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(Theme music playing)

(Seagulls cawing)

(Object clattering)

(Keys jangling)

(Clattering continues)

Well well well!

Mr. Perch, you wouldn't injure a cove in cold blood, would you?

Wouldn't I just? (Grunts)

Oh!

Hey, you leave off! That hurts!

Out of a place now, ain't we, my bonny boy?

I wonder your precious Mr. Carker didn't take you with him.

Now then, boy... (Pants, sniffles)

What are you up to, you miserable dog?

I won't answer you nothing.

Fetching these for Mr. Carker, was ya?

Where is he, boy?

Are you deaf or dumb? I said where is he?

(Screams) I'd rather shoot meself.

So you do know where he is.

I am extremely anxious, Dombey,

that you should hear me express my very profound regret

that your wife should have so far forgotten what is due to the world

as to conduct herself in such a very extraordinary manner.

I have been in a devilish state of depression ever since I heard it.

I am obliged to you, Major.

A shot should be taken at that man Carker.

Remember you have J.B. at your side.

I shall put myself into your hands when the time comes.

Where is the fellow, Dombey?

I don't know.

- Any intelligence of him? - Only that they are still in town.

The information may turn out to be valueless.

Upstart woman.

I thank you, Major, for this mark of your friendship,

but desire that the conversation should be on any other subject.

Damme, sir, Joseph Bagstock

is a bad hand at a counterfeit.

If you want to hold your friends off, Dombey,

and give them the cold shoulder,

then J.B. is not the man for your purpose.

Joe is rough and tough, sir.

Blunt, sir, is Joey B.

I have much to attend to, Major.

Is it possible, Dombey, that what I hear is true?

That your unfortunate daughter Florence

has also left you?

Enough, Major!

Not another word of this.

Might I have a word with you, sir?

(Silent)

Dombey: Are you telling me, man, you know where my wife is?

- Where Mr. Carker is, sir. - One and the same. What do you know?

I had to screw and twist it from him, sir.

The boy thinks that Mr. Carker

is due to leave the hotel today, sir, on his way to France.

- France? My carriage, Towlinson. - Sir.

(Ship engines churning)

(Foghorn blows)

Within 30 minutes we shall be in calais.

You'll see, my love,

France will be the idlest and easiest retreat in the world.

(Chuckles) What's this, repentance?

I shall never repent for having revenged myself on that man.

I have never seen you look so handsome

as you do tonight.

There is only one thing I regret.

If she has not rejected me completely,

one day I swear I shall ask her forgiveness.

If you speak of Florence Dombey, my dear,

your elopement has set a black Gulf between you forever.

I shall write it down--

the truth.

- I shall send it to her. - Edith.

- (Laughing) - (Foghorn blows)

Come no nearer to me.

You think to frighten me with this trick of virtue?

- You mistake me for your husband, perhaps? - This is no love trinket.

Come come come, Edith. To your husband, poor wretch,

- this behavior was well enough. - And no less to you.

If I have no other reason for despising him,

it is enough that he chose you as his counselor and favorite.

- And this is the reason that you have run away with me? - Yes.

And why we are face-to-face for the last time.

(Gasps)

Do you really think I'll let you go now?

God have mercy on you if you don't.

- Edith. - Look to yourself.

- You have been betrayed. - What do you mean?

I saw my husband in Dover.

(Knife clatters)

- (Train whistle blows) - (Man whistling)

(People chattering)

(Train approaching)

(Carker screams)

(Brakes screech)

(Women screaming)

(Sizzling)

Good morning, Captain.

What cheer, bright diamond? Have you slept?

- Very long. - Ah.

Breakfast is ready, my lass.

(Sighs, grunts)

- (Laughs) Dear Captain Cuttle. - There.

All for you.

If you can hail Ned Cuttle

with a finger, you do it.

You are such a kind and gentle protector, Captain,

but I cannot take refuge here forever.

Why? You're as safe here

as if you was on the top of St. Paul's cathedral

with the ladder cast off.

I would trust you with my heart,

but for your sake I ought not to be here alone.

I think I should exert myself to find someone-- a woman.

I know a good soul what sits under an umbrella

in leadenhall market, selling poultry.

She might come in.

But whatever course you take, my pretty,

will be plain and seaman-like to me.

I would like to try and find Susan Nipper and bring her here.

- Ah. - I know you're the last man in the world

who ought to be troubled with the responsibility

of looking after a homeless, wandering fugitive,

but I would like to have Susan with me here.

Oh, I'll not be took aback, my lass.

I think I should ask Mr. Toots.

If anyone knows where Susan is, it'll be Mr. Toots.

Mr. Toots. (Laughing)

He'll know, sure enough.

- I shall write to him today. - (Chuckles)

Louisa: And how is my brother today, Mrs. Pipchin?

Pipchin: I don't know any more than the deuce, same as yesterday.

(Bell tolling)

- Dr. Peps? - Sir.

- Is Dombey ill? - He may be dead for all I know.

His housekeeper called for me.

Apparently he has touched no food for days.

- I know. You haven't seen him? - No. Have you?

No one sees him,

but Mrs. Chick insists on calling every day.

