And this for £20, Mr Jarndyce.
All signed, R. Carstone.
This for £30.
And this, again for £20.
One hundred and forty, all told.
Exactly, Mr Jarndyce.
Ah, Miss Summerson.
Mr Vholes has brought an ugly report of poor Rick's situation, Esther.
I have staved off many little matters for Mr C,
but there is a limit to staving off.
And we have reached it.
So, what is to happen?
I believe he intends to sell out of the army, Miss Summerson.
That will buy him a little time but face him with new difficulties.
Mundane, but real enough.
Food, lodgings, so on.
You see my difficulty, Esther.
I can go behind his back, but I can't help him openly.
He would never accept it.
Let me go down to Deal and talk to him.
If he'd only give up this wretched case, everything could be put right.
Even now.
You might think that, Miss Summerson,
but it is my duty to point out
that Mr Carstone has an interest in Jarndyce and Jarndyce,
and a right to pursue that interest.
It is not for me to tell him to give up that interest.
All right, Mr Vholes.
Miss Summerson will communicate with Mr Carstone.
You'll allow me to give you some lunch before you leave?
Thank you, no.
My digestion is much impaired.
I'm a poor knife and fork at any time.
With your permission, I will take my leave, sir.
I don't understand. Why didn't our guardian send for me when Mr Vholes was here?
Don't know, Ada.
After all, Richard's affairs are of more concern to me than to you or to him.
They're of concern to us all, Ada.
Perhaps he didn't want you upset.
He thinks of me as a child still.
I want to come down to Deal with you when you go.
That's a very good idea.
Perhaps between us, we can make him see sense.
I don't like it, Esther...
when you speak of Richard as if you think he's taken leave of his senses.
I didn't mean it like that.
I've made up my mind.
I shall come of age very soon, and have my own inheritance.
It isn't very large,
but it could save Richard from having to sell out of the army.
Ada, are you sure it won't be throwing good money after bad?
I don't care.
I love him, and I want to help him.
And that's all I know.
Rosa, come and sit down by me.
Rosa, remember I told you that I might have to send you away?
Yes, my lady.
I have written to Mr Rouncewell and he will come for you tomorrow.
- So soon? - Yes, it must be soon.
Rosa, I do not want to part with you...
but it is for the best.
I hope you will think kindly of me, Rosa...
whatever you hear about me.
Here we are, ladies.
As snug and cosy a room as any you'll find in Deal.
Is this your first visit here?
Yes, it is.
Are you meeting someone from the Indiaman?
She's due to drop anchor off the Downs, on the afternoon tide.
Lots of folks gone down to see our boats come into shore.
No, we've come to see an officer who's billeted here.
I wonder, could you tell us how to get to the barracks?
Surely, miss. Nothing easier.
Yes?
Esther.
Ada!
What are you doing here?
Who would have thought of seeing you?
I was just writing to you.
Come in, sit down.
I, uh....
I've nothing to offer you but myself, I'm afraid.
That's all we wanted.
Well....
- So what were you writing? May we read it? - Oh, no need.
You can...
read it in the room.
It's all up with me here.
If you'd have come an hour or two later, I'd have been gone.
Yes, I'm selling out.
And that's the end of another career.
Is it really as hopeless as that?
It is.
I'm so near disgrace here, they'd rather be rid of me.
And it's not just the debts.
I've lost my appetite for soldiering.
I can't give my heart to it, or my mind, or my soul.
I can't attend to anything while those villains in court
are holding my fate in the balance.
The regiment's ordered abroad.
How could I go abroad? How could I leave things hanging?
How could I trust even Vholes to see to my affairs unless I was at his back?
Richard, I came here to tell you I want you to have my inheritance...
that portion of it which is mine alone and will come to me soon,
so that you can set yourself right with the regiment
and remain in the service.
You would do that for me?
Of course I would.
I'd do more. I'd do anything.
Ada.
I shall never forget this.
But you know, of course, I could never accept it.
Not to stay in this wretched life.
I was never meant to be a soldier,
and I won't waste your inheritance on trying to continue as one.
Your little fortune will be devoted to what promises a better return.
Where you and I have a larger stake.
- Our birthright. - Richard.
Don't be uneasy for me. I shall only have one thing on my mind now,
and Vholes and I will work at it, and it will come right, I swear it!
It's no use arguing. My mind is made up.
Just give me an hour or two to wind things up here
and I'll meet you back at the Inn, and we'll all travel back to London tomorrow.
All right! Ladies!
Let them through.
Where on earth did all these people come from?
It's the Indiaman, miss.
Some of them are from it, and some have come to greet them.
- The doctor himself is staying here this night. - What doctor?
Surely you've heard of him, miss.
