All language subtitles for The.Invisible.Woman.2013.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT.[eng].1

(WAVES CRASHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(INSTRUMENTS TUNING)

(CREAKING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(TUNING)

(SIGHING)

GEORGE: Our boys' curriculum
is very wide.

They perform a short play
at the end of every term.

Theater's an abiding
interest of my wife.

Ah, Mary,
tea if you please.
Yes, sir.

GEORGE:
Through the open door.

Nelly, where were you?

Mr. Benham has
been here since 3:00.

I'm so sorry.

Mr. Lambourne
has been organizing
the boys best he can.

I lost all sense of time.

Careful with
those corners, boys.

Yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.

NELLY: Thank you, Mary.

BENHAM: Ah,
Mrs. Wharton Robinson.
At last.

NELLY: I'm so sorry,
Mr. Benham.

I just kept walking.
Forgive me.

Dear boys,
let's go from
the third act.

Everyone get into positions.

ALL: Yes, ma'am.
NELLY: Thank you,
Mr. Lambourne.

Mr. Benham must not see
all our tricks quite yet

or there'll be nothing left
to show him tomorrow.

It is cold outside?

It is, but it clears the mind.

It would be good to decide
on the readings before
the end of term.

Of course.
Perhaps later.

Laurenson and Tanner,
are you ready?
BOTH: Yes, ma'am.

NELLY: Geoffrey dear,

don't forget, you come
in on the final line.

Sit there.

Coates, Watson, take those.

Thank you, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.

I recall no lion
in Mr. Dickens

and Mr. Collins' play,
Mrs. Wharton Robinson.

A little dramatic license.

I'm confident
that Mr. Dickens
would have let it pass.

(CHUCKLES)

Yates, if you could
drop the backing.

YATES: Yes, ma'am.

NELLY: Musicians.

Is everyone ready?
MR. LAMBOURNE: I think so.

ALL: Yes, ma'am.

NELLY: Boys,
remember your positions.

Let's begin.

(ORCHESTRA MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, my lads, the day
is breaking at last.

"Has broken" ' Hadley.
Mr. Dickens
was very particular.

Well, my lads, the day
has broken at last.

What do you say
to the weather now?

BOY 1: I am ready
to cross the mountain
with the gentleman,

if the others will go with me.

BOY 2: I can see for myself
there's a storm coming.

I smell the snow.
I feel the hurricane
in the air.

No money those
gentlemen can offer

will tempt me
to cross the mountain
with them today.

BOY 3: Tanner, your cue.

BOY 4: Well,
are you ready at last?

BOY 5: My patience
is at an end.

I'm sick and weary
of all this doubt and delay.

BOY 4: I'm your man.
I will guide you to
your journey's end.

Say when.
Now.

Are you ready?
I'm ready.

Come along.

Pull it taut.

Upright like a brigadier.

And thread it through.

Thank you.

Were you on
the beach again today?

Miss Brooke thought she saw you.

Yes.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

GEORGE: Look. See?
It is signed.
GOVERNOR: Really?

Apparently he modeled
the character of
Lucie Manette on Nelly.

Oh.
The families were very close
when Nelly was a child.

NELLY: I'm sure
he drew inspiration
from many people.

My wife adores his novels.

Of course,
he's often very funny,
but I find a little bleak.

One wonders what demons
raged in his mind.

GOVERNOR: Indeed.

GEORGE: Thackeray,
there's a writer.

George, you cannot compare them.

BENHAM: Oh, I agree.
I am for Mr. Dickens.

There are times
that I have envied
Mrs. Wharton Robinson

to have known him
even as a child.

A writer.

Yes, at times bleak,
but one who makes us laugh
at our own absurdity.

We see ourselves
clearly in all our folly.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

He's been dead
for some years, but yes,
he is still with us.

Thank you, Mr. Benham.

Oh, it is a subject in
which I sometimes run
away with myself,

as Mrs. Wharton Robinson
knows only too well.
(ALL CHUCKLE)

Run away. Run away.

I, for one,
am determined to
revisit him immediately.

Where would you suggest I begin?

MR. LAMBOURNE:
Martin Chuzzlewit.

BENHAM: Any novel,
but for brief pleasure,

I would suggest browsing
through a copy of

Dickens' weekly
literary magazine.

GOVERNOR: Oh.

Household Words.

A collection of many
of his writings,

and indeed,
chapters of his novels.

And I'm sure
Mrs. Wharton Robinson

would not mind if
you cared to borrow.

Of course.

My wife has nearly
every edition.

We have run out of shelves.

(ALL LAUGHING)

MARY: Sir.

GEORGE: Ah, good.
Thank you, Mary.

BENHAM: The Frozen Deep.

You have the text
of Mr. Collins' play?

Yes. It is not
a good play.

But I shall find you one.

David Copperfield.
David Copperfield?

For our readings.
Oh, yes.

Will you walk again tomorrow?

Perhaps.

May I join you?

I walk at quite a pace.

(WAVES CRASHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Welcome.
Welcome, Mrs. Ternan.
Thank you, Charley.

Oh, dear.

Um, yes, do be careful now.

MARIA: Oh, my!

Oh, Miss Maria.
Come inside.
Thank you.

Come inside.
Thank you. Ooh!

Miss Ellen, welcome.
(PANTING)

Oh, your glove.
Thank you.

I'm Charley Dickens.
Welcome to Manchester.

NELLY: It's so wet.

My father is waiting.

The others are already here.

MARIA: Nelly, look. See?

There we are.

Come on.

(PIANO PLAYING)

(HAMMER BANGING)

(THUDDING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MARIA: Look, Nelly.

Father.
CHARLES: Ah!

At last we have a full company.

Mrs. Ternan, welcome.

What a beautiful theater
you've built.

Thank you.
I'm glad, we have tried.

Miss Maria, welcome.
Thank you.

You had a good journey, I hope.

Yes, thank you,
Mr. Dickens.

MRS. TERNAN:
Quite comfortable.
Good. Good. Good.

And you must be
Miss Ellen Ternan?
I am.

You've met my eldest son,
Charley, of course?

He kindly rescued
my glove, yes.
Ah.

The gallant chevalier.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I introduce Miss Ellen

who is helping us
in our hour of need.

We wish your
sister, Fanny, well.

Is it the Haymarket
or the Phoenix Theater
we've lost her to?

The Haymarket.

She's so sad not to be here.

No, Nelly will give you
a wonderful performance.

I have no doubt.

