All language subtitles for Great.Expectations.2023.S01E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

"In my stars,
I am above thee.

"But be not afraid
of greatness.

"Some are born great,

"some achieve greatness,

"and others have greatness
thrust upon them."

Every day, always mumbling
to yourself, Pip.

- It's Shakespeare.
- Oh.

I learn passages by heart
and recite them.

Why would you do that?

Oh, you know, because I can.

And because it helps
to pass the time.

And soon, it'll be you hitting
the iron and making the tools.

And then time will pass
all by itself,

without the need
of mumbling.

Joe! Pip! Come.

Dinner time, Pip.

I'll collect up the nails.

Joe, Pip!

Are you deaf?

Coming, love.

Be quick, Pip.

One farthing saved...

Pip, I say three times!

Two farthings saved.
Dinner is ready,

- and I'll mince your legs...
- Three farthings saved.

...for sausages if you don't
get in this second.

I'll lock the door.

What is that scratching?

What do you think?
It's a rat.

The only rat
in your 10 square yards

is you, Compeyson.

You're Lord of the Rats!

Why don't you keep your mad
bloody ravings to yourself?

It may amuse
your superiors to put me

and my only mortal enemy
on this earth

next to each other.

To have to listen
to him breathing in

and breathing out
all night long

when every muscle and sinew
in my body strains to get on him

and squeeze the last breath
out of him

so he will never fucking breathe
a breath ever again!

Tell the mad bastard

the inconvenience
of our proximity is mutual.

I'd rather be neighbor
with a burning volcano.

Which I am!

I am a volcano!

Burning with injustice.

Because you are the reason
I am here in fucking chains!

Well, you two
better get used to it.

You're gonna be side by side,
like sweethearts,

all the way to Australia.

You garbage rat!

Fire!

Fire on deck!

Come quick! Fire!

Compeyson, you rat!

Fire!

Fire!
Guard, this cell!

You'll pay for this, Compeyson!

I'll kill you, Compeyson.

I'll kill you.

Open the door!

Let me out.

Hey.

Open the fucking door.

I didn't really like
the sound of Australia.

I think I'll go to London
and pay a visit to your wife.

Burn in hell, Magwitch.

No!

No! No!

No!

No!

No! No! No!

No, please don't!

Stop him!
Prisoners aboard!

Boots!

Treading mud
all through the house.

The ground is frozen.
How can there be mud?

The water and the mud freezes
and makes it hard.

What's this?

Decorations.
For Christmas. I...

I thought
they looked nice.

Joe, the boy here is implying
that there is something lacking

in the way I decorate
our house for the season.

And look,
he's been bold enough

to provide a remedy.

Berries are
not even Christian.

Hands.

There are some
in the village who say

that bringing berries
into the house

is summoning
the Devil himself.

So, it's the Devil himself
you're inviting into our home,

is it, Pip?
Just in time for Christmas.

No, that was not
my express intention.

Oh, Joe. The boy uses words
longer than himself these days.

Yes, Pip?

You should cut
your words in half.

It's all them books they keep
giving him at that school.

Or cut them into quarters.

Words coming out
of his ears.

Just say yes or no.

Why would I ever
dare say "no"?

Youse two are
always whispering.

How many nails
did you save?

Hmm.

You get room,
and board, and lodgings,

all for saving seven nails?

Well, I would say that is
a very good exchange for you.

And a very poor one
for us.

Oh, well, now.

Oh!

Yes, Joe.
I made a drop of sauce

on account of it
nearly being Christmas.

No, Sara. You made it on account
of all your harsh words.

You see, you speak your goodness
through your savory sauces.

Pip,

untangle the ingredients,
and you'll find love in there,

amongst the sage
and parsley.

No parsley in there.

It's nettle.

I mean, I do what I can
with what I've got,

which isn't much.

And if it wasn't
for my harsh words,

you two would be sitting around
this cottage all day long idle

like them potatoes there
in that steaming pot.

Yes, Joe.

You are one large potato.

She's right, Joe. You look
just like a large potato.

Got me as daft
as the two of you.

Sounds like one
of the devils has escaped.

He's alive.

Damn you, Compeyson.

Well, if any
convicted cutter of throats

bound for Australia

diverts and
comes to our door...

He would soon regret it
if it was you

who opened the door,
my love.

Spiders as big as cats
in Australia.

Snakes the length of rivers.

But nothing so fierce as Sara
with a soup spoon.

Would any convict
come all the way up here

from the river?

Won't get far
on a night like this.

Probably frozen stiff already.

Good. Because I have to go
and see Mum and Dad.

Now, Pip, that might not be wise
with the cannons barking, huh?

