Hold your noise!
Hold your noise, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!
- Tell us your, name! Quick! - Pip!
- Once more! Give it mouth! - Pip!
- Shh! - Pip, sir! No, sir, please.
Got wittles on you, boy? You got wittles on you?
No, sir!
Come here.
What fat cheeks you got.
Darn me if I couldn't eat 'em.
Where's your mother?
There, sir!
Also Georgiana, sir.
My mother and brothers too.
Orphan, eh?
Who d'you live with? Supposin' I let you live.
My sister, sir, Mrs Joe Gargery, wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith.
Blacksmith, eh?
You know what a file is?
- You know what wittles is? - Yes, sir, food, sir.
I ain't alone, as you may think I am.
There's a young man hid with me in comparison with which I am an angel,
and he has a secret way of getting at a boy,
and at his heart, and at his liver, so that they may be roasted and ate.
It is in vain for a boy to hide from that young man.
Now, you bring me tomorrow morning early, in this graveyard,
that file and them wittles, never daring to say a word,
and I will do what I can to keep that young man out of your insides.
Understand?
- Speak it out! - Yes, sir!
Now get you home.
There you are, Pip!
Ah, Your sister's been out a dozen times looking for you.
Now, listen, she's on the rampage and she's got Tickler with her.
Now, I'll do what I can but you best get in there behind the door.
- Now... You ready? - Where have you been?
Wearing me out with fret and worry!
I said, "Where have you been?"
- The churchyard. - The churchyard!
If it weren't for me you would've been to the churchyard years ago, and stayed there!
- Who brought you up by hand? - You did!
Why did I, I should like to know!
Fetch the tar water!
There's no need for tar water, my love. It's Christmas.
Fetch it!
Bad enough having to be a blacksmith's wife, without having to mother you, too.
- You're driving me to the churchyard. - You all right?
You'd like that, both of you, I suppose.
Tar water. You be careful.
Table! Now!
There's another convict escaped from the Hulks.
What might he have done, the convict?
Murder most likely.
That's why they put them in the Hulks, because they murder.
- Murder? - Murder and robbing.
That's too many questions!
Where's that bread gone?
I ate it.
You did, did you?
Sir. Sir...
Did you bring it, boy?
Yes, sir. Here.
What's in the bottle?
- Brandy. - Here. Here.
- You brought no-one with you? - No, sir!
- And you asked no-one to follow? - I wouldn't do that, sir.
I'm glad you enjoy the pie.
Oh, thankee, my boy, I do. I do.
- There'll be none left for him! -"Him"?
- Who's "him"? - The young man you spoke of.
Who wants to eat my liver.
Oh, him.
He won't want no pie.
He looked as if he did.
Looked? What d'you mean, looked?
I saw him.
- When? - J ust now.
- Where? - Down by the river.
What with... Dressed like me with a bruised face?
- Here? Badly bruised? - Yes, sir.
Give me the file, boy!
Hunt him down like a dog I will.
Goodbye, then, sir. - Let him go free?
Merry Christmas, sir.
- Let him make a fool of me again? - Goodbye.
That villain. I'll take him to the bottom of the river...
# I On Christmas day, on Christmas day
# I And ail the souls on earth shalt sing
# On Christmas day in the morning
# Then let us all rejoice and sing
# On Christmas day, on Christmas day #
Beautiful.
A beautiful piece of meat, that is.
For the great feast we are about to receive,
-thanks to you, ma'am... - Hear, hear.
May the good Lord make us truly thankful.
- Amen. - Amen.
Did you hear that? Be grateful!
Especially, my boy, as to those what brought you up by hand.
Why is it that the young are never grateful?
- Naturally wicious! - Wicious little ferret.
What?
They're not lovely. They're wicious.
More gravy, Mr Wopsle?
Mmm-hmm.
Mmm.
Oh, I nearly forgot!
Ladies and gentlemen, please do leave a little room for the savoury pork pie
so kindly provided for by dear Mr Pumblechook.
