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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.

I'm a lawyer.

Innocence and guilt are not my concern.

Am I allowed to know

who this very respectable gentleman is?

Or do I meet him first at the altar?

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.

Girls of your birth really don't have choices.

I'm here for one thing.

Vengeance.

It is the boy who I'm traveling to see.

You just deliberately introduced me to the man

who is planning to marry the woman I love.

Indeed, I did. Yes.

And if you help ruin Drummle's business,

Estella might be freed from her affiancement.

Pip...

Estella.

She's coming to London.

Estella!

Come back here!

Estella, my love.

Didn't you know they always change the locks.

The only way out is to change the world.

And how do we do that, Pip?

How exactly do we change the world, you and I?

You have a big day today, Estella.

Listen to the bells.

It's time to wake up.

Estella, did you hear me?

It's time to wake up.

Why have you locked the door?

Because I want to change the world, Miss Havisham.

What are you doing?

Open the door!

All night I pressed your clothes

and polished your shoes instead of sleeping.

That is how important the day is.

Wash especially well.

He deals spices, he will have a particularly sensitive nose.

Wash everywhere.

Leave your hair. I will tie it up.

Your carriage leaves in one hour.

- Morning, Pip. - Morning.

At 11:00, we will be graced by a visit from a dealer in cotton

from somewhere in the Yankee colony...

Josiah King from Savannah Georgia.

And Mr. Drummle, of course, America is no longer a colony.

My grandfather was killed and scalped

by Yankee savages in 1776,

I refuse to acknowledge their temporary independence.

But you do do business with them.

Drummle and Co. will happily do business with the devil himself.

Do business even with the French.

Then you might want to read this from a Monsieur Dorget.

Light the fire, boy.

We crossed paths in The Phoenix last night.

He is seeking insurance for a cargo of furs.

His ship is in from Montreal and docked at Wapping.

I've made acquaintance with the landlord of The Phoenix.

He previously listened in on conversations for me.

He said Dorget booked a private meeting room

to meet with a Jamaican planter called Thompson.

You are a very, very enterprising boy,

Dorget plans to run furs from Montreal to China.

But on the way plans to pick up human cargo in Hispaniola

and take them to Kingston.

I've agreed to pay the landlord

two shillings a week for information.

I expect recompense.

I will give you three shillings a week.

And tell the Frenchman I'm interested in doing business.

In fact, I'll draw up papers.

He dines at The Phoenix at midday,

I'll see him there and he can sign.

After that, you will have to row your little boat back quickly

to be in Covent Garden for two.

You will take...

my 11 o'clock Yankee off my hands,

and take him to dine in the Blue Posts in Drury...

...Lane.

Then you will arrange

the afternoon's entertainment for him.

I'm told the Yank likes women

who speak with a fine English accent, so...

See if you can find some actress who works at Drury Lane

who performs Shakespeare.

She can perform Lady Macbeth for him.

I'm trusted with entertaining clients so soon?

Today I'll be busy.

The woman I'm planning to marry is coming to London.

We have a half hour booked in the presence of a chaperone.

So who is she,

this girl?

Some sort of orphan so her stock is uncertain.

But she has been raised

by the daughter of an associate of my grandfather.

And I'm told this little orphan

is pretty as a fawn.

I am done with actresses.

I need a well-built vessel

whose cargo

will be my son and heir.

Cordial today, I imagine, after yesterday.

No. Rum.

Bermudan rum.

Ginger water with it?

No.

Rum should taste like rum.

A little young to be a connoisseur.

Another.

Before midday?

Does the Frenchmen have his table booked?

Yes.

Did your employer compensate you for my fee?

Yes.

He is very pleased with me.

That's me.

Pip, the river rat.

Pip, the spy.

And one more before business, Isaac.

Beware of him.

The marks on his arms tell me he was a Corsair.

Not just a slaver, a pirate.

He presents himself as a businessman,

but the brute can't even read.

Monsieur Dorget.

We were just speaking about you.

Is the answer yes or no?

Mr. Drummle says yes.

- From Wapping to Peking. - All the way.

- Cargo of furs. - Salted and smoked.

Underwritten comprehensively.

Comprehensively insured by Drummle and Company.

Good. Nothing hidden in there.

Nothing hidden.

Your cordial and water, Mr. Dorget.

Uh-huh, cordial.

When I was foolish, rum almost killed me.

Then I'll have another rum.

Assassinate all hesitancy.

I have a clerk.

We'll go through the papers together.

You can come back this afternoon.

Or if you wish, I could just read the papers out to you.

And why would you do that?

It would be quicker if I were to read the contract out,

and as long as you are happy with it,

you can make your mark.

Make my mark?