Now, Mrs. Ternan,
Maria, you've met

everyone on our
previous rehearsals.

Miss Ellen,
may I introduce
our family of actors?

We have Mr. Lemon.
Delighted.

CHARLES: And Mr. Egg.
Welcome.

CHARLES: And our composer,
Mr. Berger.
Hello.

And Mr. Pigott.
Miss Sabine. Mr. Charles.

And I'd like to introduce
our author, Mr. Collins,
but as ever, he is late.

But here are some
of my own family.

My daughters, Mamey, Katey.

My sister-in-law,
Miss Georgina Hogarth.

Assorted sons,
Frank, Alfred,
Sydney, Henry.

And where is youngest boy?

Don't hide there, Plorn.
Come here.

And that is it, I think.

Uh, yes, of course, and my wife.

And half an hour.

Is that time enough,
ladies, for you to settle
your bonnets?

I'd like to rehearse,
but without our author,

Mr. Collins,
who is at last here.

Why am I always waiting, Wilkie?

Why must you always be late?

Because it irritates you,
Charles.

And it amuses me to
see you in bad temper.

Charles, I don't think
we can afford to cut it.

But it's too long.
It'll bore if it's too long.

It was too long in London,
it'll be too long
in Manchester.

Though it pains, Wilkie.
Cut, cut, cut.

It is done.

You can tell Mr. Egg
he's lost his last soliloquy.

No, you must do it as author.
I shall not deny you that.

(LAUGHS) You are
insufferable. And this?

And here and here.

Now, everyone,
please be careful.

Our little theater's
not yet complete.

Remember, we are rehearsing
Miss Ellen in today,
so let's be considerate.

Now I'm keen to review
the last act,

just the final entry
of Wardour and Aldersly.

So places, friends.

Now, Maria. Maria.
Yes.

We should have
you just here, I think.

Then Mrs. Ternan
and the girls.
And Miss Ellen...

Mr. Dickens, may I suggest
that the ladies are
slightly further upstage?

Yes. Of course.

WILKIE:
Have your officers trimmed
to your satisfaction?

Yes, excellent, excellent.
Very good.

Um, do you think I ought
to stand a little wider
for the entrance?

Yes, but not too much
for it's your face
and not mine

that'll be holding
the attention of
our audience, I feel sure.

Uh, Wilkie, are you ready?

I need you standing
at the back
if I'm to carry you in.

Are you ready?
No.

Yes, come on, come on.
Yes, yes.

Charley.
Just relax the arms.

Just a little less stiff.

Yeah?
Hmm.

(WHISPERING)
That's good, yes.

Should you not come?
I cannot carry myself.

Yes, yes, of course.

Do I speak after the gun?

After the gun
and you move downstage
to the middle.

MARIA: Frank! Frank!

CHARLES: Then my line,
"Saved, saved for you."

Then you've put me down here.
Yes, I have.

CHARLES: And I am footsore
and weary, Ciara,
but I have saved him.

Yes. That's good.
Then your line, Wilkie.

Where is Wardour?
Help him. Never mind me.

Mark, that's when you come down.

Wardour.
Dear Wardour.

Old friend whom
I have wronged,
remember and forgive me.

Very good,
you're forgiven.
(ALL LAUGHING)

Don't be afraid to project.
We have nearly
a thousand seats.

Catherine, do say
if you cannot hear us.

What?
We can hear you
very well, Charles.

CHARLES: Very good.
Everyone speak up.

Then, Maria, that's when
you come over here

and take me gently in your arms.

Here.
WILKIE: Sorry.

Richard. Richard,
look upon your old playmate.

And then music...
(PIANO PLAYING)

No, Berger...
Berger, not yet.

I'm just marking
through the cues.

It plays until
the curtain has fallen

by which time we kiss, then gun.

Bang. Then I'm dead.

And then epilogue.

This is a tale of woe.
This is a tale of sorrow.

A love denied.
A love restored to live
beyond tomorrow.

Lest we think
silence is the place
to hide a heavy heart,

remember, to love and
be loved is life itself
without which we are nought.

And then the curtain closes.
Loud applause.

Yet audible the crying of 2,000!

Thank you.
Bravo. Bravo.

Ladies, gentlemen.
Thank you, Maria.

WILKIE: Charles,
your last speech I think
could benefit from cutting.

CHARLES: You do?
I do.

Shall we discuss it?

Uh, yes, yeah.
Later.

She has something.

Come nearer.

Ciara.

Kiss me.

Sister, kiss me

before I die.
(SOBBING) No.

(SOBBING)

(PIANO PLAYING)

(APPLAUSE)

(APPLAUSE)

(ALL CHEERING)

(PIANO PLAYING EERIE MUSIC)

WILKIE:
♪ Queen Victoria

♪ Prince Albert
of Saxe-Coburg and Gothenburg

(ALL LAUGHING)

♪ Leopold
the First of Belgium ♪

William Thackeray!

(POUNDING PIANO KEYS)

No, no, no. It is not enough
that we play before
these mere mortals.

Friends, it is Manchester
who has given us
the highest accolade.

It is Manchester
whose approval
I have looked for,

and it is Manchester
who has bestowed
tonight's success.

Friends, we are victorious!

(ALL CHEERING)

Sir Roger de Coverley,
Mr. Berger, please.

(LIVELY DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

And again!

Strip the willow!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Back-to-back!

Gentlemen, change for
the British Grenadiers.

(ALL LAUGHING)

♪ Three corpse lay
out on the shining sand

♪ In the morning gleam
as the tide went down

♪ And the women are weeping
and wringing their hands

♪ For those who will never
come back to the town

ALL:
♪ For men must work
and women must weep

♪ The sooner it's over,
the sooner to sleep

♪ And goodbye to the bar
and its moaning ♪

(SOFTLY) Raise your arms
higher like a bird.

And then,
when you are ready,
give me your hands.

NELLY: (WHISPERING)
It's remarkable.

CHARLES:
Give me your hands.

There. Now you
are safe with me.

One of his magic tricks.

(CHUCKLES)

CHARLES: Where are you?
(ALL CHUCKLING)

(SHUSHING)

I'm on my own.

You are an admirer
of my husband's work,
Miss Ellen?

Of course.

At the moment,
I'm lost in Little Dorrit.

Until now, I thought Bleak House

would be the novel
that would stay
with me the most.

It has this alarming spirit
of unease.

Lady Dedlock haunted
by her past.

I keep coming back
to those pages
again and again.

(SOFTLY)
Yet there's so much
that makes me smile.