I'm not afraid
of a frozen man.

I will go and be back
before seven o'clock.

I believe Joe just said
it's not wise.

When Joe is finished,
dinner is finished,

so dinner's finished,
so bring your plate.

But it's Christmas Eve.

Joe just said
It's not wise.

Now, I said
that dinner is finished.

So, you will stay indoors, Pip,
and you will bring your plate.

It is a short walk. I'm happy
myself with the wisdom of going.

He is happy himself,
himself decides.

Yes, I have decided.

I'll go and see
my parents.

Now, no need
for that old thing, Sara.

Need for it,

because even though
I'm 20 years his senior,

my little brother has long words
and I have short words.

But the tickler
will have the last word.

I would have gone earlier,
but I was busy

saving you four farthings,
picking up in there.

Pip, don't you hear that?

Well, Joe.

Tell the boy the next one
is for his bare back.

Pip, it's out of love.

Is that what
this is, Joe? Love?

Written on my back
ever since she took me in.

There is a madman
on the marshes.

There is a boy gone wild
in my kitchen!

Brother and sister should
not stare at each other so.

Indeed, they should not.
Please, Pip.

In this season of goodwill...

You beat that boy again,
he will be gone.

When my knees fail
and my back breaks,

who will work the forge
and put food on the table?

He brought red berries
into the house.

The devil will come.

Goodnight, Pip.

Goodnight, Joe.

Goddamnit.

Mum.

Dad.

Little ones.

It's Christmas tomorrow.

Another year gone.

Since last year, it feels

like I've grown ten years,
not one.

This place more and more
is Hell.

My heart wants freedom.

It's a big world.

In Hell is where you'll
find yourself, boy.

In Hell itself.

Who were you talking to?

My mother and father.
My brothers and sisters.

They're the lucky ones

who parted this life
before it could twist their guts

and burn their brains
and corrode their bellies.

I am guessing you are the cause
of the cannons.

One of the causes.

There are two causes
out on these marshes tonight.

One's a lost cause,
the other a just cause.

Which are you?

You're
a bold little boy, aren't you?

Now, you hear me,
little boy.

I'm a Christian soul.
I'm in need of help,

and you're going
to give it to me!

I'm an animal
and my belly's empty.

You... You want food?
I have some bread in my pocket.

Give me the bread.

Give me the food.

A fucking nail.

Are you trying to
choke me, boy?

I'm sorry.
I saved some nails.

I work in a blacksmith's shop.

My sister is married
to a blacksmith.

Come here.

You live in
a blacksmith shop,

so I know exactly where
to find you.

Do you understand me?

Well, here's what you're going
to do, blacksmith boy.

You're going to meet me at
the twisted trees on the marsh.

You know them?

Well, you're going
to meet me there at first light.

You're going to bring me
food and drink.

And strong drink,
for the cold.

Oh, and you go
to the blacksmith shop,

and you're going to take
a metal file and pinchers.

And you're going to bring
all of this to me.

Well, now you do as you're told,
and I'll spare your life.

If you decide to turn me over,
if you decide to turn me over,

I'll find you, and your sister,
and your blacksmith,

and there'll be three
more gravestones

set beside these ones.

You understand?

Go on. Go.

Don't let me down, boy.

Out of love.

Hello?

Hello?

Food. Food.

I brought you
what I could.

No nails this time.

So, you're not going
to turn me over?

You're the blacksmith, boy.

While I'm eating,
cut my shackles.

Did you see another wearing
similar jewelry on his legs?

No, I saw no one.

Good.

The other is your friend?

This is my breakfast.

I catch the other,
it will be his heart,

raw and bloody
I'll eat for my dinner.

Why do you want
to kill him?

You'll learn when you grow.

Some men are as dark and dirty
and cold as this marsh.

You get lost in their lives

like you get lost
in these ditches and streams.

What's your name, boy?

What's your name?

Pip.

Give me the file, Pip.

Boy, you better run.
Save your skin.

Go on, go home! Go on!

Go!

Thank you, Pip.

I heard
voices in the fog.

One of them was his.

I left him for dead
on the boat.

Is he still shackled?

Who?

You lie badly.

I heard sawing
among the voices.

Come then, my old friend.

Come for me, Magwitch.

And let us end
our merry dance.

Shit.

♪ Comfort and joy

♪ Oh, tidings of comfort
And joy ♪

Where the hell
have you been?

Watch your language, Joe.

We're in God's house.

We thought you'd been murdered
or run away to America.

Where have you been?

Since I couldn't go and see
Mum and Dad in the dark,

- I went at first light.
- Joe, this child...

I brought you these, sister,

to say sorry for
the harsh words last night.