Woodcourt, the hero of the wreck.
Well, here they are now, I believe.
Miss Summerson.
- Mr Snagsby! - No loitering here, son. Move on.
And quick about it!
Go on, get out of it!
What's the matter, Officer?
Just riffraff, Mr Snagsby.
I'll send him off.
Is that you, Ada?
No, Miss Summerson, it's Allan Woodcourt.
I heard of your illness.
I wished very much to have been nearer, but...
no doubt you were well looked after.
Oh, yes. My maid Charley was an excellent nurse.
And you are quite recovered now?
I feel as well as I ever did.
And I...
am as you see me.
Yes.
You needn't pity me, Mr Woodcourt.
I was never vain...
about my looks, so there's no harm done.
The marks will fade, you know,
until no one will be able to tell.
I've told you, I don't want pity.
If they fade, they fade.
If they don't, I shall still think myself very lucky to be alive.
I never quite thought of that before, you know.
No. Nor did I.
Of course, your shipwreck.
I heard you were very brave.
How much good will it do me?
I left England as a penniless surgeon and I'm coming back as one.
I can't even afford a decent suit of clothes.
I ran into Richard Carstone downstairs. He said he envied me.
I don't think many men would.
Please.
How do you think he looked?
Very much as before.
Eager, cheerful,
but I do see a change in him.
Before I'd have described him as animated, now perhaps agitated would be the better word.
Is there something that worries him?
Only this dreadful Chancery case.
Mr Woodcourt,
would you do something for me?
Anything, if I can.
Would you look out for Richard in London?
He needs a good friend more than anything.
Gladly.
I could do with a good friend myself.
Now, what do you say?
Shall we all dine together here at the Inn?
A free man!
A free man.
You don't know how happy I am, Woodcourt, to be out of that confounded barracks.
I feel like I'm starting my life all over again.
Here among my friends.
To friendship.
- To friendship. - To friendship.
Oh....
Well, Mother.
Come in, sit down. You have time?
Aye. Let them wait a while.
I remember you sitting there when you were five years old...
with your brother beside you.
- Fighting and quarrelling, no doubt. - Oh, no.
That came later.
He was a very sweet-natured boy.
And later on, he was never really bad. Just wild.
If you say so, Mother.
I do say so.
He was a dear boy.
I suppose he's buried in some foreign field now.
Come now, Mother.
You've still got me.
Little enough I see you.
Well, never mind that.
I know you're a busy man.
How's my grandson?
Sends his love.
He's all right.
Still pining for that Rosa of yours.
I offered to educate the girl out of my own pocket,
and they sent me away with a flea in my ear.
And now they want to cast her off.
It's not what I wanted for him,
a girl from the village.
Weren't you a boy from the village?
I was, but I'm not anymore, Mother.
I'm as well set up as them upstairs now.
Might buy them out one day when I've had enough of hard work.
God knows, I'd like to,
if it were only to see the look on his face.
I'm afraid you will have a rather chill, damp journey, sir.
We're used to that.
Come here, child.
You must do as he says, Rosa.
Mr Rouncewell will take good care of you.
Come, Rosa.
You do care for my lad, don't you?
Yes, sir.
Well, then.
She seems reluctant to go, sir.
Well, she's not well bred, you see, Sir Leicester.
If she had remained here, she would have improved, no doubt.
Good day, Sir Leicester.
Good day, Lady Dedlock.
Come along, Rosa.
Insolent blackguard!
Jo?
Woodcourt? At Deal?
Yes. We all had supper together at the Inn.
He was very attentive to Esther.
Ada, he was not.
He was polite and kind, like a gentleman.
But he got on very well with Richard.
And he has promised to be a friend to him in London.
A friend to Rick in London?
So Rick is selling out after all.
It was all done before we got there.
Nothing we could say would make him change his mind.
And where is he to live in London?
I think near Mr Vholes' office.
Very convenient for Mr Vholes.
He'll have Rick safely in his
sticky web.
All the better to consume him entirely at his leisure.
Stop!
I can't bear to hear Richard spoken about like that.
He has made his decision,
and I think we should allow him to know what's best for him.
Ada, Ada, I....
And I don't think we should discuss it anymore.
Is anything the matter?
Let me look at you, boy.
I'm a doctor. I'm not going to hurt you.
Wait a minute. Don't I know you?
Didn't they call you to the coroner's court?
I never done nothing, sir.
It's true, sir. He's a good boy, really.
- He was along with me at Saint Albans, sir. - Saint Albans?
Yes, sir. And a young lady took pity on him and took him home and nursed him.
He only run away in the night and left her with the fever.
And she nearly died of it, sir.
The poor little thing.
Is there anything you can do for him?