'Tis a fiction
designed to entertain.

Surely it's more than that.
It changes us.

CHARLES: Now you are,
you are back with us.

(ALL LAUGHING)

He will be up all night.

And cross all day.

(CHUCKLES)

Katey. Mamey.

CHARLES: Now, someone else.
Who is next?

Hmm?

Who is next?
Good night.

MRS. TERNAN: Hold the baby.
Hold the baby. She's gone.

Where is she?
Where is she? Is she safe?
Please tell me she's safe.

And now you are back
with us, Mrs. Ternan.

Back where?
MARIA: Mother.

Mother, I think
you were remembering
Fanny on the boat.

Oh. What did I say?

You were trying
to save her, Mother.
MRS. TERNAN: Oh.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dickens.

I think I may have
strayed into
some family history.

Oh?

My eldest daughter, Fanny,
was, um, thrown from her cot.

My husband and I
were traveling around
America some years ago,

and, um, our paddle steamer
was rammed by another boat,

and Fanny was thrown
up into the air

and saved, miraculously,
by a mattress.

The angels were watching.

Yes.
They were.

Extraordinary story.

I am done,
Mr. Dickens.

As am I.
I must go.

Tomorrow and tomorrow
and tomorrow.

Good night, Wilkie.
Good night.

5:00.

Bed.
Or breakfast?

MAN: Good night.

Thank you, gentlemen.

WOMAN: Good night.
Good night.

Maria, you broke
all our hearts tonight.
(CHUCKLING)

Everyone was weeping.

I couldn't hold back
the tears.
You were so good.

I did try to console her
in a hushed aside,

but all she could say was,
"Oh, so sad, so sad."
(ALL LAUGHING)

Such a good,
dear, pale little face.

You won't find a better Ciara.

Thank you, Mother.

I must get my angels to bed.

I'm too awake to sleep.

It's daylight.
Nelly.

MRS. TERNAN:
Everyone needs sleep,
Nelly dear.

This is my favorite time.

When the day is
creeping up on us

and we must put in order
the chaos of the night.

Stand guard once more,
ready for life.

A wonderful fact
to reflect upon,
that every human creature

is a profound secret
and mystery to every other.

NELLY: Until that secret
is given to another
to look after.

And then perhaps
two human creatures
may know each other.

Do you not think?

Yeah.

Has Mrs. Dickens
gone to bed?

Some time ago.

Mmm, yeah, well...

She has terrible headaches.

Sleep.

Sleep.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Why must you do that?

GEORGE: Do what, Nelly?

Flaunt my connection?

It is dull.

Dull?

To have known Dickens?

I was a child.

Yet to refer to him as bleak.

It is a misconception.

What?

I do not understand
what you are
talking of, Nelly.

This constant agitation.

(MOANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

CHARLES: "As we struggled on,
nearer and nearer to the sea

"from which this mighty wind
was blowing dead on shore,

"its force became more
and more terrific.

"When we came
within sight of the sea,

"the waves on the horizon,
caught at intervals above
the rolling abyss,

"were like glimpses
of another shore
with towers and buildings.

"As the high watery walls
came rolling in,

"and at their highest
tumbled into surf,

"they looked as if
the least would
engulf the town.

"As the receding wave
swept back
with a hoarse roar,

"it seemed to scoop out
deep caves in the beach,

"as if its purpose were
to undermine the earth.

"Ham watched the sea,
standing alone,

"until there was
a great retiring wave.

"When, with a backward glance
at those who held the rope

"which was made fast
around his body,
he dashed in after it.

"And, in a moment,
was buffeting with the water,

"rising with the hills,
falling with the valleys,
lost beneath the foam,

"borne in towards the shore,
borne on towards the ship.

"At last Ham neared the wreck.

"He was so near that
with one more of
his vigorous strokes,

"he would be clinging to it

"when a high, green,
vast hillside of water

"moving on shoreward
from beyond the ship,

"he seemed to leap up into it
with a mighty bound.

"And the ship was gone."

Truly, Mr. Dickens,
it is never so alive

as when it is spoken
by its author.

Thank you. Thank you.
Will you excuse me?

(CHUCKLES)
Ah, Mrs. Ternan.
Mr. Dickens.

It was remarkable.

Such control,
such mastery in
your performance.

Thank you. I am told
these readings double sales.

It was quite brilliant,
Mr. Dickens.

It was?
Yes. Yes.

Absolutely.
CHARLES: Miss Fanny.

(CHUCKLES)
We've missed you.

Well, not enough, it would seem.

Mrs. Dickens isn't here?
Uh, no, not today.

Oh, what a pity
to have missed it.
Mmm-hmm.

Oh, such a storm.

We were quite blown off course.

So, it did not disappoint?
MARIA: No.

NELLY: Well...
Well?

Nelly has read
every chapter twice.

I may have read
every chapter twice,

but I didn't really
hear it until now.

Hearing it spoken,
I felt I was in the storm.

I was there with Copperfield
seeing his friend drowned.

It was unbearable.

CHARLES: Yes, I...

I am glad.
(ALL CHUCKLE)

Charles, do please come
and talk to these gentlemen.

I've been entertaining them
for several minutes now,

but ultimately I feel
I am a poor substitute.

Wilkie, I am coming.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Where are you playing next?

They're engaged
to play Doncaster
for three weeks.

And what are you playing?

Uh, two tragedies and a farce.

Ah, a farce.
What farce?

The Pet of the Petticoats.

(LAUGHING)
The Pet of the Petticoats?
What a terrible title.

Yes.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

CHARLES: Well, um...

But very good races,
Doncaster. Excuse me.
Don't go away.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Catherine.

Yes?

Shall we sit together?

If you wish.

Well, no, if you'd
prefer not, I, um...

I did not sleep well last night.

Perhaps I will go to bed now.

Yes, of course, yes.

Wilkie has an idea
for Household Words.

A trip to the North.

He's calling it A Lazy Tour
of Two Idle Apprentices.

(CHUCKLES)

It might be a couple
of pages in it.

Where will you start?
Um...

Doncaster, I think.
Hmm.

Turn up the lamp.

You cannot write in this light.

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

CHARLES: She won!
She won!

Nelly, victory.

(CHUCKLING)

Nelly, you've won!

How much?
5 shillings.

5 shillings?

It was fixed.
It was fixed.

I hope you're not
a bad sport, Mr. Collins.

I am a very bad sport.
Then you must win.

So, what will you do
with your winnings, Nelly?

