All language subtitles for Great.Expectations.2023.S01E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Will you allow
that same old church bell

to peel away your whole life.

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

with open arms.

Dorget will be hanged
as a slaver.

We are liable
as accomplices...

No, only Drummle

signs the insurance papers
for the ship.

He will be tried for complicity.

Look at me!

It is a man's right to prevail.

Because I love you, Estella.

You can love me
all you want, Pip.

And I will marry Drummle

because I have to.

Miss Estella?

I went to London,
and I saw Pip.

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

Have you
tried opium yet?

Not yet.

It calms you

where rum enrages you.

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

Tell me the truth, Estella.

Who are you dancing with?

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

Dancing with the blacksmith's boy.

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

It is out of spite for you.

Step out of the carriage.

I'd know that voice anywhere.

Magwitch, my friend.

How the hell did you
track me down?

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

We are one hour from
the mouth of the Thames.

We'll make Wapping Wall
before dawn.

Do you know the way to London?

Come, Pip.

Before the smoke begins
to make the decisions.

We have business.

Are you coming?

Mr. Jaggers, having
just smoked opium

I don't think this is a good
place for me to be.

Nonsense, Pip.

The poppy enhances
the absurdity.

There's
nothing absurd

about pleasure
in a pleasure garden.

What could be more apt?

Come.

They are three young actresses
who caught the eye

of many lovers of Shakespeare

in Covent Garden
the other night.

That's the reason
we're here, Pip.

Mr. Jaggers,
why are the actresses

the reason we are here?

There are three of them,
there are three of us.

Dear God, Mr. Jaggers...

Drummle must sign
over his share tonight,

so a distraction is in order.

They share a flat
in Little Britain.

A testament to the beauty
of the women of Kent.

And even if one is indisposed,
there will be enough to go round

because I myself don't care
for actresses.

Hello.

"Double, double toil
and trouble."

Hello, ladies.

Mr. Jaggers, look back there.
Did you see?

Mr. Jaggers, look!

Look where?
Jaggers, finish the story.

I swear I just saw the fugitive
from the marshes.

A man named Compeyson. Pip.

Pip...

Whatever it is you are seeing
right now is opium smoke.

I'm less expensive than I look
and forgiving of failure.

My horse has thrown a shoe,
blacksmith's boy,

will you nail it on?

- You are real?
- Aye. I'm real.

So is this blade.

I saw that you remembered
my face from the marshes.

Even though
it is much altered.

When you are looking out
from behind a scar,

you often forget it is there.

It is the scars on your soul
that throb inside.

But I haven't forgotten
who gave me this...

The devil Magwitch...

If Magwitch is your devil,
what do you want with me?

It's not you
that I want.

What I want is
something you have...

Something that is mine,
but which was given to you.

I have no such thing.

But by way of emphasis,

and to warn you of what is in
store should you not comply,

I'll leave you
with a little calling card,

that will make you look
more like me,

and much less
like the adorable Pip...

No, no!

Oh Lord, to be home now.

What's this with wasting
a candle to go to piss

when God's moonlight
is everywhere?

I lit it for poor Pip.

In my dreams, I see trouble
for him all around.

You're a blacksmith, Joe,

not a gypsy seeing fortunes.

Go to sleep.

Er...

Good evening Estella.
Goodness, how pretty you look.

How beautiful
and engaging you look.

And are.

How all of those things
you actually are.

Mother told me we were expecting
a very important guest.

What do you want?

Good evening, Estella.

How... How pretty and beautiful
and engaging you look.

And are.

Herbert, what do you want?

Your mother invited me.

I think it might be me
who's your very important guest.

Oh Mother, tell me it is not so.

Aren't you going to let me in?

Estella,

has London changed me?

Sadly not.

Jaggers, there are red lamps
all across the street,

just a short stroll
across the road.

Pip, what happened
to your cheek?

Jaggers,
the bordello lights

are being extinguished.

Shouldn't we hurry?

In the darkness,
I stumbled into a lady.

Her hat had a pin.

Molly! Brandy!

- One from the poxy Frenchman.
- Jaggers?

In the absence of witches,
can we...

Yes, the faces of dead men,

their expressions
captured in alabaster

the moment they were
cut down from the gallows.

This blade forged wills,
didn't you?

And if you didn't also
put the supposed

testators to sleep,

you wouldn't be on my wall.

The only blade I ever met
more evil than this one

was a man named Compeyson.

You know Compeyson?

Any rat swims in and out
the rivers of Newgate,

I know them.

Jaggers, there are
only two lights still lit,

and I really I don't care
for billiards.

I swear it wasn't the opium.

I saw him tonight and met him.

No one likes billiards, Drummle.

It's just an excuse for men
to talk to other men

without looking at each other.

It makes lying easier.

Mr. Jaggers,
if you know Compeyson,

then I suspect you also know
a man named Magwitch.

Gentlemen, this is Molly,

my maid, and my free pass
into heaven.

See, I rescued Molly
from a certain death.

An execution.

You see, our dear Molly
killed a woman.

A rival for a man.

Look!

She got the scars
from the fight.

Mmm.

But I got her acquitted.

And then I felt so sorry
for her,

I gave her employment.

Should I bring up the food,
Mr. Jaggers?

Should I bring up
the past, Molly?

Why would you, Mr. Jaggers?

Pork and apple sauce sandwiches.

Oh, and Molly,
tonight, in a fog of opium,

our young Pip

swears he saw
a man named Compeyson.

Fetch the food, Molly.

The wine
you're pouring, Mr. Pocket,

is from Portugal.

What do you know about Portugal?

Well, I know it is next
to Spain, Miss Havisham.

You see, Estella,
Mr. Pocket knows Europe.

Have you ever been
to Europe, Mr. Pocket?