No more than you deserve, ma'am.
I'll get it now. Shall I get it now?
I'll get it now.
I often say a slice of savoury pork pie
will sit on top of anything you care to mention...
Are you all right?
...and do no harm.
Especially with a little brandy.
Wise words, as always.
It's in here somewhere.
At least it was here. It's gone!
There's tar water in the brandy!
Pip!
Where do you think you're going, boy?
Oh, that is hot, yeah.
Well done, blacksmith. Well done.
Nasty vicious characters, both of them.
Not the kind you'd want to stumble upon alone, eh?
Anybody here seen anything of such a gang?
- Nothing, Sergeant. - Thank you, ma'am.
Your health, sir.
- Thank you, sir. - A fine job.
We found them filed clean through.
But no matter. We'll have 'em back on him in no time.
Course, if any of you gentlemen fancy some sport...
- Oh, yes. - Willingly.
Right, outside. Fall in.
Jump to it.
Come on, let's be having you.
Out you come, Pip.
I hope we don't find 'em, Joe.
I hope so too, old chap.
I hope so too.
Over here, Sergeant!
Come here!
You, man, break it off.
Break it off.
Get them. Go.
Get out there, you cowardly bastard.
Move. Move.
I've got him!
Break it off! Break it off!
What are you waiting for? Get out there!
Go on, get in!
Let me at him!
He tried to murder me!
- I took him! - Get those leg irons over here.
He tried to murder me!
Let him go free? Let him profit from me again and again?
Let's put him down.
- He tried to murder me! - Quiet, you!
I should have been a dead man, if you hadn't got here.
I wish to say something.
- A confession if you like. Wait.
Go on.
A man can't starve.
I took, stole, some wittles up at the village.
And a file too.
And I'll tell you from where.
The blacksmith's.
Brandy and a pie.
Have you missed such an article as a pie, blacksmith?
- My wife did. - So you're the blacksmith, are you?
Then I'm sorry to say I've eat your pie.
God knows you're welcome to it.
We don't know what you've done,
but we wouldn't wish you to starve to death for it, would us, Pip?
No.
Pip?
Move on!
Swing your legs in there.
I say, Pip, old chap!
What a scholar you are!
I should like to be, some day.
Here, read it, Joe.
Read it.
My dear Joe,
I hope you are quite well.
I shall soon be able to teach you Joe.
- And what larks! - Larks.
It's a J.
An O.
That's the best O I ever saw.
It's astonishing!
How interesting this reading is!
Perhaps I could teach you one day, Joe.
Perhaps.
Be it so, be it so.
But I fear I am most awful... Awful... Dull.
Not like you, young scholar!
Ever the best of friends. Thanks, Pip.
Ever the best of friends, Joe.
And when you're apprenticed to me, what larks.
Gargery!
She must be, what, two mile off?
Gargery!
Best be getting back, old chap.
You're not too quick for me yet.
Now, if this boy ain't grateful, he never will be.
I only hope he won't be pampered.
She ain't in that line, Mum, have no fear.
- "She"? - Well, Miss Havisham ain't a he, is she?
Even you ain't as dull as that!
Well put, ma'am. Good indeed.
- Mr Pumblechook... - Her tenant, don't you see?
...goes to pay his rent and Miss Havisham says,
does he know a boy who might go and play there for her pleasure?
And Mr Pumblechook always being considerate and thoughtful of us...
No more than you deserve, ma'am.
...mentions this boy prancing here.
To go straightaway!
For all we know our fortune might be made and all he has to do is play!
I don't want to.
You listen to me, ungrateful wretch.
Want to mix with people of quality and breeding
or stay here and rot with this great lumpen noodle?
- Stay here. What?
Breathe in. Breathe.
Six sixes.
36.
- Minus 35. - One.
Plus 119.
119...
Um, 120.
Divided by 84.
Your answer, please, boy. Your answer.
So start again.
12 times 39.
Four times 17.
Too slow 68.
Nine times 13.
