A very handsome testimonial,
offered with great delicacy,
and graciously received.
Are you still sleeping, Father?
What? No, no. No, I am wide awake.
- What time is it?
- Nearly 1 2.
Nearly 1 2?
Why didn't you wake me before?
What will they all think of me?
There's nothing to hurry for, Father.
You can rest.
You've had a long, tiring journey.
Where are we, Amy?
Why, in Venice, Father.
Oh, yes.
I knew that.
Mrs General's here?
She is here.
- She is well?
- Yes, she is very well.
Would you like me
to bring her to you, Father?
If she pleases.
I'm so glad to have you back,
Father.
Yes. Well, run along now.
My dear madam...
Dear Mrs General...
Dearest Hortensia...
Er, perhaps not.
In vain have I struggled...
to resist your charms.
Ah!
My dear Mr Dorrit!
Thank you. You are quite rested,
I trust, after your arduous journey?
Very well, I thank you.
- You left Mrs Sparkler well and happy?
- Mrs Sparkler?
Your daughter, Fanny?
Oh, yes, of course. I know that.
Very well, very happy.
- And a married woman now.
- Indeed.
And it seems to suit her.
And why shouldn't it now?
It is the blissful state
the Almighty intended for us.
Even those of us perhaps
a little more advanced in years.
Sir, to what are you alluding?
Have you not heard
the old saying, madam,
that one wedding
tends to bring on another?
Oh, Mr Dorrit. I cannot imagine
what you're implying!
Mrs General, I believe you can!
I adore you!
Oh, no, no, no, sir! No, decorum!
- No, no, sir!
- Ah, Hortensia!
No, I beg you, sir. Desist!
This is NOT the way!
Mr Dorrit will forgive me
if I ask leave
to continue this interesting conversation
at another time,
when we've had the opportunity
to collect ourselves.
In the meantime, he will allow me
to withdraw...for the present.
But we may resume
this interesting conversation,
this very interesting conversation,
at another time very soon?
Mr Dorrit must ever claim
my homage and obedience.
What is this place?
It's the Palazzo Fiume.
Mrs Merdle's...residence in Venice...
Oh, yes, but Mrs General,
why are we here?
It's Mrs Merdle's
farewell ball, Papa,
before she goes back to London.
Of course. I knew that.
Ah! Mr Dorrit, Miss Dorrit,
Mrs General!
I am positively charmed
to see you here!
Mr Dorrit, do you know
the Marchese di Poggibonsi?
You are welcome, sir.
And the Comtesse de Cannes?
You are welcome, madame,
to my humble quarters.
Mr Dorrit, surely it is for me
to welcome my guests, not you!
But I am charmed,
positively charmed!
And how did you
find the happy couple?
The happy couple, ma'am?
Why, my son, Edmund Sparkler,
and your lovely daughter, Fanny!
Fanny's a dancer, you know.
They think I don't know, but I do.
These people,
they shouldn't be here now!
The gate will be locked!
My dear Mr Dorrit, what gate?
A-A-Amy?
Will you go and see if Chivery
is on the lock tonight?
- I don't feel quite myself.
- I am here, Father.
No, no! Send for Chivery! I can't be
got up the stairs without Chivery!
Father!
Well, no. It's, er...
Ladies and gentlemen,
I do so...so...b-b-beg your pardon.
The duty devolves upon me
of welcoming you
to the Marshalsea prison!
The space is limited,
but the air is,
all things considered, very good.
It blows over the Surrey hills.
Blows over the Surrey hills.
Those who are habituated
to the Marshalsea
are pleased to call me its father.
Indeed, I am accustomed
to be complimented by strangers
as the Father of the Marshalsea.
Father!
My child, ladies and gentlemen.
Born here!
Bred here!
My daughter!
Child of an unfortunate father.
Unfortunate, but always a gentleman!
And in recognition
of my humble endeavours
to uphold a tone
within these walls,
it has become the not infrequent custom
for my personal admirers
to leave some small testimonial...
in pecuniary form,
generally speaking,
in my child's name...
...if not in my own.
Ladies... Ladies and gentlemen,
God bless you all.
Oh, Amy... Amy...
I don't know what's happening...
What's... What's...
What's happening to me?
Mrs General wants a word, Amy.
Well...William...old pal...
My plans have changed unexpectedly,
Miss Dorrit.
There are two young ladies in
Cheltenham who need my services.
Please convey my very best wishes
to your papa
and my hope that he will
make a speedy recovery.
Goodbye.
Has Tip gone out, Amy?
Yes, Father.
Amy, I want you to take
my gold watch to the pawnbroker.
