thee.

I've took it into my head

that I sometimes could have turned

the mangle a little harder for her,

and it cuts me deep to think of it now.

We all feel we could
have done a little better.

Not her!

She went through every
duty she had to do.

Oh, Mrs. Higden,

you was a woman and a mother and
a mangler in a million million...

God will understand, my son.

It's not a poor grave with
that good fellow beside it.

I have to get back to work now,

but I can meet you later if
you could stay a few hours.

You think well of her, Mr. Rokesmith?

I think highly of her.

I'm so glad of that.

There is something refined
in her beauty, is there not?

She is very striking.

Yet there is a shade
of sadness upon her.

I'm not setting up my own opinion here.

Mr. Rokesmith...

I'm asking your opinion.

I noticed that sadness.

I hope it may not be as a result of
the false accusation against her father.

Mr. Rokesmith!

Please don't be so hard on me.

Don't be so stern.

I wish to talk to you on equal terms.

I was forcing myself to be constrained
as required by our agreement.

But there.

It's gone.

Thank you.

In her letter to Mrs. Boffin,
Lizzie stated her name and residence

must be kept strictly secret.

I was hoping you might be
able to try and find out why.

Of course.

I'd be glad to help if I can.

Mr. Rokesmith, it seems so long since
we've spoken to each other naturally,

I'm embarrassed to
bring up another subject.

It's Mr. Boffin.

You know that I'm not
only grateful to him, but

I have a true respect for him.

Unquestionably.

And that you are his
favourite companion.

That makes it difficult.

Mr. Rokesmith, do you
think he treats you well?

- You see how he treats me.
- Yes, I see it clearly.

You see, I've been watching
Mr. Boffin these past few weeks.

You? Watching?

Surely not!

I have to admit I've been watching him.

And though, at my first meeting with
Mr. Boffin, I found him gruff and dark

and somewhat dirty,
I'm ashamed to confess,

I've grown to find him kindly
and unspoilt by his good fortune.

Now...

Now?

Now I have to admit, reluctantly,

that fortune is spoiling Mr. Boffin.

And I've seen the way he
treats you and it gives me pain,

because I cannot bear it to be
thought that I approve of it.

Miss Wilfer, if you could
know with what delight

I see that fortune is not spoiling you.

This treatment...

Well, I sometimes think that it must
lower you in your own estimation.

I have very strong reason for bearing
with the drawbacks of my current position.

Well, I sometimes think you...

..repress yourself.

You force yourself to act passively.

You're right.

I force myself to act
a certain part to...

appear to be something else
to those who might be watching.

But I have a settled purpose.

And a good one, I hope.

And a good one, I hope.

It's new to me to be visited
by a lady so near my own age,

and one so pretty as you.

It's a pleasure for me to look at you.

You were asking whether the accusations
against my father in the John Harmon murder

had anything to do with my wish
to remain quite secret here.

No.

You live much alone.

I spent many hours alone
even when my father was alive.

I have a brother, but
he's not friendly with me.

I wish you could make
a friend of me, Lizzie.

I have no more character
than a canary bird, but...

but I know I'm trustworthy.

So, tell me.

Why do you live like this?

- You must have many lovers.
- Me? No, not one.

Not one?

Well, perhaps one. I did have one.

Perhaps half of one.

There is a certain man,

a passionate and angry man,

who says he loves me, and
I must believe does love me.

He's a friend of my brother.

Are you hiding here because
you are afraid of him?

I'm not timid generally,
but I'm always afraid of him.

Afraid to read the newspaper
or hear of events in London

in case he's done some violence.

But you're not afraid
of him for yourself?

Then, you must excuse me but...

... it must be that there is someone else?

His words are always in my ears,

and the blow he struck when he
said them is always in my mind.

"I hope I may never kill him."

Kill him!

Is this man so jealous?

Of another, of a gentleman.
I hardly know how to tell you.

Of a gentleman so far
above me and my way of life.

He has shown an interest in
me since my father's death.

Does he love you?

Does he admire you?

- Is it through his influence you're here?
- No. He must not know where to find me!

I see. Of course I see.