I know how much
you like flowers.

The most Christian flowers
without berries

that I could find.

Mrs. Gargery,
the aromas coming from this room

are most provoking.

In a good way,
Mr. Pumblechook?

In an excellent way.

One day,
I will steal the recipe

for her meat sauce.

We were talking only yesterday
about those very ingredients,

and Pip and me decided

the most important ingredient
was love.

Didn't we, Pip?

We did, Joe.

Pip,
take the coats.

As well as the sauce,

I have an extra special treat
for us today,

which I made myself
by hand.

It's a savory pork pie.

Made from pastry
light as a linnet,

I baked it
especially for today.

Took me three days
to gather the ingredients,

some sent all the way
from London.

We will eat it
between dinner and pudding.

Pip.

Fetch a sprig of rosemary
from the garden.

Yes, sister.

Shit. Shit.

Shit.

Merry Christmas, Pip.

Biddy, what are you
doing here?

Walking home from church,
the long way.

Why?

To reduce the amount of time
I must spend

with the guests we have
for Christmas dinner.

I hate Christmas.

I hate this Christmas.

Is everything all right?

I'm a condemned man.

Condemned? For what?

Theft, aiding
an escaped convict,

drinking brandy.

Pip, you read
so many adventure books

that bits of them
come out your mouth

without you knowing it.

If I had two guineas
in my pocket

instead of two pennies,
I would...

What would you do?

I would remove my shackles
and be gone.

Oh, Pip, my love.

Move your arse, boy.

Merry Christmas, Biddy.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Gargery.

So...

to the gallows.

See you in school, Pip.

Today's sermon was
another typical example

of how our reverend always
chooses the easy, the obvious.

"Thou shalt not this,

"thou shalt not that,
thou shalt not steal..."

Now, I...
I am a humble church clerk,

but if the church would
be opened out,

my voice would
ring like a bell.

Pip, why are you
not eating?

And on Christmas Day,

my subject would be pigs.

Pigs, Mr. Wopsle?

Yes, pigs.
You see?

With one word,
I already have your attention.

Eat your potatoes, Pip.

The sermon
I would have given

would have been about the fate
of those who are gluttonous.

A fiery warning
against gluttony.

And inspired by this
pronouncement against gluttony,

I will abstain
from finishing my meal.

Oh, I swear,
half the words he uses,

he makes up on the spot.

Are you not well, Pip?

No, I'm not.

Perhaps I should go
and get some air.

There's plenty of air
in this room.

We have people.

And besides,
Pip, you can't leave just yet.

I have some news.
What news?

Excellent news, Mrs. Gargery.

As a successful chandler
and seed merchant,

I have dealings with those
fortunate enough to live uptown,

as well as those who are
unfortunate enough to live here.

Downtown.

I am, uh, seen as a bridge
between the two worlds,

a go-between.

You go back and forth
over the bridge.

With messages, Mr. Gargery.

From high to low.

There is a lady
who lives uptown.

Very far uptown.

None of you
will have met her,

yet all of you will
have heard of her.

Miss Havisham.

The lady who lives
in the haunted house?

Pip, what with red berries
and hauntings?

What's become of you?

And what business does
she have with our Pip?

Thirteen years ago,

Miss Havisham decided
to adopt a baby girl.

Now, Miss Havisham has decided
that this girl needs company.

Someone of a similar age,
but of the opposite... sex.

Mr. Pumblechook, she did not use
that awful word, did she?

Sex, yes.
- Oh, this lady.

There is no one
from a family

of the girl's own
social standing available.

So, we have decided,
myself and Miss Havisham,

have decided to resort
to meritocracy.

A new word, Pip.
- Shh!

Since we can't find a,

uh, boy
of the appropriate class,

we've decided to find
the cleverest boy of that age

in the parish.

And will she pay
for the boy?

I mean, money.
Will she pay money?

She'll pay a sum
to the boy's parents.

And to the go-between, who is
the agent of the agreement.

But, Mr. Pumblechook,
I need Pip in the shop.

Do go on, Mr. Pumblechook.
How much will she pay?

Mr. Wopsle,
you mentioned pigs earlier.

Yes, pigs.

I think this little piglet
will fetch quite a price.

Now, before we begin

the confidential conversation
of money,

you mentioned something

about an exceptional
savory pork pie.

Oh!
I will fetch the pie.

And the biggest slice
goes to the little piglet.

Very good.

The biggest slice

for the smartest boy
in town.

All able-bodied men
of the parish

are called to do
their duty to the King.

Two prisoners have escaped
from the retribution.

We will form a human chain
and sweep the marshes.

between every four men.

We will walk
ten yards apart.