117.
Now, boy, remember your station
and let your conduct be a credit as to those which brought you up by hand.
Ow!
- Look, the clock's stopped. - Never mind the clock...
- What name? - Pumblechook.
Quite right.
Do you wish to see Miss Havisham?
- Well, if Miss Havisham wishes to see me! - She don't.
Come along, boy.
Boy!
Are you frightened?
I don't know.
Go in, then.
After you, miss.
Who is it?
Pip, ma'am.
Pip?
Pumblechook's boy, come to, uh, play.
Oh.
Ah, yes. Um...
Come nearer.
Let me look at you.
Look at me!
You're not afraid of a woman who's never seen the sun since you were born?
No, ma'am.
Then come closer.
Hmm.
Now, I sometimes have sick fancies.
And, um, I have a sick fancy that I want to see some play.
Um, so play.
Go on, play.
Play.
- Are you sullen and obstinate? - No, ma'am!
I am very sorry for you and sorry that I can't play.
But if you complain of me I will get into trouble with my sister,
so I would play if I could, but it's just so new here.
Call Estella! Estella!
Estella!
Mmm.
Your own one day, my dear, and you will use it well.
Now. Let me see you play cards with him.
But he's a common labouring boy.
You can break his heart.
What do you play, boy?
Nothing but, "Beggar My Neighbour", miss.
So...
Beggar him.
- The jack of diamonds. - "Jack"!
He calls the knaves "jack", this boy.
And what coarse hands he has,
and what thick boots.
He's nothing but a stupid, clumsy labouring boy.
What do you think of her?
You say nothing of her.
I don't like to say.
Whisper in my ear.
Hm.
What do you think?
I think she is very proud.
Anything else?
I think...
I think she is very pretty.
Anything else?
I think she is very insulting.
I think I should like to go home.
What?
And never see her again?
I think I'd like to see her again.
Then you shall.
But when, when shall I have you here again?
Today is Wednesday.
No Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays here,
no days of the week, no weeks of the year.
No... Come again after six nights.
Estella, take him down.
Feed him.
"And the Lord said unto... Unto...
"...unto Aaron,
"Thou and thy sons and thy father's house..."
Good gracious, what is going on?
Enough! Enough, I say!
Back to your form, Pip.
Now, let us read together.
Quietly.
"And the Lord said
"unto Aaron...
"...Thou and thy sons..."
I wonder if you might teach me.
Teach you what, Pip?
Everything-
I want to know everything.
Everything?
Goodness, well, that might take a little time.
Pip, whatever for?
Do you know the name of the house, boy?
It is Satis House.
Is that Greek or Latin?
Greek or Latin or Hebrew or all three, for "enough".
Enough House. That's a curious name.
Don't loiter!
It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house
would want for nothing else.
They must have been easily satisfied.
Is this him? Is this the boy?
- None of your business. - Well! Of all the...
Will she see us today? We have been waiting!
- Waiting all morning! - Waiting all morning!
- We only wish to help. - We only wish to help.
Miss Havishams poor relations.
She calls them her vultures.
- The little bitch. - Ignore them.
- So are they your relations too? - Certainly not.
I have no relations.
- Then Miss Havisham is not your... - Well?
- Well, miss? - Am I pretty?
Yes. You are very pretty.
Am I insulting?
No.
Well, not so much as last time.
Why don't you cry?
Because I don't want to.
Whom have we here?
Ah. So you're the boy, are you?
Well, I have a pretty large experience of boys, and you're a bad set of fellows.
Behave yourself.
You're to wait here in the ballroom.
What do you think it is?
A cake.
A bride's cake.
Mine!
Take my hand, walk with me.
Today is my birthday.
- Many happy ret... - I will not have it spoken of!
No. On this day of the year, long before you were born,
this heap of decay was brought here...
We've worn away together.
Mice have gnawed at it.
And sharper teeth than mice have gnawed at me.
When the ruin is complete,
when they lay me dead in my bride's dress,
on the bride's table,
the curse will be finished on him.