I live here peacefully
and among friends.

And I hope you may
forget both these men,

the violent one and the
one not worthy of you.

Oh, no, I do not want
to forget about him.

But wouldn't it be better
not to live in hiding?

Where's the gain, my dear?

Does a woman's heart
seek to gain anything?

If I were to forget
him, I should lose...

... lose my belief that if I had
been his equal and he had loved me,

then I would have tried with everything
I have to make him better and happier.

I should lose the value I put upon the little
learning I have, which is all owing to him.

I have no more dreamt of the possibility
of my being his wife than he ever has.

And yet I love him.

I love him so much and so dearly.

When I think my life may be weary,

I am proud of it and glad of
it to suffer something for him.

I may never see him again.

His eyes may never
look at me again but...

... I would not have the
light of them taken out

of my life for anything
my life can give me.

There. I've told you everything.

I didn't mean to but...

... I don't believe anyone could refuse you any
confidence if you were of a mind to ask for it.

I only wish I deserved it more.

We will meet the train
if we walk swiftly.

You look rather serious, Miss Wilfer.

I feel rather serious.

Would you believe, Mr.
Rokesmith, I feel that...

..that I've passed whole years today.

- You are overtired.
- No. I'm not at all tired.

I feel that much has
happened to myself, you know?

For the good, I hope?

You're cold. You're trembling.

What a beautiful sky.

What a glorious evening!

My dear Mortimer, you are the
express picture of contented industry,

reposing after the virtues of the day.

And you, my dear Eugene, are the
express picture of discontented idleness.

Where have you been?

I've been about town.

And now I am about consulting
my eminently respected solicitor

about the state of my affairs.

Your highly intelligent
and respected solicitor

is of the opinion that your
affairs are in a bad way, Eugene.

How could they be other when you spend
your entire day wandering the streets

in search of...?

But you can say, at
least, that I don't gamble

or party or speculate...

or invest.

Or any other greedy activity that
may eat up my non-existent income.

Eugene.

You know you do not really care for her.

I don't know that.

I must ask you not to say that,

as if we both took it for granted.

But if you do care for her,

you should leave her alone.

I don't know that, either.

But, tell me,

did you ever see me take so
much trouble about anything?

My dear Eugene, I wish I had.

If my taking so much trouble to recover
her does not mean I cared for her,

what does it mean?

You must consider the consequences.

You know I am incapable of that.

I'm on duty tonight.

Now, this interesting gentleman is
the son of an acquaintance of mine.

My dear Mortimer, may
I present Mr. Dolls?

I believe Mr. Dolls endeavours
to make a communication to me,

but it may be necessary to wind him up
before any sense may be got out of him.

Brandy, Mr. Dolls?

Three penn'orth of rum.

Mr. Dolls' nerves are
considerably unstrung.

And I think it, on the whole,
expedient to fumigate Mr. Dolls.

Bless my soul, Eugene.

What a mad fellow you are!

Why is this creature here?

- Mr. Wrayburn. This Mr. Wrayburn?
- Of course it is. What do you want?

Three penn'orth of rum.

Would you do me the
favour, my dear Mortimer?

Wind him up. I'm occupied.

You want directions, don't you?

- You want to know where she is.
- I do.

- I'm your man.
- Have you got the address?

- Three penn'orth of rum.
- Wind him up, Mortimer.

- Wind him up.
- Eugene...

Eugene, you cannot stoop to this.

I said I would find her
by any means, fair or foul.

These are foul, I will take
them. Can you get the direction?

If that's why you've come,
tell me what you want!

- Ten shillings, three penn'orth of rum.
- You shall have it.

15 shillings, three penn'orth of rum?

She treats me as a mere child, sir.

I'm not!

Letters pass betwixt. Postman's letters.

Easy to get direction.

Get it. Bring it to me.

And you shall have all the three
penn'orths of rum you can drink.

Drink yourself to death, for all I care.

It seems to me that you have had no
money at all since we've been married.

What seems to you to be the
case may possibly be the case.

In any case, we're soon to be bankrupt
if we do nothing about the case.

