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Steady! Whoa.

Whoa!

Whoa!

There you are, miss.

Whoa. Walk on. Walk on!

Silence in court!

Now we come, not for the first
time, to Jarndyce and Jarndyce.

Yes, Mr Tangle?

As we know, m'lud,
the problem with which we grapple,

in the case of Jarndyce and Jarndyce,

is that there are several wills
and fragments of wills,

- all of them different, all of them conflicting.
- Is there much more of this, Mr Tangle?

Afraid there is a variety of points...

I feel it my duty to submit.

Lordship.

Mr Brown low, you appear for Lady Dedlock
in this matter.

Do you have any matters of urgency?

No, m'lud.

Oh.

I see that Mr Tulkinghorn has graced us
with his presence this morning.

M'lud.

- Is it still raining, my love?
- Yes, my love.

Remarkable.

- And I am bored to death with it.
- Well.

Bored to death with this place,
bored to death with my life,

bored to death with myself.

- What was that, my love?
- Nothing... of consequence.

Mr Tulkinghorn will be coming soon.

Certain legal matters to discuss, he says.

Perhaps there's been a development
in Jarndyce and Jarndyce-

Nothing ever happens
with Jarndyce and Jarndyce.

No, well.

Now, somewhat to my surprise,

something stirs in Jarndyce-

It appears that the two young people,
the wards of court

who stand at the very centre
of these proceedings, are with us today.

My lord, you were to hear my case today!

- Gridley, my lord. Gridley.
- Silence in court!

I have a right to be heard, my lord.
I have waited long enough.

Quiet, sir, quiet. Keep it down.

An application has been made
for them to reside with their cousin.

- A Mr john Jarndyce.
- Will Your Lordship allow me?

The two young people are here, my lord.

And there is a third young person, my lord.

A third young person?
Not another ward in court?

No, m'lud. Engaged as companion to this young
lady and seeking Your Lordship's approval.

- Very well. Is she here, too?
- On her way, m'lud.

Miss Barbary, will you
tell me who am I exactly?

Who are you? You're nobody.

You're nothing.

You're worse than nothing. It would have
been far better if you'd never been born.

Why? Is it because of my mother?

Did she die because of me?

Your mother, Esther, is your disgrace,

and you were hers. You're
different from other children, Esther.

You are set apart.

Miss Esther Summerson?

My name is Guppy, miss,
of Kenge and Carboys.

Allow me, miss. There.

Here we are. Bring down Miss
Summerson's box and follow us, my man.

Now, will you take me arm, miss?

We don't want to lose you, do we, miss?

- Have a care there, sir.
- I do beg your pardon.

I, I beg your pardon. Are you all right?

- Quite all right, thank you.
- Then no harm done.

Good day to you.

Good day, sir.

Hello, Jo, how are you?

You know me, sir. I never vary.

I've nothing to give you now, Jo,
but I'll look out for you on my way back.

You're very good, sir.

All in order, Mr Nemo.

Very elegantly done, if I may say so.

There'll be another parcel of documents
to copy tomorrow, if you want it.

Jarndyce and Jarndyce
makes work for us all, eh?

Careful how you spend it, now.

What's it to you how I
spend it, Mr Snagsby?

Nothing at all, I'm sure, Mr Nemo.

Good day to you.

Here we are, Miss Summerson.

This is Mr Kenge's room.

- Take this armchair by the fire, if you will.
- Thank you.

Mr Kenge is in court now.

He left his compliments
and would you partake of some refreshments,

- and look over the paper, if you will.
- Thank you, Mr...

- Thank you, Mr Guppy.
- Not at all, miss, I'm sure.

You're going before the Chancellor, I hear.

A claimant in Jarndyce
and Jarndyce, I daresay?

I don't know. I don't think so.

- But Mr john Jarndyce...
- There, Mr john Jarndyce. You see?

He's right at the heart of the case,

and it is a very great
case, Miss Summerson.

The most famous case in Chancery.
Gone on for many years.

Some say it will never be settled,

and a great deal of money
depends on it, Miss Summerson.