Actually, sir, I know French.

My balls have dropped a long time since.

Pip...

The boy with balls wants me to make my mark.

I will forgive you because you're young and you're drunk.

But you can throw your fucking papers on the fire.

I will require you to take that back, sir.

If you insult a gentleman before a witness,

you must expect to be told to withdraw.

I am not drunk.

Apologize, Monsieur Dorget.

You wanted me to make my mark.

I will make my mark!

You must be Mr. Dorget.

I am the boy's master.

Mr. Dorget...

As I was saying, as his master,

I would like, on his behalf, to apologize.

Jaggers' pistol is always loaded.

Sit down.

Point it anywhere but at me.

Now...

I understand you have a cargo which you wish to insure.

These papers will be your indemnity.

Mr. Dorget...

Now, make your mark on the fucking paper,

or spend the next ten years in Newgate.

Give me that.

Outside.

Pass me the ink.

No, I've had enough.

One more sip and you will be cleansed of all the others.

There.

I need you sober

'cause I have an important job for you this afternoon.

I'm busy this afternoon.

Have you tried opium yet?

Not yet.

Well...

It calms you

where rum enrages you.

I haven't been calm since I arrived in London.

I'm due in Covent Garden.

I have to introduce an American cotton planter

to his Lady Macbeth.

Drummle's American is already taken care of.

I've done business with him before.

I know what he likes, and it isn't Shakespeare.

Sexual preferences more resemble the works of Dante.

I'm having him escorted to the Elephant and Castle.

You know, for all I try, Mr. Jaggers...

I don't think I'm suited to this life.

Then change.

Do people change?

I was once a boy who loved to go fishing.

And one day it was I who took the bait,

and swallowed the hook.

What bait?

Whose hook?

As I say,

this afternoon, I have a job for you.

The chaperone who was going to sit in with Drummle

and his future wife has complained of a stomach upset.

They need someone to be in the room with them

as they have their inaugural conversation.

A requirement dictated by etiquette.

Why are you telling me?

Because I need you to be at the exchange at precisely 1:30

where you will sit, in silence, in the office,

in between Drummle and Estella Havisham

as they meet for the very first time,

and engage in what I'm sure will be

half an hour of sparkling and coquettish conversation.

You've told Drummle that I will be his chaperone?

You do these things purely for your own fucking amusement.

Move!

Shit.

The thing is, Pip,

if you really want to win Estella,

you will need more than love.

You will also need hate.

When Dorget's ship leaves Hispaniola

with its human cargo,

it will be breaking British maritime law

forbidding the transportation of slaves.

But it is we who are insuring the ship.

And it is I who has already sent a message

to the Royal Navy blockade outside Hispaniola,

ensuring that Dorget's ship will be seized.

Dorget will be hanged as a slaver.

He will hang?

A just reward for his evil trading, don't you think?

And what of us?

We are liable as accomplices...

No, it will be Drummle who will be the legal accomplice.

We will ensure that only Drummle signs

the insurance papers for the ship.

And if it can be proven that Drummle was aware

of the nature of the cargo when he insured it,

he will be tried for complicity.

How can it be proven?

You and I together will give evidence against him.

At the very least, his assets will be taken,

and we will lay claim to them by way of unpaid debts.

And the slaves aboard the ship will be freed.

That is the other consequence of your plan.

Of no consequence to me.

You've alerted the Royal Navy to such ships before, Mr. Jaggers.

If there was a profit in it.

How many times, Mr. Jaggers?

Pip Gargery...

To be complicit in such a strategy

where a man will hang,

and another will be ruined,

you will need to not only love Estella,

you will also need to hate Drummle.

And I am sure that after listening to Drummle

talking spite and drivel

to the woman you love for half an hour,

I have no doubt you will have enough hate in your heart

to make you come on board with the wicked plans

of the evil Mr. Jaggers.

Learn never to be drunk,

but never to be sober.

Get to Drummle's now or you'll be late.

Punctual as ever.

I imagine the lady will exercise her prerogative and be late.

How do I look?

You look fine.

Fine?

Commanding.

Good. Thank you.

As... As with a horse,

one must take command immediately.

I have had my hair cut.

It's...

Shorter.

It is in the style of Lord Melbourne.

Yes.

You look very much like a prime minister.

What do you smell in the air?

Tobacco.

Nutmeg.

I want her to know me with every sense.

Except for touch, of course.

Of course.

Where do you want me to sit?

Umm...

You sit here.

Oh, and please understand that according to convention,

a chaperone, no matter what happens,

does not say a fucking word.

Understood.

Take command, Drummle.

Take command. Take command.

This way, Miss Estella.

Madam.

Come.