On who, Miss Havisham?
Miss Havisham. How well you look!
- Happy birthday. - Indeed.
Ah, the vultures.
Estella, feed the boy.
Who are you? Who let you in?
Who gave you leave to prowl about?
Estella.
Estella?
That witch!
- Take that back! - I will not!
- You will take that back. - Fight me, then.
Regular rules.
Come to the ground!
Fight me, fight me.
That means you won.
Honour is satisfied. Much obliged. Good afternoon!
You are to return the day after tomorrow at noon, alternate days after that.
Expect no reward.
You may kiss me.
If you like.
Now, then, the Kings of England.
- Henry III, Richard... - Edward I.
- II and III.
- Richard. - Richard the...
- Richard II. - Henry the...
How do you manage it, Biddy?
- Manage what? - To know so much.
I suppose I catch it.
Like a cough.
Mnmum
# Old Clem, beat it out, beat I! out
# Old Clem, with a clink for the stout
# Old Clem, with a... #
Something wrong, old chap?
I wish you hadn't taught me to call knaves jacks.
What's that, Pip?
I wish my boots weren't so thick and my hands so coarse. I wish I wasn't common!
- May I ref! you a secret? - I suppose you may.
I don't... I don't want to be a blacksmith.
I want to be a gentleman.
Oh, I wouldn't if I was you.
Aren't you fond of the forge?
- And Joe? - Yes.
Then don't you think you'd be happier as you are?
I have particular reasons.
To do with a certain young lady, I suppose.
Your princess.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three...
Estella.
What are you doing?
Teaching Pip to dance.
Like a gentleman.
Bring the blacksmith to see me.
Joe.
Oh.
So you are the husband of the sister of the boy?
Being that I have been married to your sister...
Just say yes, Joe.
- By which I mean to say... - Joe.
Yes, Miss Havisham.
And you have reared the boy with the intention of making him your apprentice?
You know, Pip, as you and I ever were the best of friends,
and it were look fofiard to betwixt us as being calculated to lead to larks.
The boy has made no objection to the trade?
Larks being the great wish of his heart.
Oh, enough! Estella.
Um, bring me that purse.
Yes, um...
Pip has earnt a premium here.
Here are five and 20 guineas.
Give it to your new master, Pip.
Now...
You are now a blacksmith.
Goodbye.
You are not ashamed of being a blacksmith, are you?
No.
Then you are a blacksmith.
Goodbye.
But...
Am I to come again?
No. Goodbye, Pip.
You have been a good boy.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Come on. Let's go.
Perhaps we shall meet again. One day.
It seems unlikely.
Pip. Pip.
Come on, boy.
Pip.
Joe, may I?
Biddy, I wish...
Go on.
Pip?
Biddy, I wish I could fall in love with you.
Oh.
- Can I say this to you? - Don't mind me.
I wish I could love you and my work
and that I could settle down with Joe at the forge,
and that we could be sitting here together,
two completely different people.
I do wish I could be content, but...
You cannot.
Might you be content with me?
I might.
But then I'm easily pleased.
Do you think of her very often?
Pip. Pip!
Gentleman 10 see you.
You are Philip Pirrip,
more commonly known as Pip, am I right?
- Yes, sir. - And this is your brother-in-law...
Joseph, or "Joe" Gargery? - I am that man.
- And your wife, Mr Gargery? - Dead, sir.
Bad heart.
Passed away five years since, while on the rampage. I miss her.
- I miss her. - Condolences, yes.
My name is daggers. I'm a lawyer in London.
I'm pretty well known.
And I have some unusual business to transact with you.
Joseph Gargery, lam the bearer of an offer...
To relieve you of this young fellow, your apprentice.
I am here to inform you that he has great expectations.
He has come into a handsome fortune,
and it is the desire of the present possessor of the fortune
that he be removed from his present circumstances
and brought up as a gentleman in London.
Do you have any objections?
- I don't think so. - There are conditions, of course.
