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You're going
to be side by side

all the way to Australia.

I intend
to find a rich man,

have him take me
as from here as I can go.

Cairo looks nice.

Could you take me to Cairo?

Herbert.
- Will you just stop?

So, Pip,
are you in love with her yet?

I told you, my intention
is not to fall in love.

Love is not
always the result of intention.

Do you love her?

Oh, Pip.

She conducts her business

through a Mr. Jaggers.
He's King's counsel.

Your signature,

or your shame.

Miss Havisham says to tell you
that your education is over.

Estella, no, no.

Estella, Estella, stop.

I'm in love with you.

I am looking for a boy
by the name of Pip Gargery.

Ladies and gentlemen,

who among you wasn't just
as foolish at this age?

You take your
fucking hands off me.

I was sent by Miss Havisham
and Miss Estella.

Let's go somewhere quiet.

That rum is
on my father's slate.

Nothing in your life is any more
on your father's slate.

From this moment on,
everything in your life

is on my slate.

Who are you?

The mouth of the Thames
tastes the best rum,

but you marshland savages
drink it all

before it gets to London.

How do you know Miss Estella?

Did you ever go hunting
sparrows in the fog?

Boy, look at me.

I swear to God,
I will get an answer.

Who are you?

He has the ear of God.

The knife came as a gift
with this brand new suit.

It slips into the boot.

A knife such as gentlemen carry.

I asked you a fucking que...

Not actually a knife
such as gentlemen carry, Pip.

Soon, you will learn
to tell the difference.

If you want to defend yourself
with a knife made of tin,

try it, by all means.

But if you want £5,000,

an apartment
in the heart of London,

a position in my practice,

and a pathway to the heart
of the girl you love...

If you want all of those things,
as I know you surely do...

Sit down, Pip.

Now, I know you can read,

so you will see the sum is drawn
for my company account.

The true identity
of your benefactor

is to remain a secret

at the insistence
of the benefactor.

Who else on Earth
other than Miss Havisham

would give me such a sum?

The Earth is a big place, Pip.

That you will learn.

You will learn it
because I will teach you.

Teach me what?

Teach you first to be a rat,

then a snake,

then a vulture

and then, with blood
dripping from your beak,

I will teach you
how to be a gentleman.

But now the night is cold.

I suggest you take
a swig of this

before we mount up and ride.

- Ride at this hour?
- Yes.

We have urgent business
in London.

Come.

I need to gather
my things and say goodbye.

No.

- My sister...
- Your sister and her blacksmith

will wake to find a check
of compensation

on their doorstep.

There is a girl who
deserves explanation...

There is a girl called Biddy.

And she is of no consequence.

Not at all.

The moment has come, Pip.

The most important moment
of your life.

Either you come with me now
or give me back the check.

You have ten seconds.

Will you allow
that same old church bell

to peel away your whole life,

hour after hour?

I will write my explanations.

Yes.

And the next time you see
any of the poor people

from this
miserable little village,

you'll be looking down on them

from a very, very great height.

Come on, Pip.

I like to ride quickly.

As if the Devil were chasing me.

Your horses appear
not to need rest.

Yes.

I start them young,
worked them hard,

as I will with you.

I will give my horse a rest.

Thank you.

Pip, you should know, in London,
horse troughs are mostly piss.

Having spent nine hours
on a muddy road with you,

I am curious.

Why did my mysterious benefactor
think it wise

to make a man like you
my guardian?

Because I am known to be evil.

Celebrated for it.

And your benefactor knows

that in an evil place
like London,

attachment to virtue
would be fatal.

You mentioned an apartment.
I need to rest.

No.

You will rest in your grave
and not before.

I hope your new boots
are waterproof.

We are walking through water?

No.

We'll be walking
into our appointment

through rivers of blood.

There, Pip.
Our business is at hand.

Central Court.

Chief Justice's office.

The doors will be unlocked.