I shall spend it all at once.

No, I may spend
a half a shilling on
a copy of Household Words

just to be sure
the two apprentices

returned safely
from their lazy tour.

They did, though
they did not want
to go home.

But what of their families?

Well, they missed them
of course,

but they did
so enjoy being away.

MAN 1: Charles Dickens.

Charles, you've been rumbled.

MAN 2: Mr. Dickens.

Hello. Good day.
Yes. Thank you.

How very unexpected.

Thank you. Thank you.
(MEN CLAMORING)

Welcome to Yorkshire.
Will you write
a book about us?

Mr. Dickens,
great talking to you.

Miss Ellen.

WOMAN: Mr. Dickens.
Thank you.

MAN: I've read
all your stories.
Thank you.

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

Through there, please.

Watch it!
Yes, ma'am.

Give me that, Maria dear.

Thank you, Mother.

NELLY: Nearly there.
(SIGHING)

MARIA: Oh, home.

NELLY: Home. (CHUCKLES)

That's yours.

MARIA: Does that need washing,
do you think?
I'll put it in.

(HUMMING)

FANNY: This will not stretch
to another season.

I cannot mend
another sleeve again.

MARIA:
The cuffs are still good.

And there's lace
on the collar I can save.

Yes, I'll unpick it.

Maria, also this hem.

Thank you. Look.

ALL:
♪ To pine on the stem

♪ Since the lovely
are sleeping

♪ Go sleep thou with them

♪ Thus kindly I scatter

♪ Thy leaves o'er the bed ♪

(ALL LAUGHING)
MRS. TERNAN:
I'm collecting washing.

NELLY: Here.

♪ And from love's
shining circle

♪ The gems drop away ♪

This signed?

A souvenir.
MARIA: Where are my scissors?

FANNY: They're in the drawer.

It's to be treasured.

FANNY:
♪ When true hearts
are withered

♪ And fond ones are flown ♪

Oh, Catherine.

Um, excuse me.

(SNIFFLES)

Why are you up so early?

I must go to London.
Now?

There will be no train.

Well, then I shall walk.

It will take you all day.

Then it will take me all day.

(DOOR CLOSES)

SIR PETER:
So, here's perverseness.

(ALL LAUGHING)

No, no, 'tis Charles only
whom you would prefer.

'Tis evident his vices
and follies have
won your heart.

NELLY: I have obeyed you,
both in neither seeing
nor corresponding with him.

Yet I cannot
think it culpable if,

though my understanding
severely condemns his vices,

my heart professes some...

(STAMMERS) Suggests
some pity for his distresses.

(ALL LAUGHING)

BUCKSTONE: Egad, we'll have
the wedding tomorrow morning.

ARNOTT: Thank you,
dear uncle.

What, you rogue,
don't you ask
the girl's consent first?

ARNOTT: I have done that
a long time...

A minute ago and she looked...
Be hard to believe
she was so bad.

Yes.
For shame, Charles.

I protest, Sir Peter.
There has not been a word.

Because we can't hear a word!

(ALL LAUGHING)

BUCKSTONE: Well, then
the fewer the better.

May your love for each other
never know abatement.

And may you live
as happily together

as Lady Teazle
and I intend to do.

MRS. TERNAN:
That was very good, Nelly.

Really, Mother?

There is such clarity
in your performance, Nelly.

Oh, thank you, Fanny.

You looked so beautiful.
Thank you, Maria.

Mr. Dickens,
why didn't you tell us
you were coming?

A last minute impulse.

Mr. Dickens.
My dear Buckstone.

Always a pleasure
to have you
grace our theater.

Thank you.
A memorable night.

Miss Ellen,
you were simply splendid.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Arnott.
As were you.

And how is the writing,
Mr. Dickens?

My writing is ferocious.

I'm up at 7:00,
cold bath before breakfast,
then I blaze away until 3:00.

I fight not to be distracted.

Won't you sit?

No, I don't think.

It's very late.
You must be tired,
Mr. Dickens.

There's so much to do,
I don't know whether
my head is on or off.

ARNOTT: Nelly,
you must come and meet
my very good friends.

Thank you.
Yes, Mr. Arnott,
I'd be delighted to.

This is Ambrose.
Hello.

She is much in demand.
Mmm, indeed.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MRS. TERNAN: Come through.
Come through.

CHARLES: Thank you,
Mrs. Ternan.

(MATCH LIGHTING)

(QUIETLY) Fanny, Maria,
we need to feed our guest.
Yes, Mother.

CHARLES: Please do not
trouble yourself,
Mrs. Ternan.

There is some meat
in the larder.

And some fruit.
And bread.

Nelly, would
you bring a drink
for Mr. Dickens?

(CHUCKLES)

This is enchanting.

Ah, I see you have
Mr. Keene as the Moor.

I played his Desdemona.
May I take your coat,
Mr. Dickens?

I know. Thank you,
Mrs. Ternan.

And my husband was Iago.

Indeed. "Farewell
the tranquil mind."

Thank you.
Uh, would you sit?

It is the only chair in
the house that doesn't sag

should you shift
in search of comfort.

Well, I am warned.
Thank you.

We have ham and plums.

And some bread and some cheese.

This is charming.

NELLY: And wine.

Then I shall never leave.

MARIA: Oh, watch the...
Sorry.

(ALL LAUGHING)
CHARLES: And I didn't know
how I could get rid of him.

And then what did you say?

Well, what I should
have said was,

"Mr. Andersen,
though your Ugly Duckling
has delighted,

"you've slept in this room
for five weeks now
and you must go home."

But you did not.
I did not.

Why didn't you?

CHARLES: He doesn't
understand English.

He only speaks Danish,
and I'm not sure
he understands Danish.

I was tempted to learn
his language
so I could say to him,

"May you never
outstay your welcome
so long again."

(ALL LAUGHING)

And now it seems that
I have done the same.

FANNY: No, never.

I will thank you, ladies,
for a pleasurable night.

Life is nothing
without good company.

Congratulations, Nelly,
on your performance.

Thank you.

Good night, ladies.
Ladies, good night.

FANNY: Good night.
Good night.

This is a very pretty cottage.

Thank you.
If a little small.

(CHUCKLES)

The rewards
of our profession
are rarely monetary.

But I would have
it no other way.

No one is entirely
useless in this world

if they may lighten the burden.

(WHISPERING)
I didn't know he was
going to be there.

My daughters are
fine young women.

Sometimes, I'm anxious
for their future.

I understand.