Miss Estella Havisham, Mr. Bentley Drummle.

Yes, yes, I know it is the normal convention

that the chaperone should be a woman.

We were let down in the last moment.

My servant here is just a boy.

You can plainly see he's not a man.

So I hope we may proceed?

I believe it was agreed we have

a half hour in each other's company.

It is now almost quarter two.

We should talk until 13 minutes past.

How was your journey from... Um...

My journey was fine, thank you.

- You live by the river? - Yes.

Where the river is very wide.

And where the fog

makes everything terribly mysterious.

Mmm-hmm.

My ships pass down the river.

Maybe you've seen them.

They are very large ships.

I have no view of the river.

Though I understand

some in the village spend all their waking hours

staring at the passing ships.

Hmm. Hmm.

Mine are very distinctive.

They have sails beetroot red.

Large, huge sails.

And they sail to the East to collect nutmeg.

I'm allergic to nutmeg.

Good.

Do you...

Do you like to walk?

If I have somewhere to walk to, I walk there.

I walk to think.

And what do you think?

That depends on many things.

Mostly, I think about business, money,

- big ships and... - And nutmeg?

My great uncle knew your grandfather.

It seems everyone is connected to everyone else.

Do you ride horses?

No.

I hunt. Foxes.

I feed foxes.

I feed foxes to my dogs.

Oh, how opposite we are.

Look at me!

What I mean is, don't keep looking at him.

Look at me.

You say so soon we are opposites.

In minute two of our acquaintance,

you say we are opposites.

Well, let me be clear from the start.

It has already been agreed we are to be married.

And there is no room for opposites in a marriage,

there is only room for one outlook.

And that will be my outlook.

There can be debate,

and discourse,

but it should be merry and light.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

In matters of importance, debate would be pointless.

The wife of a Drummle

will become a Drummle in more than just name.

Are you all right?

Something in this room is making my eyes sting.

Nutmeg perhaps.

It doesn't speak.

May I please have a handkerchief?

No, no!

Very well.

As I was saying, where you are not prepared to act

and indeed think like a Drummle, there will be reprimand.

And beyond reprimand, should the need arise,

at the end of the spectrum in our discourse,

there will be this...

It is a man's right to prevail.

If the stick is of a thickness to meet the approval of law.

Of course, that would be a last resort,

but I thought you should really know

at the very beginning how things will proceed,

how things will become, how things are, and will be.

Might be...

Hopefully will never be.

And I thought you would appreciate it

if I impressed upon you at the outset

in the first three minutes of our relationship...

Has it only been three minutes?

That I am in command.

So...

With the serious business of who's in command settled,

more pleasant topics.

What are the things you really love,

and what are the things you really hate?

For example, I hate cats.

I hate nutmeg

Is this fate or strategy?

Neither. It is something far more powerful than fate.

His name is Mr. Jaggers.

Estella, I have to talk to you.

I have an appointment to be fitted

for my wedding dress in 30 minutes.

You cannot even think about marrying that fucking idiot!

I see London hasn't improved your vocabulary.

But it has improved my position in the world.

I have to go, Pip.

You smell of burnt leather and something worse.

Estella, there are many things I can't tell you.

You make your living as a chaperone.

No...

It's part of a plan.

But for now, all you need to know

is you must not marry him.

You know I have no choice.

The plan was conceived by Mr. Jaggers,

so it is a good one.

Since when did my mother's lawyer do anything good?

What I mean is the plan is very bad.

But it gives us hope.

Which is good.

Miss Havisham has made it very clear

if I refuse to marry him, she will disinherit me.

And I will take care of you.

You?

You?

She'd hand me over to a blacksmith's boy?

A blacksmith's boy who will be rich.

"Will be rich."

Right, because you have a plan, you and Mr. Jaggers?

Estella, these days I am an underwriter.

Ships. Huge ships.

You sound exactly like Drummle.

Unlike Drummle, I have a future in the world.

The world of every single thing

that can be transported aboard a ship.

And one day one of those ships will take us to Cairo.

You and I.

We will arrive at the mouth of the Nile,

and there beyond the banks of the river,

instead of foggy marshes,

we will see pyramids and sphinxes.

Pip, you're a boy whose boots smell of burnt leather,

and whose breath in the middle of the afternoon smells of rum.

Your health does not look so good.

I will forsake rum.

I will do it now, today...

Please stop.

Your efforts to secure me are futile.

My reluctance to accept Drummle is pointless.

The only way we can escape is if we change the world.

Would you and I do that?

If I could change the world for you, I would.

Because I love you, Estella.

You can love me all you want, Pip.

There's a wedding dress waiting for me.

And I will marry Drummle because I have to.

Drive on.

Fuck!