Leave the beastly business
to me, Mr. Jaggers.

Mr. Jaggers, sir!

Sir, please.
Mr. Jaggers, I beg you.

My son has been
convicted wrongly

on the word of a watchman
who coveted my daughter.

I take no petitions
outside of my chambers.

Please, Mr. Jaggers.

Boy, you'd be better
letting it out

than swallowing it down.

Because the horrors
of this morning

have only just begun.

I have in my hand three keys.

This is the first of them.

It is the key to the door

of the outer perimeter
of the Old Bailey.

I read that within these walls,
only blind justice prevails.

Oh, Pip.

Your awakening will be
truly heart-wrenching.

It's not just the history
of the place that impresses.

It is the spirit of dread.

The joy of reprieve,

the horror
of the death sentence,

which makes the hairs
stand on end.

Prepare yourself, Pip,
for your first practical lesson

in the wicked ways
of this wicked city.

Dear God.

Yes.

"Dear God."

Was Chief Justice.

One of the four most powerful
in the Bailey

Over these past years,
he has been of great use to me.

You knew he was here hanging?

Yes.

I came yesterday forenoon
and found him.

But I had business.
Fetching you from the marshes,

Ah.

Why didn't you tell someone?

Because I need the old man
to sign some papers.

Petitions for pardon.

These are the last two he will
ever be able to help me with.

Alas.

You will forge the signature
of a dead man?

Yeah.

Like so.

And so.

With the steady hand
of a painter.

And in case his absence
from any subsequent inquiry

leads to questions of veracity,

I will also need the signature
of a witness.

My young Pip.

An honest boy from the marshes,

who saw with his own two eyes,

the old Judge sign
these petitions for pardon

at precisely...

5:35 in the a.m.

Nine hours ago I was drunk
in The Three Jolly Bargemen.

And now...

And now you are in the world
of gentlemen and commerce.

Your earnest wish
come true, yes?

By signing the parchment,

you will be saving
the lives of two men.

- Men who are innocent, yes?
- Oh, Pip.

I'm a lawyer.

Innocence and guilt
are not my concern.

I have read books about...

about murder.

It's not murder. It's suicide.

When they find the body hanging,

they will be able to tell
how long he's been dead.

They will not find
the body hanging.

The butcher we met
in the meat market

is coming to collect it.

Sign the parchment.

Not yet 6:00,
and already a profit of £20.

Come.

Mr. Jaggers, please.
You're my only hope, sir.

Please, just listen to me. Please.

Mr. Jaggers,
did my wife speak to you?

Our only son hangs
at Newgate tomorrow.

Yes, sir. I think she did.

You. Hush.

Mr. Jaggers, you said
if we raised, uh, £10...

Pip, you do not speak
unless you are being paid.

We've raised, uh,
£7 and four shillings.

Penny a word, farthing a pause,
halfpenny for a raised eyebrow.

He's only 15 years old,
Mr. Jaggers.

Sir!

In the name of God...

In the name of who?

Please, please appeal
to Mr. Jagger's heart.

Hmm?

Sir, please!

Mr. Jaggers?

Mr. Jaggers?

Be frugal with words here, Pip.

Spend them like gold sovereigns.

Mr. Jaggers, that man outside
in need of £2 and 16 shillings.

Since I am now quite wealthy,

I'd be happy
to give him that amount

to save his son
from the gallows.

Give me the check.

It is such a small amount
compared to this, Mr...

Pip.

There. Pity.

- Compassion.
- Mr. Jaggers, sir,

I spoke out of weariness.

Empathy.

Charity.

And the worst of all,
the unkindest cut of all,

- kindness.
- No, please, please.

Mr. Jaggers.

Please, I won't make
such a suggestion again.

I will explain to Mr. Rutherford
at the bank

the check was damaged
in the pursuit of the education

of a poor young boy
from the provinces.

Mr. Jaggers,
I'm not thinking properly,

Hmm.