If I may be of assistance
in any way?

I cannot risk
Nelly's reputation.

I hope that nothing
I could offer
would compromise her.

Good night, Mrs. Ternan.

Good night, Mr. Dickens.

Good night, ladies.

ALL: Good night.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN:
♪ Oh, my name is Sam Hall

♪ And I've robbed
both rich and poor

♪ And my neck
shall pay for all
When I die, when I die ♪

(CARRIAGE APPROACHING)

(WHINNYING)

MAN: Come on out.

Shilling a blow, sir?
Shilling a blow?

I shall give you 5
if you go home safely tonight.

I can play house, sir.

Want me as your wife, sir?

Where is your mother?

(CHUCKLING)

(BABY CRYING)

CHARLES: Last night,
I sat next to
a gentleman at dinner,

and he asked me in some fury

why it was that our city
should help those
who do not help themselves.

By "those" he meant
the many fallen women

that we see around us every day,

and their offspring,
many who rely on
this hospital today.

I replied,

"The two grim nurses,
poverty and sickness,

"bring these children
before you and preside
over their births,

"rock their wretched cradles,

"nail down their little coffins,

"pile up the earth
above their graves.

"Their unnatural deaths
form one third

"of the annual deaths
in this great town."

"But what of God?"
he piously replied.

"What of him?" I said.

"I feel sure God looks
leniently on all vice

"that proceeds from
human tenderness
and natural passion."

I hope we will, too,
and give generously tonight.

Thank you.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MARIA: Thank you, ma'am.
NELLY: Good night, sir.

Thank you, ma'am.

Good night.
Thank you, My Lord.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Good night.
Thank you.

Oh, I'm sure you can do
better than that, sir.

(CHUCKLING)

Maria. Fanny. Nelly.
Have we fleeced them?

MARIA: With every ounce
of our souls, Mr. Dickens.
(ALL GASP)

Thank you. Thank you.

I did not believe
we would raise
so much money.

Where does one begin?

They'll take some counting.

Yes. Yes.

Such an achievement.

We must celebrate.

Yes! We must!

CHARLES:
(CHUCKLES) We shall.

Here we are.
Please, Mrs. Ternan,
come through.

MRS. TERNAN:
Are you moving in
or out, Mr. Dickens?

CHARLES: I'm thinking
of letting it.

My wife prefers
to live outside
of the public glare.

London tires her

and Gad's Hill
is where she likes to
retreat with the children.

MRS. TERNAN:
Gad's Hill near Rochester?

Indeed, very close.
Walking distance.

Nelly was born in Rochester.

Ah, I was schooled in Chatham.

But my earliest memories
are of Newcastle.

Newcastle I do not know so well.

Please, sit down.
Make yourselves at home.

We have champagne.
(CHUCKLES)

Thank you, John.
Please, on the piano.

MRS. TERNAN:
Now did you ever see
Mr. Keene's Corsican Brothers?

CHARLES: Interesting.
I saw that melodrama
many, many years ago...

(CONVERSATION CONTINUES
DISTANTLY)

MRS. TERNAN: Nelly.

Thank you for
your hospitality, Mr. Dickens.
We must leave you.

Fanny has an audition
in the morning
and must rest her voice.

But, of course, of course.

MARIA: Uh, we have a wager,
Mr. Dickens,

on how much
we collected tonight.

I think 400 pounds,
but Fanny thinks more.

Then I shall count it
right away.

It must be banked tomorrow.

You'll be up all night.

Well, I don't sleep well anyway.

Why don't we help you?

Together it will
take us no time.

We have a rehearsal
in the morning.
No.

I could stay and help,
Mr. Dickens, with Nelly.

If you have no objection.
No, I...

(STAMMERING)

Well, yes, thank you.
Thank you.
(ALL LAUGHING)

Well, then, I shall
walk home with Fanny.

Very well.
Thank you, Mr. Dickens.

CHARLES: Thank you.
Good night, Maria.
Good night, Fanny.

We shan't be long.

507 pounds,

six shillings and thruppence.

We are rich.
Yes.

And they will be delighted

until the next time.

Do you like this life?

Constantly on show.

Constantly watched.

Well, it is not always
of my own making, but...

I do not think I would.
(CHUCKLES)

Well, I have my work.

It is a great foil.

They try, but they cannot
always find you there.

"They"?

Mmm, the hawkers,

the men who need
to make money
who look to trip you up.

And then there are the admirers.

Those who wish
you to be more than
you can possibly be.

And what is that?

Good, I suppose.

(CHUCKLES)

CHARLES: My father was sent
to a debtor's prison
when I was 12.

I worked in a blacking factory
thereafter,

sealing bottles
and sticking labels.

It was hateful.

Were you fond
of your father?
Well...

He was my first audience.

I honed my comic lines on him.

Mmm... (CHUCKLES)

I've told you too much.

You're too good at this.
You, now, you.

My father was an actor.

The son of a Dublin grocer.
Also in debt. Also dead.

When I was seven.

In an asylum.

I had a brother.

He died at 10 months.

Though how a boy would have
fit with three girls.

She is devoted to us.

Our life is unpredictable.

You are...

What?

You are so free.

She will sleep all night
if we leave her.

I will ask John to bring
the carriage around.

Nelly?

Nelly?

Tell me a secret.

What kind of secret?

Anything.

Something that
you've never told anyone

or perhaps never even
thought of telling.

My middle name is Lawless.

Now your turn.

Hmm.

Ellen Lawless Ternan.

That is my secret.

(EXHALES)

(SCRAPING)

She's barely 18.

I've never had
to concern myself
about you and Maria.

There's always
a tour for you
and your younger sister.

Mr. Buckstone's
already enquired

if Maria is free for pantomime.

But Nelly...

Nelly is different.

Her talent lies elsewhere.

I love her.

I love her dearly.

Charles Dickens is not
merely some opportunist,
some adventurer.

I am thinking
about what this life
can offer her.

I'm thinking about her future.

What future would
that be, Mother?

Our profession is hard enough,
even if you have talent.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SOBBING)

(SNIFFLES)

Go away, Fanny.

FANNY: I will stay out here
all day if I have to.

Nelly.

Did no one think
of telling me?
Nelly.

You are the truest person
I know in life,

but you are not an actress.

And what other arrangements
have been made which
I do not know about?

It's only because we care so.

Do you love him?

(SIGHS)

He is married.

That has not stopped him
falling in love with you.