We find ourselves in a
corner. What do we do?

- There's nothing to sell?
- Nothing.

So we must borrow.

Then I suppose it is natural
to think, in an emergency,

of the richest people we know,

and the simplest.

The Boffins?

They are too well guarded.

Supposing...

... if we could be of
inestimable service to Mr. Boffin.

He has grown very
suspicious of late, remember?

And simultaneously rid
him of his secretary.

Think about it this way. I give
our Mr. Dolls useful employment,

keep him off the streets,
pay him exorbitantly...

You can make almost anything
amusing, Eugene, but not this.

Yes, I am rather ashamed of it
myself, so let's change the subject.

It's so deplorably underhand of you,

so unworthy, setting
up this pathetic spy!

Ah. Now you have
suggested a new subject.

Isn't it amusing

I never can go out after dark
but I find myself attended...

always by one spy, sometimes by two?

Are you sure?

Eugene, have you some
debt I don't know about?

Observe the legal mind! Respected
solicitor, it's not that.

The schoolmaster's abroad.

- The schoolmaster?
- Yes.

Sometimes the schoolmaster
and the pupil are both abroad.

Don't you believe me?

A fine night for the chase. Which
way for the scent? East or west?

East.

Now, when we get to
St. Paul's churchyard,

we shall loiter heartfully,
and I shall point out our prey.

Get your wind, for we'll be
crossing the city tonight!

Eugene, how long has this been going on?

Oh, ever since a
certain person went off.

Watch him, Mortimer. Watch him.

See how I reduce him.

I lead him.

I grind him. I expose
him as a figure of fun.

Thank you, sir.

This is what happens, night after night.

I tempt him all over the city.

One night westward, another north.

Sometimes walking, sometimes riding.

I plan my routes during the
day and execute them at night.

I pass him by and refuse to
even acknowledge his existence.

As you see, he's undergoing
grinding torments.

I goad him into madness.

Eugene...

- Don't you think you're...?
- Mortimer, listen. Listen.

Lizzie's gone. She's gone!

And these night chases
are my only solace.

They give me an expressful pleasure.

What's the matter, Mortimer?

Nothing.

What the devil are you
doing sleepwalking, then?

I'm horribly awake.

Eugene, I cannot lose
sight of that fellow's face.

Which fellow?

Mr. Boffin?

Oh, good morning, Mrs
Lammle. I hope you are well.

Not so well, dear Mr. Boffin.
I'm uneasy and anxious.

I've been waiting for you for some time.

May I speak with you?

Of course.

Join me in my home where I
can offer you refreshments.

I'd rather not, Mr. Boffin. The
matter I have to speak to you of is...

It's very delicate.

- Do you think this strange?
- No, madam, of course not.

It is difficult to speak but...

it is my duty.

Would you mind stepping
into the carriage?

Damn!

Now! We are all here.

Come in, Bella, my dear.

Do not be alarmed, Bella, my dear.

We are here to see you righted.

See me righted? Sir?

Now, sir.

Consider this young lady.

I do so.

How dare you tamper
with this young lady?!

How dare you come out of your station

to pester this young lady
with your impudent proposals?

This lady was far above you.

This young woman was looking
about the market for a good bid!

She wasn't about to be snapped up by
fellows that had no money to buy with.

- Mrs. Boffin?
- My dear, I can't let...

Old lady, you hold your tongue!

Now, Bella, don't you be put out.

- I'll right you.
- But you don't.

You don't right me, you wrong me!

This lady did herself tell you
of your presumption, did she not?!

- Did I, Mr. Rokesmith? Did I?
- Do not be distressed, Miss Wilfer.

But I've asked him to forgive me since
and would again now if it would spare him!

Old lady, stop that noise!

Now, what have you got
to say for yourself?

My interest in Miss Wilfer
began the moment I saw her,

even before.

This is a longer scheme than I thought.

He gets to know about me and my property

and about Bella and the part she
played in poor John Harmon's story,

and he says to himself,

"I'll get in with Boffin and my
ship will come well and truly in."

But he didn't know who he was
dealing with, did he, Bella, my dear?