It has been a very...
eventful day.

And a half.

And I really,
really need to rest.

My assistant, Mr. Wemmick,
will be here shortly

to take you to your apartment.

I have left
suitable clothing there.

He will have you change
and then return.

When you get back here,
you can begin work, copying.

Where are you going?

To save the lives of two men

and to find a replacement
for the hanging judge.

Father...

Mr. Jaggers has made me believe
London is a very wicked place.

Well, you may get cheated,
robbed and murdered in London,

but there are plenty of people
anywhere who do that for you.

Only if there is bad blood.

There's not much bad blood.

They'll do it, if there's
anything to be got by it.

That makes it worse.

You think so?

Much about the same,
I would say.

Mr. Wemmick, you seem
to be very plain-speaking.

And there is a question
I really need a plain answer to.

It is not unusual
for a wealthy benefactor

to wish to remain anonymous,
and that is how it will stay.

But you know who it is.

No, I do not.

You've heard of a Miss Havisham?

Indeed, I have.

And a Miss Estella?

Actually, it was I
who drew up the papers

for Miss Estella's
legal adoption 18 years ago.

Does Miss Estella
ever come here?

Why would she ever come here?

I don't believe
she's ever been to London.

Though I suppose
she might soon come to visit

to buy her wedding dress.

Now, this is yours to keep.

Mr. Wemmick, what wedding dress
you're talking about?

Miss Estella is due to marry.
It's all arranged.

I just completed due diligence
on her future husband.

And he... He is a very,
very respectable gentleman.

Made his money
from the import of nutmeg.

Will this fucking day never end?

Behold, Pip.

Your new home.

There. There.

Yeah. The, uh, pipe from here
to the river is ruptured.

It is on my list.

It's a long list.

One of many lists.

Pip, I have a list of lists.

Come on.

Oh, mind that.

Pip Gargery, you made it.

It's me. Herbert.

Good God, the boy
from the brewery.

What the hell is he doing here?

You know him?

Yes, I'm afraid I do.

Well, come on in.

I even have butter
for the toast.

I could hardly sleep
knowing you were coming.

Yeah.

Come in!

I kept the eggs
warm in my hands.

I thought you would be earlier.

On arrival in London,
I discovered

I already had urgent business.

Uh, Pip tells me
you two have met.

I think we are connected
via Mr. Jaggers.

Hmm. Pip beat me.

Oh, beat you at what?

Oh, I mean
he beat me with his fists.

I was provoked.

Well, it was over a girl
that we both, uh...

loved.

No, I didn't love her then.

Should... Should I stay
and referee?

No, we will be fine.

We are fine.

Everything is fine.

Thank you, Herbert,
for making me breakfast.

Thank you, Mr. Wemmick,
for showing me to my apartment.

Now, if you both wouldn't mind,
I just need to...

Eat your breakfast
and get some sleep.

Mr. Jaggers won't return
until after dark.

I'll do the copying
and credit you.

No matter what Mr. Jaggers says,
even in London,

kindness has its place.

Then I will try to keep a place
for kindness in my heart.

If you promise
not to tell Mr. Jaggers.

It would be a shame
to let the eggs go cold, Pip.

I feel you are
not quite yourself today, Pip.

One day ago, I was safe
with Joe and Biddy.

But now, I

I am looking at a boiled egg,

and seeing the face
of a high court judge,

strangled.

Goodness.

Herbert, would you mind terribly
if I went and laid down?

Of course.
I saved you the best bed.

Uh, it's just the first door
on your left.

(MAN BL

Step out of the carriage.

I'd know that voice anywhere.

Make your peace with God,
Mr. Compeyson.

Gentlemen, if this man
does me harm,

his name is Magwitch.
Abel Magwitch.

Transportee.
Escaped from Norfolk Island.

Magwitch, my friend,

you are quite
the miracle worker.

How the hell did you
track me down?