Hundreds of thousands. Millions, some say.

I have heard of it, Mr Guppy,
but I, I don't understand it at all.

It's about a will, miss.
Or a number of them.

A long time ago,
a man named Jarndyce made a great fortune,

but he seems to have
made more than one will.

So, no one knows who should get the money
and it's been in dispute ever since.

There are lots of claimants and the claims
get passed down through the generations.

There's two young people,
appeared in court today,

and they are at the heart of it.

Like your Mr john Jarndyce.

They say one of them may get the lot,
but you never know.

You may have a claim yourself, Miss Summer
son, if Mr. Jarndyce has sent for you.

And, may I say, I wish you the very
best of good fortune, Miss Summerson.

Thank you, Mr Guppy.

You see there's a looking
glass there on the wall?

Yes?

In case you should want to look at yourself
after the journey,

as you're going before the Chancellor.

Not that it's requisite, I'm sure.

It's very much to the
contrary, if I may say so.

Oh, no. Oh.

Mortifying.

- Mortifying.
- It's only an ink stain, is it not, Mr Guppy?

That must be a regular hazard, I would
have thought, in your line of business.

Don't upset yourself, I beg you.

You're very kind, Miss Summerson.

Kinder than I could have...

Miss Summerson..?

Ah.

Mr Kenge.

Miss Summerson.
Shall we go before the Chancellor?

Mortifying.

Miss Clare? Miss Ada Clare?

Well, well.

You are a ward of court, Miss Clare.
Do you know what that means?

I'm not sure that I do, sir.

You and Mr Car stone, both being orphaned,

you have been placed
under the jurisdiction of the court.

As claimants in the case,

as direct descendents
of the original john Jarndyce,

of Bleak House in Hertfordshire,
now long deceased,

you may inherit a very great deal of money,

one or both of you,
when this case is settled.

In the meantime your cousin,
also called john Jarndyce,

also residing at Bleak House,
has undertaken to take care of you.

Are you willing to go to
Bleak House, Miss Clare?

- Yes, sir.
- It sounds dreary to me.

Not dreary at present, my lord.

- Mr Richard Car stone?
- Yes, my lord.

Do you think that you will be happy

under the roof
of Mr john Jarndyce of Bleak House?

- I'm sure I shall, my lord.
- Though you have never met him?

Hmm.

Mr john Jarndyce is
a man of good character, I suppose?

Of excellent character and high
standing in the community, my lord.

And he has the means
to look after these two young people?

No matter what the outcome of the case,
he is a man of considerable means.

Is he married?

He is not, my lord.

Hmm.

If I might remind Your Lordship,

Mr. Jarndyce provides a
suitable companion for Miss Clare.

- This is the young lady, Miss Summerson.
- I see.

Very well. I shall make the order.

Well, what a day this has been.

Only yesterday, on the old school bench
construing Latin verses,

today I'm Mr Richard
Car stone, heir to a fortune.

- So, where do we go next, Miss Summerson?
- Don't you know?

Not in the least.
We're like the babes in the wood.

- Have you known each other very long?
- Not very long.

We met each other half an hour
before we met you, Esther,

but we're the best of friends already.

I'm sure all three of us shall be.

Oh.

The wards in Jarndyce-
Very happy, I'm sure, to have the hon our.

It's a good omen for
youth and hope and beauty

to find themselves in this place
and not know what's to come of it.

I was a ward myself, you know.

Of course,
my case was nothing like so grand as yours,

but I expect a judgement shortly,
on the Day of Judgement.

Now don't be troublesome, Miss Flite,
there's a good soul.

Here's your cab.
You're to lodge with Mrs Jellyby tonight.

A good soul, and a great philanthropist.

- Guppy will take you.
- Yes, indeed.

Well, Miss Clare and Mr Car stone.
Miss Summerson.

UP We 90. All in?

- Off we go, driver.
- Walk on.

Clamb.

Fetch the Jarndyce documents.

Going down to Chesney Wold, sir?

Mmm.

A fine house, I understand, sir.

Very fine house, very great family.

A great privilege to serve
Sir Leicester Dedlock, Clamb.