He thought to squeeze money out of us.

And he's DONE for himself instead!

I have borne my position here that I
might not be separated from Miss Wilfer.

And since she rejected me, I have not
urged my suit with one syllable or look.

But my devotion to her has not changed,

except that now it is
deeper and better founded.

My feeling for Miss Wilfer
is not one to be ashamed of.

I love her.

And when I leave her and this
house, I go into a blank life.

Let me assist you to that blank life!

I dare say you can stoop to pick it up

after what you've stooped to here!

I have stooped for nothing but this!

And it is mine, for I have earned
it by the hardest of labours!

You're a pretty quick packer, I hope.

You shall have no fear of my lingering.

One thing before you go!

You pretend to have a mighty
affection for this young lady,

but what is due to this young lady
is money and she knows that very well!

Why, for you to say to this young
lady that she should consider you!

Why, I say it is as if, "Miaow,"
says the cat, "Quack," says the duck,

"BOW WOW WOW," says the dog! GRRR!

This young lady only wants
money, and that's the end of it!

- You slander the young lady!
- You slander her!

It's money she makes a bid
for. Money, money, money!

Mrs. Boffin, for your delicate and
unwavering kindness, I thank you.

Miss Wilfer, goodbye.

Oh, God, make me poor again!

Someone, I beg, or my heart will break!

Don't give me money, Mr
Boffin. I don't want money!

- Oh, God help me!
- There, there, my dear.

You're righted now, so it's all right.

- I hate you!
- Hello?

I've heard you with shame
for myself and for you.

I am afraid that you
have become a monster!

Mr. Rokesmith,

I'm deeply sorry for the reproaches
you've borne on my account.

I earnestly and truly beg your pardon.

The only fault you should admit
to is that you laid yourself open

to be slighted by a worldly,
shallow girl whose head was turned...

and was quite unable to
rise to what you offered.

Oh, Mrs. Boffin!

Oh, there, there, there.

- You vicious old thing!
- Don't be rash. Think well what you do.

- Yes, you think well of it.
- Your money has turned you to marble.

You are a hard-hearted miser, wholly
undeserving the man you have just lost.

What? You'd set Rokesmith against me?

He is worth a million of you!

Ah, yes, I'm sure. Now,
listen, I'm not angry...

- No! I must go home for good!
- �No!

Now, don't do what you can't undo.

Stay where you are, and all's well.

Go away, and you can never come back.

If you leave us like this, you can't
expect me to settle any money on you.

Be careful, Bella.
Not one brass farthing!

Of course you may have
your own room back, my dear.

I'm sure your sister will make way.

My dear girl!

My gallant, courageous

and noble Bella.

You are my love.

I suppose I am, if you
think me worth taking.

Mr. Wrayburn, sir?

15 shillings.

Should you need any
further assistance...?

To lose the ward and the
secretary in one afternoon,

that is extremely
imprudent of Mr. Boffin.

What is worse,

Miss Bella Wilfer and the Rokesmith
fellow have run off together!

Oh, really, Mortimer, when
you know the man needs counsel!

I hardly see how I can be to blame.

When two people are
inclined to run off together,

a lawyer is the last
person to prevent it.

I said no good would come of
settling so much money on a dustman.

How will he protect himself
from the jackals now?

The man is a mere novice
in the ways of the world.

So...

have you found anything?

Do not attempt to
conceal anything from me.

Well, man and brother
and partner in feelings,

equally with undertakings and actions,

I have found a cash
box on the dust heap.

On the outside was a
parchment label saying,

"My will, John Harmon,
temporarily deposited here."

We must know its contents.

That was my feeling exactly, comrade,

so I broke the box open.

- Without coming to see me first?
- Exactly so.

I was bent on surprising
you, sir, before

we were surprised by that rogue Boffin.

I examined the document,

regularly executed,
regularly witnessed. In short,

he, John Harmon, leaves to
Nicodemus Boffin the little mound...

which is quite enough for him.

and he leaves the whole rest

and residue of his
property to the Crown!

The date of the will must be proved.

It may be later than the
one generally accepted.