Because a man like you
will always make enemies.

I escaped the colony
the day after you did

and followed a trail of men
you'd robbed and swindled.

I read gold had been struck
in Bathurst beyond the pass.

I knew you'd go there.

I knew.

Not to dig
but to swindle those that did.

Magwitch, you know me well.

A gold rush attracts
the simplest sort of men.

Oh, taking gold from them
wasn't even a challenge.

And so behold

six boxes of gold nuggets.

Money enough for a lifetime.

Why don't you put
your guns away,

and we'll split down the middle

like we always used to
when we were rogues in London?

Compeyson,
it's not all yours to split.

No need to talk of division.

I'm not here for gold.

I'm here for one thing.

Vengeance.

See you in hell, Compeyson.

Fucking bast...

What the fuck
are you looking at?

Compeyson.

What did you do to that man
that was so wrong?

It was an affair
that started with a girl.

And now a boy.

It is the boy
who I am traveling to see.

Don't spare the horses.

My dearest Biddy,

it is now two weeks
since I left home,

and all is going splendidly.

And London is not the place
I imagined it would be.

"London is bigger,
wilder, madder

"and more beautiful
than anything

"that can ever be written down.

"And so, I will not even
try to express it."

"My guardian, Daggers..."

Actually I think it's "Jaggers".

It says,

"Mr. Jaggers has put me
to work in the counting...

"Counting houses of London."

Pip is in the counting house

counting out his money
with the King.

Like in the nursery rhyme
with the maid and the blackbird.

Joe, we don't have a king,
we have a queen.

But then who is Pip
in the counting house with?

I'm conducting business
in the counting houses

with Herbert Pocket.

In the exchanges,

I am becoming the more
well-known of the two of us.

And I have found
I have an affinity

for brokerage
and ship insurance.

"I am learning
to weigh and measure

"and count and assign.

"I helped judge
the fitness of ships to sail.

"A difficult task made easier

"by all the time I used to spend
at my bedroom window..."

What on Earth did he do
at his bedroom window?

"...where I used to gaze out
over the Thames

"and watch and record
all the ships

"that came and went
to serve our mighty empire."

Oh, how he loves the empire.

"I used to write down
the names of the ships

"and their size
and seaworthiness.

"I see the same names
on the inventories.

"Mr. Jaggers is quite astonished

"at my knowledge
of Thames traffic.

"So, perhaps all those years
were not wasted after all.

"But now, Miss Havisham,
to a more somber matter.

"It is something that weighs
heavily on my heart.

"In fact, a weight
beyond measure

"I heard from Mr. Jaggers'
assistant, Mr. Wemmick, that..."

Go on.

"I heard from Mr. Jaggers'
assistant, Mr. Wemmick,

"that Estella is
very soon due to be married..."

There was no point
troubling you with it

until it had all been confirmed.

"...married to a very
respectable gentleman."

And so he is.

The gentleman is
indeed very respectable.

What's the matter?

Haven't you always said
you wanted nothing more

than a wealthy gentleman
to come along

and take you off to Cairo
or somewhere?

Am I allowed to know who this
very respectable gentleman is?

Or do I meet him first
at the altar?

Do you know, your generation
are so supremely ungrateful.

I deliver a man dripping in gold

- and nutmeg...
- Nutmeg?

Yes, He made half
his money from nutmeg.

- I hate nutmeg.
- And now I have

all the bona fides
and the financial confirmations

as to the state
of his company affairs,

the wedding can take place.

How dare you presume...

Do I need to remind you?

If it weren't for me
pulling you up

from the running gutters
of Lewisham,

you would be selling
your pretty ass

for two shillings a time,
five times a night.

As it is, you will sell yourself
just the once,

for an income of £200 a year.

You will travel to London

and you will smell
the money and the nutmeg

and you will tarry
just long enough

to try your wedding dress!

I do this,
I do all of this to ensure

that you wear your wedding dress
for just one day!