And Lady Dedlock, sir.

A great beauty in her day, sir.

Mmm.

A beauty.

Not from a great family,
but a beauty, as you say.

That's the world.

- Fetch the papers, Clamb.
- Right you are, Mr Tulkinghorn.

- Mr Guppy, whatever's the matter?
- Oh, don't be frightened, miss.

One of the young Jellybys has been
and got his head through the area railings.

- The poor child.
- Oh, never fear.

I'll pull him out, Miss Summerson.

Move. Here...

No go. I'll try again.

Mr Guppy!

Mr Guppy. Would it not be better to push?

Where his head will go
perhaps the rest of him will follow.

Excellent thought, Miss Summerson.

Gently, don't be frightened. Wriggle
your shoulder a little bit sideways.

There, that's it.

There, we got him!

Ah, Miss Clare. Miss
Summerson. Mr Car stone.

Do, please, come inside.

This way, my dears.
You find me, as usual, very busy.

My Africa project employs my whole time.

We hope by this time next year
to have 200 families cultivating coffee

and educating the
natives of Borrioboola-Ghia.

Great work. Great work.

My husband, Mr Jellyby,
does not appear to be here.

But here is my eldest daughter, Caddy,
my amanuensis.

Do please sit while I,
where were we, Caddy?

I'm sure your thoughts have often
turned to Africa, Miss Summerson.

The finest climate in the world. Caddy?

"Mrs Jellyby presents her compliments
to Mrs Swallow..."

- Ma.
- Now what is it?

No, Peepy. Not on any
account. Mama is busy.

You, Mrs Swallow, I know,

share my deeply-held
conviction about Africa,

the essential Brotherhood of Humanity,

- and it is with this understanding...
- I can't keep up, Ma.

Go slower.

And...

it is with this understanding...

- May I come in for a minute?
- You've been working late.

No need to tell me that.
I wish Africa was dead.

Look at my fingers. It won't come off.

- She's very pretty.
- Yes, she is.

- She's an orphan, ain't she?
- Yes.

I wish I was an orphan.

Ma's a disgrace. I wish I was dead.
I wish we were all dead.

It would be a great deal better for us.
Don't tell me it wouldn't, because it would.

- Caddy, I'm sure...
- I'm so angry with Ma.

She makes such an ass of herself
over Africa and Pa does nothing at all.

Really, Caddy, I don't think
you should speak of your parents like that.

I know I'm a disgrace, Miss Summerson.

I wish I'd had you to
teach me better manners,

but I've got to make the
best of myself as I am.

You're shocked, I daresay.

Well, so am I.

I wish, well, never mind.

Good night.

Here we are, my beauties!

Hope.

Joy. Youth.

Peace. Rest. Life.

Oh.

Dust. Ashes. Waste.

Want.

Ruin. Despair.

Madness. Death.

Cunning and Folly.

We shall all have a judgement
on the Day of Judgement.

Plunder, Precedent jargon,
Gammon and Spinach.

And then you shall sing
to your heart's content, my little ones.

? And we'll all come to judgement
one day soon?

- Morning.
- Off to court then, Miss Flite?

- As you see, Mr Krook.
- And your rent?

Very soon, Mr Krook, very soon.

- On the Day of Judgement, yeah?
- Oh, long before then, I'm sure.

All right, Ladyjane.

She could tear a person
to tatters if I set her on.

Do you know, she was
sold to me for her skin?

It's a very fine one, as you see.
Didn't have it in me heart to skin her.

Not like the Court of Chancery, eh?

- Not as long as I get what I'm owed.
- Mr Krook.

-I have met the wards in Jarndyce-
-Wards in Jarndyce, is it?

Such beautiful creatures.
So full of youth and hope and beauty.

And they won't have it long.

That Jarndyce and
Jarndyce eats them all up.

It's like being ground
to bits in a slow mill.

It's being drowned by drips
and going mad by grains.

Look how poor Tom Jarndyce ended up.

Mr Krook, don't speak of it.

Come in my shop, right where you stand,
a pistol in his hand.