The first being that you always retain the name Pip.
You've no objections to that, I dare say.
I have no objection.
And the second stipulation,
is that the name of the liberal benefactor remain a profound secret.
You are positively prohibited
from making any enquiries into this question. Do you understand?
I understand.
- Mr Gargery? - Hm?
Mr Gargery, this is for you.
20 guineas.
As compensation for the loss of his services.
Very generous, I think you'd agree.
If you think money can make compensation
for the loss of the little orphan what come to the forge and was...
- it's time for us, Joe. - Yes, yes, yes, very noble sentiment.
Very touching, I'm sure. Do you want the money or no?
- If you're a man, come on! - Joe.
Bear-baiting and badgering me in my own home.
- Come on, I say! - Joe!
- Come on, I say! - Joe! Enough! Enough!
Joe!
Well, Mr Pip, the sooner you leave here, the better.
Shall we say one week?
And what will I do in London?
Do?
What will be my trade?
My profession?
A gentleman. You will be a gentleman.
You will please consider me your guardian now.
Good evening.
Thing is, I always say, you need your inexpressibles
in something fine, clingy!
A nice lute string, ladies.
No point your inexpressibles being in nankeen, now, is there?
No point at all.
Nothing clings. Nothing is expressed.
Mr Pumblechook.
Oh, seven times sixteen, your answer, please.
- Mr Pumblechook. - Too slow, too slow.
- Mr Pumblechook, I have some news. - Oh?
I've...
Well, I've come into some property.
Oh.
This is a very sweet article for light summer wear.
- May I? - You may.
Ah... Feel the knap? D'you feel that?
Yah.
See how it catches the light?
Extra super fine and quite in vogue amongst the London gentry. Number five...
This is you as well.
This is very you.
That will be evening and that will be daytime.
So, best to get them both.
What about some gentleman's boots?
We don't do boots.
Astonishing.
Oi!
For luck!
- Bye, boy. - Bye, Pip.
So we thought you might like a little erm...
A little something to tempt your appetite.
A cup of tea? You might enjoy the chocolate...
Pip.
Come closer, come closer.
Come join us.
How handsome you look in your finery.
You remember my cousin Sarah Pocket.
She works for me now.
I employ her.
Miss Havisham, I...
I came to take my leave of you.
- You see, I've... - Yes, yes.
I've seen Mr Jaggers. I know all about it.
You are adopted by a mysterious benefactor?
Yes, Miss Havisham.
Isn't that wonderful news, everyone?
- Yes, quite... - Wonderful.
- Go now. Everyone, go.
All of you, go.
Hmph.
I was, uh, hoping that...
She's abroad, Pip.
Educating for a lady.
Far out of reach. Prettier than ever.
Admired by all who see her.
Do you feel you have lost her, Pip?
Be patient.
I'm sure your paths will cross.
- I hope so. - Mm.
Miss Havisham, I wished to say how grateful...
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. Hush now, Pip.
You will always keep the name of Pip, you know.
Go.
Goodbye, Pip.
Hey! Hey!
Here, sir, you want some offal?
Get off!
Excuse me, sir.
Meai!
Lovely meat!
Mr Pip?
Mr Jaggers will be with you shortly, Mr Pip.
He's at the Bailey, getting evidence together.
Whose likenesses are they?
Likenesses?
Why, this is their true selves!
Casts made in Newgate, fresh from the gallows.
Murderer, and a forger of wills.
Very crafty in particular, this one.
But the evidence was too strong.
Not so crafty now, are you, my friend?
This was his as well. Made a gift of it to me, just before the end.
They're not worth much, but they're portable,
and they're property.
That's my guiding star, Mr Pip.
- Get hold of portable properly. - I have no more to say to you.
That's Mr Jaggers now.
I wish to know no more than I know. Good day, Mr Pip.
- Any more news, Mr Jaggers? - Get your hands off me!
- Have you paid MrWemmick? - Yes.
Now let go of my coat.