And I shall be buried in mine.

Girls of your birth
really don't have choices.

LKING INDISTINCTLY)

"£40 a ton built, 1,200 tons.

"Ship's length to beam ratio,
five and a half to one.

"Black Ball Line, East Indiaman.

"£40 a ton built, 1,200 tons.

"Liverpool to New York
in 14 days.

"Three quarter ton
of illicit cargo."

Thank you.

"Liverpool to New York
in 14 days.

"Three quarter ton
of illicit cargo."

And this document will certify

there will be no flammable
molasses aboard this ship.

...laden with precious
ebony wood and then to Ceylon

for elephant tusks,
then back to Tilbury.

Shackles and manacles...
Indigo dyes,

drugs various and... slaves.

Slaves have
to be discharged at New Orleans,

where the trade is still legal,

and the good ship Novalina
to return to the Azores,

stripped of its chains
and renamed The Primrose...

Sir, forgive me. I'm looking
for a Mr. Carmichael Jaggers,

care of Drummle and Co.

So...

What is it that's so good
about this new boy?

What's good about him?

First of all, is that
he is a quick learner.

And second of all...

Second of all,
he has no religion

to get in the way
of my instruction.

Hmm?

And third of all,
he understands the river.

He grew up in its banks.

He knows the ships
like a directory

and when it suits him,

he speaks the dialect of the men
who sail them.

A common boy.

With ambition.

If he's so good,

why are you trying
to sell him to me?

I'm not selling him,
I'm renting him.

I have decided to go

into the marine
insurance business.

Then the Royal Navy fleet
must be on guard

for unexpected holes
below the water line.

The boy is my bridge
into the business.

And you chose me as a broker
because I am the best.

In the sense that you are
the worst, yes.

Just as I am the worst attorney.

In the moral sense.

What is your
immoral proposition?

For the majority of underwriters
in this city,

the most obnoxious problem
is fraudulent policy claims.

Indeed.

My proposition

is that you and I will only
underwrite insurance policies

we already know
to be fraudulent.

Why would we do that?

Because if a voyage ends
in shipwreck,

under a fraudulent policy,

I can always use
my abilities in court

to deny the claim.

My point being,

if we only ever underwrite
deniable claims,

then you will never pay out
on a policy ever again.

How on Earth would
we know in advance

that a policy we are
underwriting is fraudulent?

In around ten seconds,
you will find out.

Three...

Two...

One.

Come.

Pip, Drummle. Drummle, Pip.

Good morning, Mr. Drummle.

And a very good morning to you.

Snuff?

I don't.

Well, do.

I just told you.

I don't.

Bravo.

Sit.

Please do, take a seat.

I rowed out
to the former East Indiaman

of the Black Ball Line,

anchored at London Bridge
as you instructed.

And aboard, you got
to talking to the captain

in the captain's cabin.

Yes.

It is a very interesting ship.

It was built at £40 a ton.
She's 1,200 tons.

Her ratio beam to length is
five and a half to one,

which is the new
American dimension.

Designed in Boston, and...

Who the fuck discusses
beams and lengths?

I do.

As I told the captain,

ships and their design
is my interest.

Hmm.

Well, it is.

He took out some drawings
of the ship to show me.

I was impressed.

I asked after his destination.

And then you asked about
the cargo as I told you to.

Wedgwood porcelain,

silks of beams

and three quarters of a ton
of illicit gunpowder.

The captain
told you this himself?

Picture the scene, Mr. Drummle.

Pip sat there
on the couch, sweetly.

The captain wanting
to play the rogue.

He said if I didn't believe him,
he would show me below.

Go on, Pip.

I went below
and saw the powder for myself.

And then...

He led me to the shadows

and asked if I wanted
to sail with him

and share his quarters.

Just as far as Liverpool.

He said he would pay
for my passage back to London.

He tried to hold me.