Please, Mr Krook.

Oh.

Mr Nemo.

Good morning, Miss Flite. Mr Krook.

Ah...

forgive me, but I'm
rather pressed for time.

Rent, Mr Nemo. Six weeks.

As long as that?

Well, you shall have it.

Yeah, that's all very well, but when?

You will be paid, Mr Krook.

You have my word.

Now...

if you'll excuse me.

- Oh, he's such a gentleman.
- A gentleman?

That's no use to me.

Some people say
that he sold his soul to the devil.

But if he has I don't know
what he done with the money!

My very best remembrances
to my good friend Mr. Jarndyce.

You won't forget me, will
you, Miss Summerson?

Come, Caddy, we have work to do.

- Okay, driver.
- Go on, move on.

We have a visitor.

Can you see who it is, my love?

- Tulkinghorn.
- Ah.

- Mr Tulkinghorn.
- Sir Leicester.

Very good of you to come all this way.

My lady's case has been again
before the Chancellor, has it?

Yes. It was on again yesterday, my lord.

Milady.

It would be useless to ask, no doubt,
whether anything has been done.

Nothing that you would call anything
has been done.

Nor ever will be.

Well, a long Chancery suit
is very much in the way of things, my dear.

- Hardly be proper if it weren't.
- Indeed, my lord.

Now, as a few fresh affidavits
have been put upon the file,

and as I proceed upon the principle
that my client should be fully possessed

of all the new developments in the case...

All right, Mr Tulkinghorn.

Ahem.

I have the papers here, if I might...

Thank you.

- "In Chancery, between John Jarndyce..."
- Mr Tulkinghorn, please.

Omit as many of the
formal horrors as you can.

As Your Ladyship pleases.

Who copied that?

Whose handwriting is it?

I regret to say I have no idea, my lady.

Is this what you call law-hand?

Why do you ask?

Anything to vary this detestable monotony.

Oh, go on, do.

Very well.

"In the matter of the will, or wills,
of the aforesaid john Jarndyce..."

- My lady?
- What's the matter?

My dear, what is it? What's the matter?

- Lady Dedlock is ill, sir.
- I'm just a bit faint.

Help Lady Dedlock to her room.

Careful. Careful, gently, now.

Heat of the fire, perhaps.
Far too much for her.

I mean it! Nemo, no more excuses!

The money by tomorrow
or you're on the street!

Thank you, sir.

Those papers I took down
to Lady Dedlock at Chesney Wold,

- where were they copied?
- That depends, Mr Tulkinghorn.

They came from several of our regulars.

Well, that one, for instance.

I'll check, sir. It may take a while.

- I have to compare the hand.
- Thank you, Clamb.

Ada, my love.

Esther, my dear. You are welcome.
I rejoice to see you.

Come inside and get warm.

Rick, if I had a hand to spare at present,
I'd give it to you.

Come in. Come in.

There. Now, make yourselves comfortable,
warm yourselves.

Now, Rick, I have that hand at liberty.

A word in earnest is as good as a speech.
I am heartily glad to see you.

You are at home.

You're very kind, sir.
We're very much obliged to you.

Now.

Come and see your rooms.

I wish you'd come away from the window,
my love.

You must take care for your health.
We don't want you fainting again.

I am perfectly well.

You're still pale, I'm afraid.

Is it any wonder?

We have not seen the sun for months.

I think I should take you away for a while.

Paris, now.

A change of scene
that will lighten both our spirits.

What do you say?

- You are too good to me.
- No, no.

No, no, no.

Not at all.

Do you think we shall
be happy here, Esther?

I think we have been very fortunate.

Bleak House is not so bleak after all.

And do you like Mr. Jarndyce?

I think he is a very singular man, indeed.

Is that good?

I hope so. We are
here now, for good or ill.

Esther, why do you think
he's taken us into his care?

Well, perhaps it is nothing but kindness.

He has made it very difficult for us to ask,
since he behaves as if we are all old friends.

It is strange.

But perhaps we shall be good friends.

- Do you think we shall, Esther?
- I am sure we shall, Ada.

Yes?