Exactly my thinking,
comrade. I paid a shilling,

mind, I did not ask you for
sixpence, to look up that will.

It is dated months after
the generally accepted one.

I would have thought you would
have consulted your partner earlier

as to a course of action.

But, sir, think of the surprise!

Let's see this document, at last.

Am I correct in its content, partner?

Partner, you are.

We'll extract a hefty payment
from Boffin to keep this secret.

What if he's honest?

And gives up all, according
to what is written legally?

Him? Prove honest? He's grown
too fond of money for that.

The question is,

who is going to take care of this will?

- Do you know who is going to take care of it?
- I am.

Oh, dear, no. That's a mistake. I am.

Now, I don't want to
have any words with you,

and still less do I want to have
any anatomical pursuits with you.

What do you mean?

What I mean is I'm on my own ground.

And I'm surrounded by
the trophies of my art,

and my tools is very handy.

I presume, having had
the advantage of time,

you have formed a view
of how we should proceed?

Yes, comrade. I propose that we wait

while Boffin clears the mounds

to see if we can profit equally.

And then we can use this to make him pay

in money and in humiliation.

Lock ho!

Mr. Eugene Wrayburn. T'other governor.

What exercises you on the river today?

Oh, it's you, is it?

Honest friend.

Yes, I'm the keeper here.

No thanks to you for
it or Lawyer Lightwood.

We shall save our recommendation
for the next candidate,

the one who offers himself when
you are transported or hanged.

Don't be long about
disappointing him, will you?

Oyez!

Lock ho!

Mr. Schoolteacher, if I'm not mistaken.

Lock ho!

Well, bless me, t'otherest, if
you haven't taken to imitating me.

Never thought myself
so good-looking before.

These are my holidays.

Your working days must be stiff
'uns if these is your holidays.

Don't worry. He takes it easy, that one.

But you know you could
have out-walked him.

Would you say I'm following him?

I know you're following him.

Yes, well, I am.

- He may land...
- Be easy.

He'll leave his boat behind
as a marker, won't he?

He can't carry it ashore under his arm.

- What did he say to you?
- Cheek. Spite.

- Affronts. Said I'd be better hanged.
- Damn him!

Let him get ready for his
fate when that comes about.

Oh, then, I make out, t'otherest,
that he is going to see her.

He left London yesterday.

I have little doubt
he's going to see her.

- You're that sure?
- As sure as if it were written here!

But you have been disappointed
before. It has told upon you.

I have followed him day and night
now, through the summer holidays.

And I won't leave him until
I've seen him with her.

And then?

I'll come back to you.

Now I...I must go.

Though he'd have to make himself
invisible before he could shake me off.

You'll put up at the
lock on your way back?

Now, why did you copy
my clothes, schoolmaster?

What is your plan?

Now...

If I see him in a similar,

I'll know it's not by accident.

He's put up for the night.

He goes on early in the morning.

I'm back for a few hours.

- You need them.
- I don't want them.

But if he won't lead, I can't follow.

This would be a bad pit for a man to be

flung into with his hands tied.

The gates would suck him down afore
he'd have a chance of climbing out.

Yet you run about over
six inches of rotten wood.

No wonder you don't fear being drowned.

I used to, but I can't be drowned now.

- You can't be drowned?
- Nah. It's well known.

I've been brought back out of
drowning, and I can't be drowned again.

You should better come
along and take your rest.

Honest, he's grown too
fond of money for that.

What wouldn't you give me for my box?

Look out for a fall, my lady dustwoman.

I'm gonna have your Boffin.
I'm gonna turn him upside down

and grind him...down.

Hello, Lizzie.

What a pleasant surprise.

I was out for a day on the river. Actually,
I was on business and who should I find?

Mr. Wrayburn, you must
leave this place instantly.

I will.

If you will grant me an
interview, a private interview.

Then I will leave. I promise.

I give you my word.

You've seen him?

- With her?
- I have.

Where?

Upstream.

His journey's end.

I saw him wait for her and meet her!

What did you do?

Nothing.

What are you going to do?

I don't know how this happens.

I can't keep it back.