- (Knocks) - Louisa: Paul?

Paul!

He never does me the honor to speak to me.

Good gracious me.

How long is this going to last?

If he won't make an effort, what is to become of him?

People have had misfortunes before.

It ain't so wonderful a case.

My brother is a very peculiar man.

(Sighs) I cannot understand

how his affairs could ever have got into this state.

Paul!

Paul, it's Louisa.

It's no use, him remaining locked in there.

What's to be the end of it?

I know what's to be the end of it, as far as I am concerned.

I'm taking myself back to Brighton in a jiffy.

- In a which? - In a jiffy.

Ah, really? Well, I can't say I blame you, Mrs. Pipchin.

It would be all the same to me, if you could.

- Oh, Dr. Peps! - My dear madam.

Mrs. Pipchin asked the doctor to call in, my dear, to see Paul.

- And have you seen him? - I fear not.

And no one has seen him?

When this crisis rendered it necessary for him to go to the office,

he came out for the occasion,

and then came straight home again and shut himself away.

Crisis? The elopement, you mean?

No no no no no.

No, of his business affairs.

- Mr. Chick, I forbid you to-- - 'tis no use, Louisa.

I mean, the whole world will know soon enough.

You see, doctor,

Dombey's name is to be published

- in the list of bankrupts. - What?

Have you no shame?

(Gasps)

Yes...

The elopement and this terrible reverse are not unconnected.

It seems that that scoundrel Carker

not only abused his trust

by speculating to advantage for himself,

but led the firm on to prodigious ventures

which have resulted in enormous losses.

By the lord, sir, I had money invested in that house.

- Then you have lost it, sir. - This is monstrous.

What does Dombey have to say?

Very little.

Many a man in his position, doctor,

would have saved himself,

but he is resolved on payment to the last farthing of his means.

And is there no possibility of a resumption in the business?

None at all.

The house of Dombey & Son

is at an end.

Um...

If I could have the pleasure of a word with you, Captain Cuttle.

I want you to know that I've never changed my sentiments towards Miss Dombey.

Steady, lad.

What sentiments?

She's the same bright vision to me now as she was when I first set eyes on her

all those years ago in Brighton.

I was what you may call a blighted flower.

But lord bless Susan Nipper.

She was as entirely conscious of the state of my feelings

as I was myself.

- Eh? - There was nothing I could tell her.

She knows there's nobody in the world I look up to as I do to Miss Dombey.

She knows there's nothing on earth I wouldn't do for her.

She knows I consider Miss Dombey the most beautiful,

the most...

Angelic of her sex.

"Bless you, Mr. Toots," she says.

"You're right. I think so too."

And so do I, lad.

And so do I.

What an observant woman Susan Nipper is, Captain Cuttle.

- Oh. - What remarks she makes.

Mm-hmm.

Captain Cuttle has been so kind to me, Susan.

I'll never leave you again, Miss Floy.

I'm so grateful to Mr. Toots.

I never did see such a creature as that Toots in all my born days.

He's so comic, Miss Floy.

The way he was going on with me in the coach.

Mr. Toots: Susan, my dear, pray do not exert yourself.

(Laughs) Lord, Mr. Toots, we're only talking.

- (Carriages rolling by) - ( People chattering in street)

(Sighs) How are the mighty fallen, eh, Mr. Towlinson?

Hmph. Pride must have a fall.

Whatever happens, Mr. Perch,

I'll stand by him, and so will cook.

We've been in this house through funerals,

weddings, and running-aways,

and we ain't shifting now.

And if the worse should come to the worst, Mr. Towlinson,

if the wages shouldn't be paid--

settle in Oxford market, Mr. Perch,

and open a general green grocery.

What'll he do?

Move into one of them genteel almshouses, I reckon,

and raise sweet peas.

Hurry up there, lads. Come along.

How much was it, Mr. Perch?

I heard it were 100,000 he lost.

Don't think meself that will nearly cover it, Mr. Towlinson.

I don't know, I'm sure.

Dombey... broke.

Any minute now I expect to hear

the bank of England's going to break,

or the... or the jewels in the tower have been sold up.

Do you think he knew it was going to happen?

Nah. Take me oath on it.

Now careful as you go through the doors there.

Why, it's Miss Tox. (Chuckles)

- How are you, miss? - I'm well, thank you, Towlinson.

- Is there no one in but you? - Not a soul, miss,

except Mr. Perch and the master, of course.

How is your master, Towlinson?

Bless you, miss, I don't know. He's not been seen this many a day.

- He never leaves his room. - But is he ill?

Not that I know of, miss,

except in his mind.

He must be very bad there, poor gentleman.

- Thank you, Towlinson. - Yes, miss.

Mr. Perch?

Oh, how could she have left him?

Such a noble figure of a man.

Yes, lad?

My master wants an azimuth mirror.

- A which? - An azimuth mirror.

Will you take a observation around this shop?

I have done.

- Do you see what you want? - No, I don't.

- Do you know it when you do see it? - No, I don't.

No more don't I. I'll tell you what, lad,

you go back and ask him what it looks like.

(Chuckles)

That's no way to treat a customer.