Let me see.

You don't like it?

It's very beautiful.

You're not happy?

I cannot be happy.

Who were they?

Where did they go?

How long have I been here?

Do you know the way to London?

Miss Estella?

Goodness...

It's an honor.

Ma'am, forgive me.

Don't trouble, Joe. I'm just passing.

I went to London, and I saw Pip.

And how is he, Ma'am?

He did not look well.

Not well how?

For his own sake, you should write to him and call him home.

Morning, Ma'am.

Please.

Call me Estella.

This was Pip's classroom, yes?

Yes.

Since he was seven years old.

He talked about you quite a lot.

I understood things he didn't understand.

It was obvious to me from the things

that he told me about you, that you were in love with him.

I heard you went to London.

Did you see him?

Yes.

Pip is very unhappy.

He wants things to happen that can never happen.

Goodness. We're none of us children anymore, are we?

Was there something you wanted, Ma'am?

You see, the thing is, Pip is in love with me.

Still.

Even worse than before, in fact.

But he must stop.

He must. For his sake.

I'm like a lighthouse.

Alone.

And a warning to others to stay away.

If he comes back here, as I pray he will,

you should go to him.

You will make him happy.

Why'd you even care about him?

You think there's compassion in my soul?

You think there's still hope for me?

I think not.

That way, sir.

Thank you.

You said you have a job for me?

Yes, I need you to help me deliver a parcel.

What is that smell?

You are the angel of death, Mr. Jaggers.

The American cotton planter

with whom I arranged an evening's entertainment,

had the discourtesy to have a heart attack

whilst bound to this whipping post.

Open the sack.

Don't you have a meat porter for this?

Not in the Elephant and Castle.

No one within two miles either side of the Walworth Road

can be trusted with a secret.

And besides,

you are my meat porter now.

And this time you did not throw up.

For a young man on the road to greatness,

that is indeed progress.

Your belly is beginning to catch up with your bravado.

Let's bag him.

Will you inform his family?

I will say he was last seen walking

at a time of night when there are often robbers.

When his body is found in Gravesend,

they will imagine the rest,

and his reputation will be intact.

So you did this for a good reason, Mr. Jaggers?

Just as you often inform

the Royal Navy about slave ships.

Pip, please.

My reputation is increasingly in your hands.

If you should let slip any hint of virtue,

the demand for my services would rapidly dwindle.

And to answer your question earlier,

the boy I once was, who liked to fish...

Was very much like you.

Visibly an outsider...

Who craved acceptance...

Then demanded it.

And finally despised it.

Despised it the more so, since I met you.

I have affected you, Mr. Jaggers?

Thirty five seconds of self-examination per month

is enough for any gentleman.

- Should I turn her about? - God, no.

We have business, don't you remember?

We'll continue east.

To Limehouse.

Mr. Jaggers.

Are you here to take comfort?

Yes.

And I also have business.

Please.

Wait over there.

I have locked my terrible dog in his iron cage.

First, business.

A French captain of my acquaintance

was due to ship smoked and salted furs

from Montreal to Peking.

He is pretty.

On arrival in Peking,

this captain was due to collect a shipment of opium

to take back to New York.

I have two daughters.

I'm afraid the boy is already in love.

Poor boy.

Actually, I'm not a boy.

This particular ship captain will never make it to Peking.

He'll not arrive to collect the opium

because he will hang before he gets there.

Does she love you?

No.

Solace.

And torture.

The opium that is waiting at the dock is already paid for.

I'm planning to have it collected

by someone using the captain's name.

So we will take the opium for free.

What's funny?

I just remembered...

I don't even have a dog anymore.

But I do have this.

For when men come with their bad thoughts.

I have no bad thoughts.

How much for how much?

Two hundred pounds for 500 pounds.

As a matter of fact...

I am a man.

A gentleman.

Yes, you are a gentleman indeed.

And you will fight anyone who says otherwise.

One hundred and fifty pounds.

So who wants to fight me now?

I want him for my eldest girl.

Sorry, I'm a gentleman.

And I am not for sale.

Because I am in love.

She is lost unless I find her.

This boy is nothing but fucking trouble.

Pip.

Please go outside and get some air,

while I make a lot of money.

One hundred and seventy five.

Tell me the truth, Estella.

Who are you dancing with?

Of all of them, which one are you dancing with?

Remarkably.

Insanely.

Impossibly.

I am dancing with the blacksmith's boy.

Perhaps, Mama, it isn't out of love for him.

It is out of spite for you.

This London life will either make you or kill you, Pip.

It will make me, Mr. Jaggers.

And we will go to Cairo.

We are one hour from the mouth of the Thames.

We'll make Wapping Wall before dawn.