Never mind ten yards.
Pip, you stay close to me.

Joe, there's something
I should tell you.

If it's about this
Miss Havisham,

I'll not let them
take you, Pip.

I shall need you
in the shop soon enough.

My knees are creaking
even now as I walk.

Got the marshes
in my joints.

Joe, it's only partly
about Miss Havisham.

Pip, what is it?

Hey, you two.

Every man
ten yards apart.

He's not a man, he's a boy.
Ten yards, I say.

March on.

Joe.
Yes, Pip?

I don't know about this
arrangement with Miss Havisham,

but...

There's one thing
I do know, Joe.

I don't want to take over
the blacksmith shop

and be a blacksmith.

I don't.

I can't.

I'm sorry, Joe.

There they are!

Take them back
to the hulks.

And keep them apart.

I want it put on record

that that mad bastard Magwitch
tried to murder me.

The only record I care for
is the one God keeps.

This one's got free
of his leg irons.

Oi, how did you get free?

Eh?

How did you get free?

Last night...

I broke into
a blacksmith's shop.

I stole a file
and some pinchers.

And while I was at it,

from the house
I stole a pork pie,

and some bread,
and some brandy.

Let's go.

Pip,

there are some things
that we must discuss

about Miss Havisham.

Biddy.

Do you remember
when we used to compete

to collect the most kindling
to light the fire?

I remember.

But soon, you will
forget everything.

Biddy, it is one morning a week.

It is a window.

A small window,
but you will crawl through it.

And I'm happy for you.

You don't look happy.

Everyone says
the lady is very strange.

It will be the girl
you will be with, Pip.

Biddy, it's a simple
financial arrangement.

This very rich and strange
old lady has offered to pay

for every visit
I make to her house.

- How much?
- I don't know yet.

A lot, I think.

But I'll give
most of it to Joe.

Hopefully, soon,
he can retire,

so he won't need me.

And I will be free.

Leave all of this behind.

How wonderful for you.

I'll find gainful
employment in London.

I'll support my sister and Joe
from my own income.

You were born a blacksmith.
What gainful employment?

I don't know specifically.

But rather than
be a blacksmith,

I'll be someone
more resembling...

a gentleman.

Biddy, I'm doing
a good thing.

So, why are you sad,
or angry,

or whatever it is
you are?

Pip Gargery.

Clever, odd,

and also completely blind.

Pip!

Come.
They're ready for you.

Seven times four.

28.

Seven times seven.

49.

Fourteen...

plus seven, plus six,

plus six.

34.

I mean 33.

I sold you to them

as a prodigy, a genius...

like an orchid growing wild
in the filth of a stable.

Don't let us all down, Pip.

Come on.

So, what is she like?

She's a girl
about your age,

well-spoken...

- I mean Miss Havisham.
- Oh. Well, in truth,

like almost everybody else,
I've never laid eyes upon her.

She conducts her business
through a Mr. Jaggers.

He's King's counsel.

And quite an abrupt one

at that.

Here she is,
your future companion.

This is him, Miss Estella.

Estella?
Yes.

What of it?

This is the boy, Pip.

The boy, Pip, is it?

Very pleased
to meet you, ma'am.

"Ma'am"?
- Miss.

Like I was saying to the lady,

Pip is a lump of marble
just waiting to be shaped.

With hammer and chisel?

Perhaps I could come in
and introduce him to the lady?

Now you're
just being silly.

Only the boy will come.

No one else is allowed.

Come, boy,

Hurry along.

I say, what
time should I collect the boy?

When we are
tired of him.

Are you scared?
Of what?

You mean the ghosts?

No.

We don't need
ghosts here.

Ghosts would be
afraid to come.

Mama, the boy is here.

Are you not staying?

Goodness, no.

Hello?

Who's there?

It's Pip, ma'am.

Miss.

Ma'am, Mr. Pumblechook's boy.

Let me see you.

Come here.

Look upon me.

Look on what
remains of me.

What do I touch, Pip?

You touch your heart.
- Yes.

Broken.

What did you say
about your purpose here?

I was told I would
be company for a girl.

Who I have already met.

"Whom" you met.

"Whom", yes.

Ah, yes. Company.

I remember
my desire for company.

You see, I'm tired, Pip.

Of men and women.

Sometimes, I have sick fantasies
about what I want.

Call Estella.

Estella.

Welcome to eternal winter.

Innocent moments
before the great corruption.

Estella, what do
you think of him?

I think he is
a common laboring boy

with big boots,
who smells like a stable.

Boy, what do you
think of her?

I think she's very...

proud.

And pretty?

Yes.

So, a common boy
and a proud, pretty girl.

I want to watch you play.