Miss Summerson? For
you, miss, if you please.

The housekeeping keys.
The master said to bring them to you.

Then tomorrow morning I'm to show you
the presses and the things they belong to.

For me?

Really?

Thank you. And you are?

- Harriet, miss.
- Thank you, Harriet.

You're nobody.

You're nothing. You're worse than nothing.

It would have been far better
if you'd never been born.

- Esther, what is it?
- Nothing.

I'm surprised anyone should trust
me so much, knowing me so little.

Shall we go down?

As far as worldly matters are concerned,
I am but a child. A perfect child.

Ah, our little party is complete.

- Ada. Esther.
- Allow me to introduce myself.

Harold Skimpole.

A dear friend and house guest
for the present, of Mr. Jarndyce.

Now, you ask my profession.
No profession whatsoever.

I have no aptitude for
worldly affairs, none at all.

There, that's Harold Skimpole for you.

- How do you do, Mr Skimpole?
- Very well, indeed.

Thanks to my excellent friends, of whom john
Jarndyce is one of the very best and kindest.

- Well. Shall we go in?
- Miss Clare, would you do me the hon our?

Will you wait there, please, sir?
I'll just go and ask the housekeeper.

Mr Guppy? I've never heard of him.

The Lord and Lady Dedlock
are away in Paris, sir.

They left this afternoon.
The house is all shut up.

Oh. My principal, Mr Kenge,

has letters of affidavit
for Lady Dedlock's attention.

You can leave them with me, sir,
I'll see she gets them.

Oh. Right.

Begging your pardon most profoundly
for the unsociable lateness of the hour,

owing to my having got lost
in very unfamiliar country,

I wonder ma'am, if I might
throw myself upon your mercy.

You want to be allowed to stay the night?

In a word, ma'am.

All right, Mr Guppy.

So long as you don't mind
sleeping with the boots.

Show him the way, Rosa.

I covet nothing. Possessions are nothing
to me. I live as innocently as a child.

Forgive me, sir, did you never wish
you had a house of your own,

and a wife and children of your own?

Why, bless you, my dear fellow,
I have a wife and children.

Well, half a dozen I should say, or more.

- And love them very dearly.
- But how do you look after them?

Look after them?

Well, how could I?

You see, I have no
aptitude for work of any kind.

None whatsoever.

My friend Skimpole
needs somebody to look after him.

Then how do your children live, sir?

Do you know, I've no idea.
But live they do, somehow or other.

As I say, it's no use asking me
how these things are done.

I am a child, a perfect
child, in these matters.

I think your life must be
a very pleasant one, Mr Skimpole.

Well, yes, you might think that.

A lovely young creature like that,

we will not call her an orphan.

She is a child of the universe.

The universe makes rather
an indifferent parent, I'm afraid.

- Oh, I don't know.
- I think I do know.

Well.

This is something, I should say.

The portrait is of Lady Dedlock
as a young woman.

It's considered a perfect likeness,
and the best work of the master.

Dear me.

That's Lady Dedlock, is it?

Blest if I can ever have seen her.

Yet, I know her.

I'm dashed if I don't think...

I must have had a dream of that picture,
you know.

If you please, miss, Mr Car stone said
would you come to the dining room.

- Mr Skimpole's been took, miss.
- Took?

Took, miss. Sudden.

Oh.

I understood you were...

- You are not ill, then, Mr Skimpole?
- Not in the least, Miss Summerson.

But we thought
you might be able to advise us, Esther.

This gentleman is Mr Neckett.

Mr Skimpole has been arrested for debt.

- Are you arrested for much, sir?
- My dear Miss Summerson, I don't know.

Some pounds, odd shillings
and a ha'penny were mentioned, I think.

Twenty-four pounds, 16 and seven pence,
ha'penny. That's what it is.

What will happen
if the money is not produced, sir?

Jail. Or Coavinses.

May I ask, what is...

Coavinses, miss?
Halfway house for debtors, miss.

I thought, you see, that Mr Car stone
might, or his beautiful young cousin,

might sign some sort of a bond or pledge.

Not a bit of it.