See what you can raise on it.
And my rings...and my silver buttons.
Will you?
Yes, Father, if you like.
Good girl.
- I won't let you starve, Amy.
- I know, Father.
Good girl. Good girl.
Dear girl.
I think he's gone.
Oh... Oh, my brother!
Oh, William, William.
You to go before me.
To go all alone.
Why could it not have been me?
Nobody would have missed me!
Uncle!
Dear Uncle, spare yourself.
Spare me!
You've watched too long.
I'll stay with him, you go and rest.
I'll keep him company.
At least I...
I won't embarrass him any more...
or shame him now.
You go... You go and rest.
Poor Pa.
Absolutely. Very sad.
Tragic.
He had so little time to enjoy
his exalted position in society.
Absolutely. Quite.
Saddest thing I've ever heard.
And Uncle Frederick too!
Absolutely. He was a good old fella.
Not a bit of nonsense about him.
It was a happy release, Sparkler.
He wasn't presentable.
And if you're not presentable,
then you'd much better die.
And now I suppose I shall have
to go into mourning,
and not go out in society,
and just when I bought dozens of
new dresses expressly for that purpose!
Fanny.
Yes, dear?
Where am I to live now,
do you think?
Well... Why, here, of course,
we can't have you taking lodgings
and letting us all down.
There's plenty of room here,
isn't there, Sparkler?
Absolutely! Acres of room here.
Be delighted, charmed and honoured,
be honoured to share it with you.
And Pa would, too,
so let's say no more about it!
Thank you, you're very kind.
I wish...
What do you wish?
Nothing, Fanny.
- Sir?
- Does Miss Wade live here?
Yes, sir. Follow me.
Your name, sir?
Rigaud.
One moment.
I thought if I gave my real name,
you might refuse to see me.
I'm here to ask for
your help, Miss Wade.
And how do you imagine
I could help you?
In finding the man Rigaud.
I have seen you with him, Miss Wade.
I have no idea where he is now.
He may be dead for all I know.
I need to find him, Miss Wade.
My family's welfare is at stake.
Why don't you ask
your dear friend Mr Gowan?
Rigaud was his intimate friend,
was he not?
What do you know about Henry Gowan?
Should I tell you?
Would you understand if I did?
Yes,
I think perhaps you might.
You know me as Miss Wade,
but in reality...
I have no name.
I was brought up as the object
of other people's charity.
How it pleased them
to think of their kindness
to the poor orphan child.
When I came of age,
I became a governess.
Pretty Miss Wade,
clever Miss Wade, good Miss Wade,
dear Miss Wade.
They never knew
how I hated them all.
Hate is a strong word, Miss Wade.
Yes,
and I doubt it is one you have
ever had cause to use, Mr Clennam.
When Mr Gowan appeared on the scene,
he understood my feelings perfectly.
I soon began to like his society
better than anyone else's.
You fell in love with him?
He amused himself
as long as it suited his inclination,
and then he left me.
I think perhaps he never knew
how much I loved him...
...and how much I hate him now.
But he taught me one thing.
Never to let myself
be subject to a man again.
And...
Might I ask? What is your
association with Rigaud?
I paid him to find out
how Gowan treats his new plaything.
He would have killed Gowan, too,
if I'd paid him enough.
I don't know what your family's business
is with Rigaud, Mr Clennam,
but if you've crossed his path,
I don't envy you.
You say you wish to find him.
Have a care what you wish for.
Arthur, your mother, Arthur.
Put it right.
Evening.
I need to speak to my mother, Flintwinch.
She's got company.
But I dare say one more
will make no difference.
What company, Flintwinch?
You'll see. Old friends of yours.
I do have a cousin who lives
in Rochester who's rather partial
to the whole anchovy,
not just the paste.
- I do particularly like the paste...
- Arthur.
What's he doing here?
Hop off, before I call the peelers!
She's as lively as a cricket today!
This is Mr Clennam's home, Aunt!
- Former home.
- But Arthur, what a surprise!
To discover us eating
cheese and anchovy paste on toast!
Yes, and a great pleasure to see
you both, but... No, thank you.
But if you don't think me rude,
I should like
a brief private word with my mother.
Of course, of course.
- Stay where you are, Mrs Finching.
- I ain't going nowhere.
Whatever my son has to say
to me may be said in your presence.
Would you like me to
toast you a slice, Arthur?
You were always partial to it as a boy.
And still am, but no, thank you,
Affery, not just now.
Flora, I beg you,
will you do me the kindness
of waiting on the landing
just for a few moments only while
I speak in confidence to my mother?