I trust your journey was satisfactory.
Mr daggers, have you had any feelings about my claim?
Feelings? Feelings?
We'll have no "feelings" here.
Come on in, Mr Pip.
Move back!
You've met Mr Wemmick.
Sorry, sir.
He keeps the money, so doubtless you will be seeing a lot of him.
Dear Lord, is that your new suit?
Here.
Tailor, hatter, bootmaker, hosier.
Your credit will be good with all of them.
I've taken the liberty of enrolling you in a gentlemen's club.
The Finches of the Grove. Just the thing for gentlemen of distinction.
Your allowance, Mr Pip.
I trust you will find it generous.
Your temporary lodgings will be at Barnard's Inn.
Quite near here, so I might keep an eye on you.
There you are, sir.
And pull you up when I find you going wrong.
And, you will go wrong, Mr Pip,
not through any fault of mine.
- Mr Pip? - Mr Pocket?
I am extremely sorry, but I thought that,
coming from the country, you might like a little fruit.
Strawberries! - Oh.
Oh. Strawberryjam!
Mm. Have you seen your lodgings?
- No. - They're by no means splendid,
but I'm sure that we shan't come to blows.
Put them up.
Come on.
Stand your ground. Regular rules apply.
I beg your pardon?
The prowling boy.
The pale young gentleman.
I was there with my Aunt Sarah on a trial visit.
Miss Havisham fancied that she wanted to see me play.
Clearly she didn't take much of a fancy to me.
Poor taste on her part. But just as well.
Otherwise, I might have been what-dlyou-called it to Estella.
Affianced. Betrothed.
Engaged.
But, it was not to be.
I'm very sorry.
Sorry?
The girl's a Tartar.
Hard and haughty and... Thank you.
...Capricious to the last degree.
Brought up by Miss Havisham to wreak revenge on all the male sex.
Why should she wreak revenge?
Lord, Mr Pip. Don't you know?
Miss Havisham was very rich and very proud,
a spoilt child.
Her mother died when she was young and her father married again.
His cook would you believe?
And they had a son, Arthur.
Who was... How might I put this? ...Not entirely legitimate.
At this point, I might break off and mention
that in London it's not the custom to put the knife in the mouth,
- for fear of accidents. - Sorry.
And also the fork is not generally used underhand but over.
- Of course. Of course. - Do you mind?
No, not at all. I'm grateful.
Er... T's, Mr Pip.
You are grateful.
Grateful. Sorry.
Now, um...
Miss Havisham meta certain man
and she loved this man, devotedly, passionately.
Idolised him.
And soon they were engaged.
He persuaded her to buy her half-brother's share of the brewery
at an immense price, so that when he was her husband,
he could hold and manage it all.
Well...
The happy day arrived.
The wedding dresses were bought, the wedding tour planned out.
The wedding guests were invited, my parents among them.
The feast was laid out.
A great bride cake made.
And the groom wrote her a letter.
And she received the letter from her brother, Arthur...
- As she was dressing for marriage? - At 20...
20 minutes to nine.
Of course. Ah those stopped clocks.
It was a conspiracy between the groom and her brother,
to defraud Miss Havisham and break her heart.
No!
And, in that they most surely succeeded.
So, Herbert, what's your line of business?
Well, trade.
That's where the money is.
In the future, I shall trade to Egypt for silks and spices.
Ceylon for elephant tusks.
But for now?
But for now, lam a clerk in a counting house,
with a sweetheart whom I can't afford to marry.
- Is there profit in being a clerk? - No.
None whatsoever.
Not a penny.
You know, I don't much care for the name Mr Pip.
I'll tell you what I should like. Seeing as we are so harmonious
and you have been a blacksmith,
would you mind Handel for a familiar name?
The Harmonious Blacksmith. It's by Handel.
- Do you mind? - I would like it very much.
Good!
As Bullfinch of this Grove,
and in the name of the most honoured Chaffinch...
- Fringillae! -...Goldfinch...
Carduelis!