(WAVES CRASHING)

NELLY: We discussed
Hard Times,

NELLY: We discussed
Hard Times,

but it just doesn't feel
quite right.

I don't know.
They're quite lost.

BENHAM: So I thought
Great Expectations

might be a choice
for our readings.

David Copperfield is,
of course, a contender,

but for me,
Great Expectations
wins out in the end.

Do you agree?

'Tis a fine novel.

Mrs. Wharton Robinson,

I see you are soulful,
distracted.

There is some...

As if...

...a part of you
is absent.

I do not wish to intrude.

You talk, I am sure,
to your husband.

No.

Not all wives do.

To confide in the person
you love the most,

well, sometimes that is hard.

George is a good man.

A very good man.
Of course.

But you are troubled.

Comes and then it goes.

But it returns.

I wish to help you.

I hope I can be someone
you can trust.

Really, I'm quite well.
You are not.

Please, Mr. Benham.

I will listen without judgment.

BENHAM: I am always here.

Come on, boys.
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Come on, Plorn.

The whole point of
the third leg is to give
you more speed.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh!

Useless boy.

WOMAN: It's time
to get you undone.

What's happened here?

Do you have enough to eat?

Thank you,
Mr. Dickens.
Good.

(SNIFFLES)

More gossip in The London Diary?

You could not keep it
quiet forever, Charles.

No matter.
You must deny it.

Rumors can always be denied.

Do not worry, it will pass.

And then you must stop this.

What if I do not want to?

Don't be foolish.

You cannot keep her a secret.

Yes, I can.

Plorn!
We'll do a hopping race.

Mamey. Katey.
Come on. Come on.

One leg.
Come on, are you ready?

Come here, come here, come here.

Come on. Quickly,
come on, Plorn.
You're so slow.

And ready, steady, go!

Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes!

MAN: Ladies, can I interest
you in some of this?

Close your eyes.
MARIA: Don't turn
around, Nelly.

Don't turn around.

Close your eyes.

Keep them closed until I say...

Open your eyes!
Happy birthday.

FANNY: Happy birthday.

That's lovely.
Oh, look.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Ma'am,
there's a Mrs. Dickens
to see Miss Ellen.

Mother.

MARIA: I shall cut the cake.

MAN: And he never
went home again.

And that was the first
and last time.

Mr. Ambrose? Have you
ever took to the stage?

NELLY: Mrs. Dickens.

I thought this
was the right house.

Won't you sit?

Such attention to detail.

(CHUCKLES)
It's all just paste
and glass.

You find us in disarray.

I'd heard that
he'd found you somewhere
close on the square.

My mother and sister
are to go to Italy.

Fanny is to be a governess
to the Trollope family.

Really?

Mr. Dickens, um, kindly
made the introduction.

My husband's always
been very generous.

Mmm.

Happy birthday, Miss Ternan.

Won't you open it?

It is a gift from Charles.

It was mistakenly
delivered to me.

The jewelers
naturally believing.

Charles insisted that
I delivered it to
its rightful recipient.

He is fond of you.

And you of him?

Silly question.

He is Mr. Charles Dickens.

In those early years together,

I could not fail
to be impressed.

But you will find
that you must share
him with his public.

They will be the constant.

And, in truth, you will
never absolutely know

which one he loves the most.

You.

Or them.

I do not believe
he knows himself.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I'm interrupting your party.

I'm far too old for parties.

There's not a soul
under 20 in attendance.

Well, Charles will be here soon.

And he's nothing
if not youthful.

Keep these for later.

(IMITATING FANFARE)

Ah.

(LAUGHING)

Good evening.
Happy birthday.

Are we too late?
We're too late.

MRS. TERNAN:
You've missed Maria's cake.

Oh, no! Say it's not so.
We haven't missed
all the fun, have we?

We thought you might
provide the fun.

WILKIE: Well, then there's
only one thing for it.

We must whisk
the birthday girl away.

Yes.

Nelly.

Say you'll come.

Where are we going?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Come through.
Come in, come in.

Caroline?

Nelly, follow me.

Caroline.

We have visitors.

CAROLINE: Wilkie,
why did you not say?

We are celebrating
a very special birthday.

Caroline, may I present
Miss Ellen Ternan?

It's her birthday today.

Happy birthday.
I've heard only good things.

Caroline!

A new painting.
(CHUCKLES)

It's unusual.
It's quite slap-up.

Is The Butler about?

Yes, yes, she's about.
Ah, here she is.

Squeals. There she is.
(LAUGHING)

Squeals.
And she squeals.

May I take your wrap and gloves?

Thank you.
I prefer to keep them on.

Please.

What a lovely home.

Yes. Yes.

Wilkie found it.

(HARRIET GIGGLING)

(CAROLINE CHUCKLING)

Charles christened her
"The Butler" on
their first meeting.

It is all a game with him.

She's very dear.

Does this offend you,
Miss Ternan?

Wilkie despises marriage,
and as a widow,
this suits me well.

We live very happily.

But you do disapprove, I see.

We have fallen in love
with men of standing,
Miss Ternan.

I am not in love.

CHARLES: (ROARS)
The giant's coming.

It is late.
Really.

It is too, too late.
I must leave.

Please excuse me, Miss Graves.

WILKIE: Charles,
will you stay for dinner?

CHARLES: Nelly?

Mmm.

CHARLES: And still
she is silent.

NELLY: Mr. Buckstone
has offered me
The World and The Stage.

It has a ridiculous plot.

A titled lady saved
from debt by her sister,
an actress.

Yes, but a very
amusing final scene.

And it was you
that secured me the role.

Did you mean
to deliberately
humiliate me tonight?

You did not like Miss Graves?

You cannot expect me
to associate with a woman

living so openly
with a man outside
of marriage.

Oh, Nelly... Nelly... Nelly!
Entertaining guests
as if she...

(LAUGHS)
I do not wish to
appear ungrateful.

You have been generous.

Some might say
too generous to my family.

But I did not realize
that I was
to be your whore.

Nelly.

Nelly.

Nelly, it was a mistake.

Did you send
Catherine to me?
Yes.

She is the mother
of your children.

How could you be
so cruel to her?

And for that,
I shall always be grateful,

but I do not love her.

She comprehends nothing.

She sees nothing.

I thought if she saw you,
then she would understand

that I have nothing with her.

I wanted her to see it.
"It"?

What is "it" ' Charles?

What is it that we are?

(SOBBING)

When your wife asked me
if I was fond of you,

I could not honestly reply.

I wanted to say no!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Can I be of assistance, sir?