Luckily, I'm strong.

I went back onto the deck
and rowed to shore.

With your valuable knowledge
secure in your head.

You see, Drummle,

when Pip was first put
into my charge,

I wondered to myself,

"How can a man like me
make use of such innocence?"

But make use of it
you surely have.

The boy
will hear many things.

Because who among us
does not want

to impress the impressionable?

A captain running gunpowder
to New York?

He would hang.

But blackmail...

It is too crude for gentlemen
such as us, Mr. Drummle.

The letter I had Pip
deliver to the captain

was a recommendation that he
should have his ship insured

for the journey to Liverpool
and New York

by Drummle Underwriters...

at premium.

A double premium policy
which we know in advance,

can never be claimed against.

Because I have
a rat in the river.

And should the claim
ever come to court,

Pip would be our witness

that the ship was carrying
a dangerous and illegal cargo,

which he saw
with his own two eyes.

Innocent as an oyster knife.

Mr. Jaggers, may I welcome you
to the world of marine commerce

with open arms?

And may I suggest

that if our
relationship prospers,

you will make
more money from this

than you ever did
from the importation of nutmeg.

May I also welcome you, Pip,

to Her Majesty's Royal Exchange
in all its glory.

That man imports nutmeg?

He made half
of his fortune from it.

And let me guess,
he's soon to be married?

Indeed, he is.

Mr. Jaggers.

Mr. Jaggers.

You just deliberately
introduced me to the man

who is planning to marry
the woman I love.

Indeed, I did. Yes.

Other than the fact
that you are evil

and celebrated for it,
what is your reason?

And what did you know
about that captain

before you sent me to his ship?

Pip,

let us find
a more suitable place

for what really ought
to be a celebration.

What exactly is it that we are
celebrating, Mr. Jaggers?

We are celebrating the fact

that you and I, Pip,

are going to enter Drummle's
marine insurance business

on a tidal wave
of his own greed.

Once inside, we will eat it,

digest it,

then shit it out
at the other end, for profit.

I said first, I would
turn you into a rat.

That is now underway.

Next, a snake.

Betraying your business partner.

Then a vulture.

We will turn your £5,000

into £50,000,

then £100,000.

We will use my money?

We are not using your money.

We are investing it.

For surety, I will match it
from my own pocket.

Break the ice, Pip.

Carry on.

Put the pieces in the bucket.

When you have £100,000,

then, perhaps your desire
to be a gentleman

will be fulfilled.

And once you are a gentleman,

the whole almighty
British Empire

will be spread before your feet
like the skin of a tiger.

Of course, you know
that I have another desire.

Estella.

Yes.

And if you help ruin
Drummle's business,

Estella might be freed
from her affiancement.

So, you are giving me
two motivations.

Avarice...

and love.

Two fine horses
to pull a heavy carriage.

It was I who
recommended Drummle

to Miss Havisham

as Estella's future husband,

so that he might serve
this very purpose.

You spend a great deal of time
on your strategies.

I sleep very little.

Will you join me, Pip?

My head is still spinning.

In pursuit
of avarice and love,

no matter what crime you commit,

I am the best lawyer in London.

And I will always find a way
to have all charges dropped.

Put the champagne on ice, Pip.

Now, pick up your glass.

Come on.

To liberty, love and money.

In any order of priority
you wish to put them.

Pip, that gentleman over there
is very well-connected

with the finest ladies
in Wapping.

If you accompany him upstairs,

you will get to meet
some of them.

And you can take your pick.

Hello, handsome.

I want to go home and...

and think about everything.

Go on.

And if I see you
at the exchange tomorrow,

I will know I've got a partner.

Pip.

Pip?

Pip, I... I've had a letter
from Miss Havisham.

Estella.

She's coming to London.

When?

Uh, the letter didn't say.
But she's coming.

I hear Miss Havisham
has found her a suitor.

Which one of us do you think
it is she will marry?