...and Hawﬂnch.
Coccothraustes!
May the present promotion of good feeling
ever reign predominant among the noble Finches of the Grove.
Gentlemen...
Huzzah! Huzzah!
For the Finches of the Grove!
I am assured that they are the most fashionable people.
Believe me. Oh.
You there! New boy. Yes, you there.
Partridge.
Throw me a partridge.
Come on, come on.
Oh, dear. I don't think he shall do well here.
Pip, isn't it?
- Er, Pip? - Pirrip.
Pirrip?
Pip Pirrip?
Oh. How remarkable.
And where are your people from?
- My people? - From Kent.
They're the Kentish Pirrips.
You sound like some sort of apple.
Huzzah!
Noble finches of this grove!
This will just take a moment, my dear.
- He seems very keen. - I'm sure.
Handel, this is my beloved fiancée, Clara.
- Aren't I the lucky one? - Herbert, please.
So pleased to meet you. Shall we?
This is far too expensive for you, Herbert.
What are we doing here?
There you are, sir.
Well? What do you think?
It would be at my expense, of course.
You're a clerk, Herbert Pocket.
Well?
Well...
Hurry!
I'd like to meet these extravagant Finches of yours.
Tomorrow evening.
No ceremony. No dinner dress.
Six o'clock, say?
Give him the money, Wemmick.
Very well, sir.
What shall I make of him, Mr Wemmick?
He's a deep one. Deep.
As Australia.
Don't take it personal, Mr Pip. It's professional.
Only professional.
I say, if tonight you have nothing better to do,
why don't you come home to Walworth with me?
I don? have much to show you but there's a garden
and one or two curiosities.
- What? - Watch this.
I know what you're thinking.
It's like living in the country.
All my own doing.
Please, now...
Let me introduce you to the aged parent.
- Well, Aged P, how are you? - All right, John, my boy. All right.
This is Mr Pip, Aged P.
Not that he can hear a word I'm saying.
Just nod away at him, if you don't mind. Nod and wink.
- Now, John... - Nod.
- Now... - And wink. Keep nodding. One more.
Nearly time, Aged P. You keep nodding, I'll heat the poker.
Down the stairs, that's right.
Now, John. Now.
Mr Pip. Mr Pip, if you'd care to do the honours.
Ooh!
I heard it! I heard it!
- Does Mr Jaggers admire it? - Never seen it. Never heard of it.
Never seen the Aged. Never heard of him.
When I come into The Castle, I leave Mr Jaggers behind.
And if it's not in any way disagreeable to you,
you'll oblige me by doing the same.
Of course. I understand.
I will give you one piece of advice, though.
When you dine with Mr Jaggers tomorrow,
you take a look at his housekeeper, Molly.
His housekeeper? Why?
Just take a look at his housekeeper and see,
a wild beast tamed.
Now, gentlemen! Gentlemen!
Our generous host, Mr Bentley Drummle.
Oh...
May the present promotion of good feeling
ever reign predominant over the Noble Finches of the Grove.
See, Bentley, Hold you, you could do it.
Tell me, Pip. Who is the Spider?
That blotchy, sprawly, sulky fellow?
That's Bentley Drummle. The richest young man in England.
- Is it now? - He owns most of Derbyshire, apparently.
Bentley Drummle, you say?
Most promising.
Molly.
Make sure that fellow does not have an empty glass all evening.
Come on!
My money's on Bentley! I raise you five!
Oh!
A fluke. Pure chance.
Come, come, Bentley, concede defeat. Pip beat you fair and square.
I was under the impression that the Finches was a club for gentlemen.
I can't be expected to compete against country boys.
What do you mean, Mr Drummle?
No slight, I assure you.
In fact, I salute you, Kentish Pirrip!
You have the arms of a blacksmith!
Molly, more wine here.
You talk of strength.
I'll show you strength.
Show them your wrists, Molly. Come on.
- Master, don't! - Show them both.
Show them. Show them.
What is that?
Mm.