My guess is he has pneumonia in both lungs, and more besides.
Come on, then.
Let's find you a place where you can be comfortable.
Be careful of him, Mr Squod.
Are you sure you can manage it?
Don't you worry, Miss Flite. He's no weight at all to carry.
Poor wee scrap.
What's this?
General George,
my dear physician, Mr Woodcourt, sought my assistance
in finding a place for this poor young patient
and I immediately thought of you.
General George will help us out, I said.
Bring him over here, Phil. Lay him down.
The thing is, I don't want to take him to a hospital or workhouse.
He's terrified that he'll be found by a man
who's been harrying him and ordering him to go here and there.
A man called Bucket.
- Inspector of police. - I know him, sir.
And I've seen this boy before.
Not lately, though.
He looks very bad, sir.
I fear he is.
Well, he's welcome to stay here for as long as it takes.
One way or t'other.
That's very good of you, Sergeant George.
He seems agitated, like.
Jo.
Anything that we could do for you to set your mind at rest?
Is there a friend that we could call?
Mr Snagsby.
And the lady.
Could you tell her I never meant her no harm?
I shall, Jo.
I shall.
Thought you'd wish to know, sir,
Sir Leicester and his Lady came to town today.
Did they now?
She sent the maid away.
The pretty girl. The one you mentioned.
Gone.
Thought you'd wish to know, Mr Tulkinghorn.
Thank you, Clamb.
And how do you find yourself?
My poor lad.
I'm lucky, Mr Snagsby.
We're very cosy here.
I never meant to do it, sir.
Do what, Jo?
Make the....
Make the lady ill.
Near to die.
She's coming here herself, Jo.
You can tell her yourself.
Pray God he lives that long.
There's very little I can do for him.
Poor lad.
Hold up, my boy. Hold up.
We'll beat this, we will.
Don't let the other one come.
Inspector Bucket, Jo?
No, he won't come here.
No, the other one.
You know him, Mr Snagsby.
When I was took behind the big desk.
It was him...
set the....
He set the inspector onto me.
That's when all my troubles started.
No, no, Jo. He wouldn't harm you.
Who? Who do you speak of?
Why, Mr Tulkinghorn.
Tulkinghorn.
Well?
I thought we had an agreement, Lady Dedlock.
What agreement?
That you would take no action without reference to me.
You have violated that agreement by sending that girl away.
What possible harm can it do to spare an innocent girl from the taint of scandal?
- If I wish to protect my secret.... - It is not your secret any longer.
It is my secret in trust for Sir Leicester and the family.
I consider our agreement to be broken, Lady Dedlock.
And I reserve the right to take what action I see fit.
You must do as you wish.
And that is all I have to trouble you with this evening.
Wait.
Do you mean to tell Sir Leicester tonight?
No.
Not tonight.
Tomorrow, then?
It may be tomorrow.
Good evening, Lady Dedlock.
What's the matter, Jo?
I thought I was...
at Tom-All-Alone's again.
It's just a dream, Jo.
You're safe now.
You're with friends.
Not for very long, though.
I'm going, ain't I?
Moving on.
Like the copper said, right?
You don't have to go anywhere, Jo.
Where did you think of going?
Burying ground.
That's where.
By and by, Jo. Not yet.
It's getting
very dark.
I thought there'd be a light coming.
Jo, did you ever know a prayer?
No, miss.
Jo, can you say what I say?
Our Father...
Our Father....
...which art in heaven....
Art....
- In heaven. - Heaven....
Hallowed be....
Dead.
Dead, Your Majesty.
Dead, my lords and gentlemen.
Dead, your worships.
Dead, right reverends of every order and degree.
Dead and dying thus around us.
Every day.
Beg your pardon, my lady.
I thought you'd retired for the night.
Sir Leicester has retired for the night. I am going out.
Call for the carriage, my lady?
Not necessary, Mercury.
I simply want a breath of fresh air, that is all.
So will you be so good as to unbolt the door?
Very good, my lady.
At least the poor lad will have a proper burial.
Mr Jarndyce, he'll see to that.
Clergyman.
Brass-handled coffin.
All proper and shipshape.
He's a good man, that Mr Jarndyce.
That man bears a heavy weight of blame, Phil.
Mr Jarndyce, what's he done?
Not Jarndyce.
Tulkinghorn.
It all comes back to Tulkinghorn.
He's like the old enemy himself.
I'm going out, Phil.
Where you going at this time of the night?
Never you mind.
I'll be going home then, Mr Tulkinghorn.
All right, Clamb.
Goodnight then, sir.
Goodnight.
Beg your pardon, sir.
No harm done. Goodnight.
Who's there?
Who's there, I say?
You?