It's cash or Coavinses. Make your mind up.

One moment, please, Mr Neckett.

Why are we drawn into this?

He feels a delicacy about
applying to Mr. Jarndyce.

- Done it too many times before, no doubt.
- He has no right.

I know, but what are we going to do?

Well, I think we must
pay the man, if we can.

I have 10 pounds that Mr Kenge gave me.
I must try what that will do.

I have 15 pounds and a few shillings.

My life savings.

Esther.

- And this is the laundry room, miss.
- Thank you, Harriet.

- Everything's just as it should be.
- Thank you, miss.

Esther? Would you step in here a moment?

Sit down, my dear.

This, you know, is the growlery.

When I'm out of humour
I come here and growl.

Then you must be here very seldom.

You don't know me.

When I'm deceived or disappointed,
when the wind is in the east...

Now...

what is this I hear about Rick
and yourself and Mr Skimpole last night?

- Are you angry with us?
- No. You? No, bless you, no.

But to get hold of the pair of you

and squeeze you
like a couple of tender young oranges,

that was very bad of him.

But there must be no more of it, Esther.

If I choose to support him,
that's another thing altogether.

Now, 15, was it? Here
you are. And keep it safe.

Safe from our friend
Skimpole's inexperience. Hmm?

Thank you.

What is it, Esther?

I don't understand why
you're so good to us.

Well!

That's easy.

In your case...

I hear of a young woman
without a protector,

and I take it into my
head to be that protector.

And Richard and Ada?

They've got into this dreadful thing
through no fault of their own.

They need help to guide them through it.

Through Chancery?

I wish I could guide them far away from it.

Jarndyce and Jarndyce
has ruined better men than me.

The years go by, the claims are
passed down through generations,

and we can't get out of it,
none of us, on any terms.

My great uncle, Tom Jarndyce,
was brought to despair by it and...

blew his own brains out.

I was his heir. This was his home.

When I came here it was bleak, indeed.

And when I brought...

what remained of him...

home here...

I thought the brains of the house
had been blown out, too.

It was so shattered and ruined.

Then you must have made great changes, sir.

Yes, yes, and in myself, too,
as far as I've been able to.

And I determined never
to be drawn into this case

with its false hopes
and ruined expectations.

I am fortunate that I have enough
to live upon and to help others, too,

without tormenting myself with dreams of...

Well, I told you this was the growlery, and
I think we may have done with it for one day.

I am very glad to have
you here with me, Esther.

You and Rick and Ada.

Do you think that you
will all be happy here?

Yes, sir, I think so.

And is there anything I could do
to make you more sure of that?

I have been told
that I was my mother's disgrace...

and she is mine.

Do you know what was meant?

I assume what was meant
is that I was born out of wedlock.

But I should like to know
who my mother was...

and whether she still lives.

Ah.

That I cannot tell you, Esther.

Your aunt chose not to tell you
and her secret died with her.

It may be for the best.

Hmm.

"Gallant conduct."

"Bravery."

You don't see this one very often.

Your own, sir, are they?

- How much?
- To pawn or sell outright?

Sell outright.

Eight pound.

Those papers, Mr Tulkinghorn, that you took to
Lady Dedlock, the one you were interested in?

It was copied at Snagsby's.

You're quite sure of that?

Was there some complaint about them, sir?

None at all.

Quite the contrary.

That's all, Clamb.

Mrs Pardiggle has threatened to call.

I'm afraid she may insist
on taking you all on her rounds.

- What rounds would those be, sir?
- Charitable rounds, Rick.

Will you be embarking
on this charitable expedition, Mr Skimpole?

I? Oh, no.

Well, I have nothing to give but myself.

And Mrs Pardiggle, I find,
a woman best admired from a distance.

What's the great cause
we're engaged on today, Mrs Pardiggle?

We are visiting a poor
family of brickmakers.

The father is a very bad character,

but I believe I have made great
strides with them already.

They love to see me, you know.

Come in. Come in.

Well, my friends, I am here again.

There ain't any more of you, is there?

You won't put me off, good people.