Is this young lady
troubling you, sir?

Uh, thank you.
She is not troubling me
at all. All is well.

Very good.
Good night, sir.

Nelly?

Nelly.

May I come in?

Nelly.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(HAMMER BANGING)

CHARLES: I used to walk from
the Aldwych to Highgate,

then back to Westminster,
then on to Millbank.

NELLY: You've London
in your blood.

I do.
I walk at quite a pace.

Good day.
Good day.

CHARLES: And I'd walk
to Putney and...

(LAUGHING)

I've done that walk.
Yes.

You don't believe me?

Father.

Charley.

What are you doing here?

I walk this way if
I've taken an earlier train.

(STAMMERING)
You remember Miss Ellen?

Of course.

Charley, you look well.

I am quite well.
Thank you, Miss Ternan.

Charley is working in the city.

How clever.
Not really.

It's a friend of Father's.

I still have the glove
which you rescued for me.

I would have been
most unhappy
to have lost it.

They're my favorite pair.

I am sure you would
have found another.

Well, I am already late...

Yes, yes.

Father.

Will we see you at home?

Yes.

Good day, Charley.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Charley.

What is it?

It's a letter in The Times.

It's from Father.

I can't read it.

Would you read it?

Read it to me.

"There is some
domestic trouble
of mine,

"longstanding,

"on which I will make
no further remark,

"it being of a sacredly
private nature.

"However,

"it has lately been
brought to an arrangement

"which involves no anger
or ill will of any kind.

"My wife, Catherine, and I
have decided to separate.

"The whole origin,

"progress
and surrounding circumstances

"have been throughout
within the knowledge
of my children.

"It is amicably composed,

"and its details have now
but to be forgotten by
those concerned in it.

"I most solemnly declare
that all the lately
whispered rumors

"touching upon my association

"with a certain young lady
are abominably false.

"Upon my soul and honor,

"there is no one on earth
more virtuous

"and spotless than
this young creature.

"And whoever says otherwise,
after this denial,

"will lie as willfully
and as foully
as it is possible

"for any false witness
to lie before
heaven and earth."

(SOFTLY) Thank you.

(SOBBING)

He's an honorable man.

And you, Nelly,
are a beautiful...

Mother.
...clever,
wonderful young woman.

But he cannot marry me.
No.

He cannot.

But I have been married,

and it is at times
the loneliest place.

What do I do?

Um...

Fanny and I leave for Italy
at the end of the month.

You could come with us.

Um...

I can arrange a passage.
It's easily done.

WILKIE: He's burnt
a lifetime's correspondence,
Nelly. Nelly, listen.

He's even asked me to burn
all our correspondence.

There is an insanity
to his behavior.

No, he's not insane.
He's distraught.

And I am not?

You have a choice.

You can distance
yourself from him.

You could find a new life,
a different life.

A different life?

What different life?

What life is there for me?

He is a good man...

Trying to be a good man.

But he is a great man.

You see him, Nelly.

I watch you together.
You see him, he sees you.

What more does one want in life?

CAROLINE: Wilkie.
I'm coming.

We have to break
these conventions.

Smash them up.

We're the pioneers.

Pioneers?

You men,

you live your lives
while it is we
who have to wait.

You see a freedom
which I do not see.

CAROLINE: Wilkie.

The Butler will not sleep
if I don't read to her.

My name is whispered with yours.

Yet I have nothing.

Nelly.

I have no regrets.
Charles...

I have broken something
which needed breaking.

I have finished it.

Yes, it is finished.

No, no, no.
The book.

I have finished the book.
Here.

You do not like it?

No.

I like it.

I like it very much.

Wilkie thinks I should
change the ending.

No, you must not.

To bring Estella and Pip
together at the end
but not to unite them.

She is changed.
That is enough?
Yes.

It is a sad ending,
but Estella
finds her heart.

She finds
an understanding at last.
Exactly.

And at times...

Pip is not heroic.

He is filled with the vanities,

the ambitions,
the flaws in all of us.

Yes.

I know what I have done,

but to stay as it was,
I cannot when my heart...

Nelly.

In an earlier chapter, Pip said,

"You are part
of my existence,
part of myself."

I remember.

"You have been
in every line
I have ever read.

"You have been
in every prospect
I have ever seen,

"on the river,
on the sails of the ships,

"on the marshes,
in the clouds, in the light,

"in the darkness,
in the wind, in the woods,

"in the sea, in the streets.

"You have been the embodiment
of every graceful fancy

"that my mind has ever
become acquainted with.

"Estella.

"To the last hour of my life,

"you cannot choose but
remain part of my character.

"Part of the little good in me.

"Part of the evil."

Let us go away.

(PLAYING PIANO SCALE)

(DISTANT MURMURING)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

CHARLES: "'Now,
touch my face with yours

"'in case I should
not hold out
till you come back.

"'I love you, Mortimer."'

"The discovery was hers.

"'Observe, my dear Eugene,

"'while I am away, you will know

"'that I have discharged
my trust..."'

"'...so much, John dear,
and since you do,

"'I am sorry that
these shoes are
a full size too large.

"'But I don't want a carriage,
believe me. "'

(INQUIRING IN FRENCH)

(CHARLES REPLYING)

CHARLES: I have agreed
to 50 more readings.

In Manchester, Glasgow
and Dublin.

And I've been asked to
give a reading in Paris.

Shall I come with you?
Well...

There are whisperings, Nelly.

Where?
In Paris.

And if they're in Paris,
then they will
soon be in London.

I've been out of circulation.

Then you must go.

Yes. It is what I am.

No, I shall not go.

No, you shall.
No, no, no.

My mind is made up.
I shall not go.
No, you will.

(CHUCKLES)

Sorry, ma'am.
I didn't see you there.

It is quite all right, Mary.

I will do it.

Is there anything else, ma'am?

The guests will
be arriving shortly.

That is everything.
Thank you, Mary.

(DOCTOR SPEAKING FRENCH)

Mr. Tringham, I am sorry.

Even when they are
perfectly developed
at birth, it happens.

I need a signature.

It is necessary.

Will he have a burial?

Yes, of course.

Certificate of Death

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

CHARLES: Nelly,
have you left
the keys on the table?

I believe an English family
wish to take the house
for the winter.

Nelly?

Say something.

Say something!

We shall miss our train.

(SOBBING)

All passengers
arrived from France.
This train for London.

CHARLES: I think we're in
the last compartment here.

MAN: It's Mr. Dickens.