I taste, I smell it, I see
it and then it chokes me.

You're like a ghost.

You asked me...

what I would do.

I don't know!

What can a man do in this state?!

Here.

Sleep now.

Sleep.

Smooth and round.

And when you wake, you'll
know what you have to do.

Yes, you're stupid enough, I suppose.

But if you're clever enough
to get through life tolerably,

then you have the better of me.

I was saying to myself
you were sure to come,

even though late
- as you always keep your word.

I had to linger through
the village, Mr. Wrayburn.

Are the villagers such scandalmongers?

Will you walk beside
me and not touch me?

I'll try.

Lizzie, don't be unhappy.
Don't be reproachful.

Mr. Wrayburn, you must leave this place.

Lizzie, you know I can't go away.

- Why not?
- Because you won't let me.

I don't mean you design to keep
me here, but you do it. You do.

Mr. Wrayburn,

will you listen to me while
I speak to you very seriously?

When you said you were much
surprised to see me, was it true?

It was not in the least
true. I came here to find you.

Can you imagine why I
left London, Mr. Wrayburn?

I'm afraid you left to get rid of me.

Not very flattering,
but I'm afraid you did.

I did.

How could you be so cruel?

Is there no cruelty
in your being here now?

Don't be distressed.

What else am I to be?
You put me to shame!

Oh, Lizzie...

I never thought there was a woman in
the world who could affect me so much.

You don't know how you
haunt me, you bewilder me.

You don't know how the carelessness that
helps me at every other stage of my life

cannot help me now.
You've struck it dead!

Sometimes I wish you'd
struck ME dead with it.

But you must think of what you're doing.

What am I to think of?

Think of me!

Tell me how NOT to think of you
and you'll change me altogether.

Think of me as belonging
to another world from you.

I have no protector, except in yourself.

Respect my good name.

If you have feeling for me
as if I were a lady, then

give me the full respect of a lady.

I'm a working girl.

If you were a true gentleman...

Have I injured you so much?

If you don't leave me alone,
consider what you'll drive me to.

What shall I drive you to?

I live here peacefully and
respected and well employed.

You'll force me to leave
here as I left London, and

by following me you'll force me onwards.

Are you so determined
to run away from me?

Answer me this.

If we had been

on equal terms, would you make me leave?

I don't know.

Please let me go.

I swear, you will go directly. I
will not follow you, but answer me.

Would you still have hated me?

You know me better than that.

How can I think of you
as being on equal terms?

That first night I met you,

when you looked at me so attentively,

I had to draw away.

Having so looked up to you and
wondered at you since that night,

and at first thought you to be so
good as to be at all mindful of me...

At first "so good"?
But now "so bad"?

Still so good. So good!

If you do feel for me the way
you have said this evening, then

there's nothing for us in
this life but separation.

Heaven help you, and Heaven bless you!

I promised I'd not follow you but...

shall I keep you in view, at least?

It grows dark.

I am...used to being alone at this hour.

Please do not.

I promise.

Lizzie, I can promise you
no more tonight except...

I will try to do as you wish.

You will spare yourself and me if
you leave this place tomorrow morning.

I will...

... try.

Oh, Mortimer...

Who could believe this
ridiculous position?

And yet...

I've gained a wonderful power over her.

She loves me.

She is so earnest, she will
be earnest in that passion.

We must both follow our natures.

And we must both pay for them.

Now, suppose I married her...?

Impossible.

And yet I should like to meet the fellow
who could tell me I do not love her

for her true beauty and warmth,

and that, in spite of myself,
I'd not be true to her.

I can hear you, Mortimer,

your sorrowful "Eugene,
Eugene, this is a bad business!"

Yet I'd like to hear any
fellow say a word against her.

Yet she begs me to go away.

I'll not go away.

I will try her again.

She will not resist me.

"Eugene, Eugene, this
is a bad business!"

Hello there, friend. Are you blind?

Out of the question to leave her.
Out of the question to marry her.

Oh, Mortimer, we've
reached the crisis...

Father. Father, help me now.
Father, help me make amends.

Help me restore this poor soul
to someone who holds him dear!