No.

Yes.

Sol?

Ned.

S-Sol Gills...

...ahoy!

(Sobs, laughs)

- S-So-- - hello, Captain Cuttle.

Wal'r.

(Laughs) Well well, my old friend.

- Wal'r. - (Laughs) Many a long day.

Many a long day.

(Sobbing) Wal'r! Sol!

Cuttle: Sol Gills!

As chock-full o' science as ever he was.

(Laughs) Why did you never write, Ned?

- Where to? - Well, Barbados,

Jamaica, demerara?

Every time I wrote to you, I asked you to reply, but I never heard.

Sol Gills, I'm gone adrift and about.

I never had no letters.

Four times I wrote to you.

Not one of them letters was ever delivered to me, Sol.

- Then you don't even know yet how uncle found me? - No.

Well, when I wrote to you, I told you how I found

many ships' captains in those parts,

known me for years. (Chuckles)

They assisted me with a passage here and there.

And he was able to do a little for them in return.

In my own craft. (Chuckles)

Oh, everyone was very sorry for me,

seemed to take a sort of interest in my wanderings.

But I began to think it would be my fate

to cruise about in search of tidings of my boy till the day I died.

A scientific flying dutchman!

(Laughs)

No, I don't understand it. All those letters,

I addressed them all quite plainly-- number 9 brig place.

Number 9 brig place?

Yes, you know, Mrs. what's-her-name, your lodgings.

Well, I cut and run from there a year ago. I've been here ever since.

It's no good sending letters to number 9 brig place.

Oh. Well, then, we've much to tell you, eh, Wally?

But first, uncle, if you please...

Have you any news about Miss Dombey?

(Chuckles) She ain't in port, lad.

She's gone down to Brighton for the day with her friend.

And she don't know

that Walter's... still alive.

(Dog barking)

(Foghorn blowing)

Are you all right, Captain?

Oh... (Clears throat)

Sit down, my pretty.

Sit down. Ah, there.

Uh... (Chuckles)

You never was at sea, was you?

No, no. (Chuckles)

There's wonders in the deep, my beauty,

as well as perils and dangers.

Are you ill, Captain? Your face looks so changed.

I know a story, dearie,

about a ship that set sail

from the port of London one day,

with fair wind and fair weather outward-bound.

Shall I go on?

That ship met with such a deal of foul weather

out at sea as don't come once in 20 year.

Aboard that ship

there was a gallant lad

who loved, when he was a boy,

to read and write of brave actions in shipwrecks,

and he remembered of 'em in his hour of need.

That lad, along with the second mate

and one other seaman,

was left the only living creatures,

lashed to a fragment of the wreck.

Days and nights,

they drifted on them endless waters

until at last a ship bore down on 'em

and took aboard

two living and one dead.

Which one of them was dead?

Heavens be praised!

Walter.

I've always worn it round my neck,

and I shall wear it now until the day I die.

Steady, dearie.

Wal'r, here is

a piece of precious property

I should wish to make over.

I'm in a state of mind bordering on distraction.

What's this how-to-do, Susan? Who's this man?

It's him as was supposed to have perished at sea.

Good gracious. I wish him many happy returns.

I wish you many happy returns, sir.

Thank you.

You must have got very wet.

- (All laughing) - Susan: Oh, Mr. Toots.

Mr. Dombey?

Mr. Dombey?

(Knock at door)

Your supper, Mr. Dombey.

- (Chuckling) - Mmm!

Oh!

There.

- (Sighing) - Mmm!

Well, we always promised ourselves, Ned,

that one day we'd drink this to Walter, safe home.

(Chuckles)

But, if you don't object to an old man's whim,

- I'd like to devote this first glass... - Aha.

...to the truest of stewards

and kindest of men,

and if his name is not Edward Cuttle,

he has no name. Edward Cuttle.

All: Edward Cuttle.

Florence's voice: It's time to rest

my dear one.

Paul's voice: Papa, what's money?

Money isn't cruel, is it?

Florence's voice: Dear papa.

Mr. Dombey's voice: You have the whole house to yourself!

Paul: I think we must be...

Very near the sea, papa.

I hear the waves.

Floy,

how like mama you are.

Florence: Papa, may you be very very happy all your life.

(Knock at door)

- My dear! - Oh, Miss Tox!

Oh!

Oh, come in, come in!

And so, my dear, with the help of Richards,

I come each day and prepare little dainties

with various choice condiments,

generally see to things.

How long ago did Mrs. Pipchin leave?

Oh, weeks ago, my dear.

The most dreadful circumstances have been happening since you left.

You'll find your father much changed.

The poor dear soul is shattered in mind and body.

So... Dombey & Son

is a daughter, after all.

Florence?

Oh, please don't look so strangely on me, papa.

I never meant to leave you.

I was frightened when I went away.

I could not think.

But I know my duty better now, papa.

Oh, forgive me.

I can never be happy without your forgiveness.

(Whispers) Oh my God.

Forgive me...

For I need it very much.

Oh.

Oh! (Sobbing)

My dear dear child.

(Sobbing)

What have I done?

What have I done?

(Theme music playing)