Thank you.
We're in here, I think.

Mr. Dickens, sir.

My wife says
she should marry
Rokesmith and be done.

Perhaps the next chapter.
I'll tell her.

CHARLES: That's for you.
Thank you very much.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

Sleep, Nelly,
and when you wake,
we shall be home.

(SIGHS)

(CRASHING)

(DISTANT SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

PORTER: Gentlemen, please.
Someone open
these carriages here.

And your wife?
Is anyone else
in this carriage?

Excuse me.

MAN 1: Help!
MAN 2: Over here!

MAN 3: Please,
they are hurt.
BOY: Help!

MAN 3: Take the weight
on your other leg.

PORTER: Sir?

Sir?

We're asking everyone
able-bodied

if they could help
with the most injured.

We need all the hands
we can get.

Nelly.

Nelly.

PORTER: Sir?

Excuse me, sir.

Could you come and assist me?

Is it Mr. Dickens, sir?
Yes.

Were you traveling alone, sir?

(SOFTLY) Go.

Mr. Dickens.

Were you traveling alone?
Go.

Go. Go.

Sir?

Yes, quite alone.

This woman is in need
of assistance.

We are dealing
with the most injured first.

Yes, I'll do what I can,
but you must attend
to this young woman.

PORTER: Madam,
I will get one of these ladies
to attend to you.

Ladies, please.
This way, sir.

Yes, we're with her.
Please, will you
attend to her?

We're with her.
I have brandy here.

Uh...

Sir?
WOMAN: Don't worry. Stay here.

PORTER: Check who's inside.

Ah.

PORTER: Sir, press down
as hard as you can
to stop the blood flow.

CHARLES: Sir, this is brandy.

We will find assistance
for you as soon as possible.

Porter, we need to release
all passengers

from the train above
so they may help
with the injured.

All able-bodied gentlemen,
bring their hats to this tree.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

BENHAM: Ellen Ternan?

Yes.

That was my name.

You have always known this?

Suspected.

Things you said.

Comments.

Memories of Mr. Dickens
that were not
a child's memories.

I saw him read once.

It was magical.

One forgets that
he was more than writer,
more than actor.

I have lived my life
in the pages
of those novels.

I should not have
expected their author

to have lived so quiet a life.

CHARLES: The house
is to your liking?

Yes.

I'm happy to see the castle
from the window.

There's a fire in every room.

And I've taken the liberty
of employing a nurse
who will attend to you.

She's a local woman
but of good kind.

It's a sleepy market town
with a very fine butchers.

And the church
is newly restored,
which you must visit.

The fast train
from Paddington
takes 18 minutes.

Or alternatively,
there's a train to Windsor
from Victoria or Waterloo,

which also serves well.

Nelly?

It's as if it's floating.

You will come to see me?

Yes. Of course.

Weekly?

Mmm, twice weekly.
More.

And if I should need anything?

You need only ask.

And should I expect you
at weekends and holidays?

Yes, but my family...
Of course.

When you can.

Yes.

And shall we keep Tringham?

Yes.

Then this is how
it is to be now.

Whatever I have
tried to do in life,

I have tried with all
my heart to do it well.

Whatever I've
devoted myself to, I...

Don't, Charles.

Don't explain.

There's nothing to say.

Everyone has their secret.

And this is ours.

Yes.

NELLY: I was not a child
when I met Mr. Dickens.

I was 18.

It wasn't easy, our friendship.

Yet there were days
of such joy,
such celebration.

And we'd talk
and laugh together.

He knew he'd leave me first.

That he would die first.

Charles understood
that however painful it is,

we're alone.

Whoever we're with,

we are alone.

He was right.

Great Expectations.

He wrote an ending.
It was his first
instinctive ending.

A good ending.

Pip and Estella do not
come together.

Pip sees that
she will never be his.

Later they wanted him
to change it.

Some people thought
it too brutal.

So instead...

Pip's final words are...

"I saw the shadow of
no parting from her."

He ends the book in shadows.

In uncertainty.

In haunting.

And that is where
I have been living.

Do you see?

Yes.

I will not live there anymore.

Nelly.

You're late.
It's nearly dark.

Where have you been?

George.

I am here.

I am here.

Are you quite well?

Yes, George.

Are you sure?

I walked with
Mr. Benham today.

We talked about Mr. Dickens.

Yes.

George...

The memories of a child, Nelly.

(ROARS)

Geoffrey.

Oh, Geoffrey.

You will frighten our guests.

I think he was trying
to frighten his mother.

Geoffrey.

Go on, take your place.
Yes, Mama.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Nelly.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INAUDIBLE)

HADLEY: Well, my lads,
the day has broken at last.

What do you say
to the weather now?

I say the weather will do.

I say doubtful.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

I can see for myself
there's a storm coming.

I smell the snow.
I can feel the hurricane
in the air.

No money those
gentlemen can offer

will tempt me to
cross the mountain
with them today.

BOY 1: Well, are you
ready at last

to cross the mountain
with us or not?

BOY 2: I say yes,
if the others
will say yes, too.

BOY 3: I say no!

BOY 1: I am mountain boy.

I know the pass up there
as I know my ABC.

BOY 3:
You know the mountain.
If you risk it, I will.

BOY 1: I'm your man.
I will guide you to
your journey's end.

Say when.
BOY 3: Now!

Are you ready?

BOY 1: I am ready.
Come along.

(WAVES CRASHING)

(WAVES LAPPING)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(APPLAUSE)

(INAUDIBLE)

This is a tale of woe.

This is a tale of sorrow.

A love denied, a love restored,

to live beyond tomorrow.

Lest we think silence
is the place to hide
a heavy heart,

remember, to love
and be loved is life itself

without which we are nought.

♪ 'Tis the last rose
of summer

♪ Left blooming alone

♪ All her lovely companions

♪ Are faded and gone

♪ No flower of her kindred

♪ No rosebud is nigh

♪ To reflect back her blushes

♪ And give sigh for sigh

♪ I'll not leave thee,
thou lone one

♪ To pine on the stem

♪ Since the lovely
are sleeping

♪ Go sleep thou with them

♪ Thus kindly I scatter

♪ Thy leaves o'er the bed

♪ Where thy mates
of the garden

♪ Lie scentless and dead

♪ So soon may I follow

♪ When friendships decay

♪ And from love's
shining circle

♪ The gems drop away

♪ When true hearts
lie withered

♪ And fond ones are flown

♪ Oh, who would inhabit

♪ This bleak world alone? ♪