Indeed. Come on, Auntie.
Up to no good, him.
You don't know
what you're talking about. Come on!
Get off!
I'm going! I'm going!
Well?
Mother, you are in danger
from this man Blandois,
or Rigaud, as his real name is.
Now, you must tell me,
what is his hold upon you?
Hold upon me?
He has no hold upon me.
What was the business
proposition that he put to you?
I decline to answer that question.
The House of Clennam
conducts its business in confidence.
You are no longer a partner
in the House of Clennam.
Our business is of no concern to you.
How can you say that?
I'm your son still.
I'm your flesh and blood.
There is something.
There is some secret in this house,
I'm sure of it.
And it has to do
with my father's dying words.
Does Rigaud know what it is?
I have nothing to say.
I have nothing to hide.
And my conscience is clear.
I need to know what my father meant.
Now, whatever you or he have
or haven't done in the past,
I will not judge you by it.
If there is a secret,
and I do not say that there is,
has it never occurred to you
that it might be much better for you
- if you never knew it?
- What do you mean by that?
I have nothing else
to say on the subject.
For God's sake, Mother,
why won't you let me help you?
Get everything inside!
Amy? It's you!
Mr Clennam.
I should not have known you.
Why didn't you tell me
you were in London?
I... I only arrived a day or two ago.
Besides,
I didn't want to disturb you.
Little Dorrit,
you would never disturb me.
I should never be sorry
to see you, I thought you knew that.
What is it?
Oh, you're in mourning.
My father and his brother
are both dead.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
They died abroad?
Yes. In Venice.
You must miss them both very much.
Yes, I do. Of course I do.
But I think
they are both happier now.
Is there...
Is there anything I can do to help?
What sort of help
do you imagine I might need?
I have no need of money now.
I have no need to seek work.
I am a lady now, and it is
my business to do nothing all day.
You seem to be...
Are you... Are you angry with me,
Little Dorrit? What is it?
We used to be such good friends,
you and I. What's the matter?
Little Dorrit.
Don't call me that. I am not a child!
You used to love
to be called by that name.
Not any more.
Not by you.
But we can still be friends.
I hoped that we could be.
But I am not sure
that we can any more, not now.
- Not as we were before.
- Why not?
- I don't understand!
- Don't you?
Do you know? I sometimes wish
that you'd never come to the Marshalsea.
That I'd never met you.
That none of this
had ever happened.
I was happy as I was.
Don't follow me. Good night.
What is it, my dearest love?
I am so bored I could scream.
If I did not know
that the longest day is past,
I should feel certain
that this is the longest day of my life.
My dear,
I think you must have the fidgets!
The fidgets? Oh, don't, Sparkler!
My adorable girl!
Try your aromatic vinegar.
I have often seen my mother try it,
and it always seemed to refresh her.
And she is, as you know,
a remarkably fine woman.
Ah, good gracious!
This is beyond all patience!
- Mr Merdle! Papa-in-law!
- Evening, governor! How's tricks?
- I've been out for a stroll.
- Oh, how very nice! Have you dined?
Ah. No, not exactly.
I was to have dined in the City,
but I didn't feel inclined.
I looked in at the club,
and I drank a bottle of wine.
A busy man like yourself should
look after yourself better!
Loss of appetite is a serious thing.
You mustn't let yourself get ill,
you know.
Oh, I am well enough.
I am as well as I want to be.
I gather there has been some delay
in arranging poor Papa's property.
Yes. That is so.
There has been a delay.
It's of no consequence, of course.
My only anxiety is that Mrs General
shouldn't get anything.
She won't get anything.
I'm delighted to hear it.
I wonder if you could lend me
a penknife.
- A penknife?
- Yes. I seem to have mislaid mine.
Of course! Edmund, open
the mother-of-pearl box on the table,
and take out the mother-of-pearl
penknife. Carefully, now!
He's ever so clumsy!
I think I can manage this.
There you are, governor. Oh.
Thank you.
Yes, that'll do.
You haven't got one
with a darker handle, by any chance?
- I don't believe we have, Papa-in-law.
- Well, no matter. This'll do.
Well...
Good night.
Are you going out again, sir?
Yes. I'm going out again.
What the devil is all this noise about?
What do you want? Who are you?
Begging your pardon, Doctor.
I'm from the warm baths
round the corner.
- Will you come, sir?
- Come where?
- Why should I, man?
- To the baths, sir.
He left this note, sir.
It's got your name and address on it.
I'll come down.
Do you know the gentleman?
One of our regulars, sir.
Never gave his name.
Never said a word, in fact, but
he was always polite and well behaved.
Good God.