I enjoy hard work and the harder
you make mine, the better I like it.

Now, did you read the
little book I left with you?

No. I've been drunk for three days.

And if I had the money
I'd have been drunk four.

Have I been at the church? No, I ain't.

How did my wife get that black eye?

Why, I gives it to her.

And if there's anyone else who wants one...

you say the word.

Well, if that's the way,
perhaps we should move on.

There are others more
deserving of our attention.

Is there anything we can do?

Would you like a doctor
called for the baby?

I think it's gone too late for that, miss.

We can do no more for now, Esther.

- Damn you, boy!
- Sorry, sir, I...

- Damn your "sorry", little blackguard.
- Leave it!

Or you will deal with me!

Well, Jo...

how are you?

Not so bad, thanks, sir.

Here.

Take care of yourself, Jo.

- Well, here you are.
- How did you like Mrs Pardiggle's charity?

Not at all, sir.

Oh, Lord, I shouldn't have let
you go with her. You're distressed.

Our distress is nothing. But theirs is...

- Can nothing be done to help them?
- I think something must be done.

But now, Esther, if you feel up to it,
you have a visitor.

- A visitor, for me?
- A Mr Guppy.

Mr GUPPY?

Of Kenge and Carboys?

But doesn't it concern us all?

Well, "Miss Esther Summerson on a
personal and confidential matter", he said.

Miss Summerson.

- Will you take some refreshment?
- No, thank you.

I'll take a glass of wine.

Miss Summerson...

What is it, Mr Guppy?

My present salary is two pound a week,

and I expect a further
rise of five shillings.

My mother has a little property which
takes the form of a small life annuity.

- Oh, Mr Guppy, I don't understand...
- Miss Summerson.

In the mildest language...

I adore you.

Now would you be so kind as to allow me
to make a declaration?

To make an offer?

Get up, please, Mr Guppy.

I won't hear any more unless you do.

I will, miss...

love and hon our, so likewise I obey.

I'm sorry, Mr Guppy, but I can't marry you.
It's out of the question.

I'm aware that in a worldly point of view,

my offer may seem a poor one...

- No, it isn't that, Mr Guppy...
- but I have been brought up in a sharp school.

I've ferreted out
evidence and got up cases.

What means might I not find
of advancing your fortunes,

if I had your confidence,
and you was to set me on?

Please stop, Mr Guppy...-

I have walked up and down,
of an evening, opposite Jellyby's,

only to look upon the bricks
that once contained thee.

Miss Summerson...

have pity on me.

Mr Guppy, I don't want to disappoint you,
or to cause you pain,

but you must understand that I don't...

and couldn't...

love you.

I thank you for your good opinion of me.

And that is your final answer?

Yes.

Half a minute, miss.

In case you should
think better at any time,

for my feelings...

can never alter.

Mr William Guppy, 87
Penton Place, will suffice.

My ca rd.

Without prejudice.

MY angel.

- Bless my soul, sir. Mr Tulkinghorn.
- I want half a word with you, Snagsby.

Jarndyce and Jarndyce.

Everything's satisfactory,
I hope, Mr Tulkinghorn?

You copied some affidavits
in that cause for me lately.

Yes, sir.

There was one of them,
the handwriting of which is peculiar.

Who copied this?

Ah...

We gave this out,
sir. It'll be in the book.

Jarndyce. Here we are, sir.

This was given out to a writer
who lodges just opposite. Name of Nemo.

Nemo? Nemo is Latin for "no one".

He lodges just opposite?

Above Krook's bottle shop. Will I take you
there? No trouble. No trouble at all, sir.

No, Snagsby, that will not be necessary.
I was simply curious, that's all.

Good evening, Snagsby.

Good evening, Mr Tulkinghorn.
Much obliged to you.

All right, Ladyjane.

Mr Krook?

That's me.

- Is your lodger within?
- Male or female?

Male.

He's in.

- Did you want to see him?
- Yes.

Then you'd best go up.

Second landing. End on the left.

Thank you.

Mr Nemo? Are you there?

Opium.

Mr Nemo?

Hello, my friend.