Mama, you know very well

that Herbert has never
been to Europe.

A smart answer
would be, "Yes, I know Europe.

"England is in Europe."

He didn't give the smart answer,
now, did he?

What do you earn, Mr. Pocket?

Well, currently, Miss Havisham,
it varies

quite a bit from week to week.

From what to what?

Well, from nothing to some.

Sometimes.

You see, I ask you this,
Mr. Pocket

because it is time
for Estella here to marry.

Indeed, it is long since time
for Estella to marry.

Mama, please don't do this.

But you see, Mr. Pocket...

Why is Herbert
suddenly "Mr. Pocket"?

That's the consequence
of London, Estella.

Indeed,
it is long since time

for Estella to marry.

And even though I found her
a perfectly suitable match,

a gentleman involved
with nutmeg,

she refuses to pick a date
that she will agree to.

And since she will not
fix a date

for her to marry
the first choice,

I thought it would be
a good idea

to introduce her
to the second choice.

Introduce her to the second
choice of husband,

to concentrate her mind.

Miss Havisham,

are you saying that I,
Herbert Pocket,

might be second choice?

Indeed you are, Mr. Pocket.
Indeed you are,

Estella...

I had no idea.

Neither did I, Herbert.

Mama, I do not wish
to play this game anymore.

And you're not being
very fair on Herbert.

Second place wins
on an each-way bet.

Herbert has no complaints.

If you no longer wish
to play this game, Estella,

you simply have
to give me a date

to give to husband number one.

I am tired
of sending him excuses.

No?

Very well. We shall continue.
Mr. Pocket...

Let us find out
how well you dance.

Drummle.

I would say
you need new furniture.

I hear this new bride of yours
has very expensive taste.

She likes ivory, and gold.

She hates ivory.

Because she likes elephants.

What did he say?

Pip said he hates ivory
because he loves elephants.

No, no, I heard distinctly.
He said,

"She hates ivory."

How does the boy know
what she hates?

When she and you met,

it was quite obvious
what she hated.

By God, once she is
hooked on my line,

she will learn
to like what I like.

By God, she will.

I will fashion her into a form
not dissimilar to my own mother.

Oh, bless me. Is it two years?

Is what two years, Drummle?

Since my dear mother was taken.

There, you see?

The brandy
has washed away the man,

and left behind
the orphan child.

Now we make our move.

Drummle, I forgot
to mention earlier.

There are some articles
which you need to sign...

Has it really been two years?

Drummle, we need
your signature.

I don't do business
after 6:00.

Dorget sets sail in the morning,

I will take Estella
to Connemara

to visit the grave.

Drummle, just fucking sign...

- Drummle...
- Hmm?

After you sign,

you can drink a toast
to your wonderful mother.

Yeah.

Now the toast, yes?

To my mother.

Who I love.

Mr. Pocket dances
very well, Mama.

And after all, he does know
that Portugal is next to Spain.

Let us proceed
with the second choice,

and speak no more of the first.

How society will rejoice, Mama,

Estella! Estella!

How do you know Compeyson
and Magwitch?

You first.

I was a boy.
They escaped from a hulk.

I helped Magwitch.

I saw them almost
murder each other.

Compeyson and Magwitch

will still be fighting each
other 1,000 years from now.

In hell, with the devil
trying to keep them apart.

Why? Why do they
hate each other?

Money and women.

What money?

Which women?

The women were many
and various.

Compeyson, in particular,

was considered by the fair sex
to be practically irresistible.

Did Compeyson and Magwitch
used to be friends?

You know, Pip,

sometimes the marsh fog
comes out in your diction.

Frame the question thus...

"Were Compeyson and Magwitch
once friends?"

Well?

They were swindlers.

Bank robbers.

Sometimes working the highways
with their masks and pistols.

Then one night, around
about the Streatham road,

they struck gold.

Gold from Dover
on a mail coach.

Enough money
to last a lifetime.

It seems even your maid
knows Compeyson.

How?

Thank you, Molly.

Molly, can I ask you
a question?

What is your question?

Do you know two gentlemen
called Magwitch and Compeyson?

No apple sauce, Molly?

I made some with
and some without

in case the gentleman
didn't care for it.

Pip already a gentleman.

What world is this?

One in which a gentleman
has few friends.

Molly, it's too late
for questions.

Go to bed.

And sometimes,

what you learn from inside
a bottle is of value.

You should beware
Mr. Compeyson...

My dear Molly,

do not meddle in affairs
which you do not understand.

Now, I told you to go to bed.

Molly...

Why are you
such a beast to her?

Molly.

Pip.

I knew you wouldn't get far
without a candle.

I couldn't remember
if there are steps.

And so, consumed by darkness,

you abandoned your pursuit
of the truth.

Mr. Jaggers, when you
send Molly to her bed

do you follow?

Do you use your pass to heaven
for that purpose, too?

You are seeking answers
to your questions.

Very well.

I know Magwitch and Compeyson

because I represented them
in court

when they were being charged

with robbing
the Dover mail coach.

I met Molly because
at the time of the trial,

Molly was Magwitch's wife.

Molly was also the secret lover
of the irresistible Compeyson.

So you see...

It was Molly who divided
the two accomplices

and condemned them
to an eternal battle.

I did see Compeyson tonight.

He brandished a knife.

He said I have something
which belongs to him.

What did he mean?

There are many rather

astonishing elements
to this story.

But as I have said,

there are things
I really can't tell you,

since I am sworn to secrecy.

And everything else aside,
I actually am a man of my word.

And as for me going
to Molly's bed at night...

Well...

As an innocent boy
from the marshes,

you have not yet realized
the truth about me.

And never shall you hear it

from my lips.

But for my sake, Pip,
take this candle.

Light your way to the door,

and go home.

Estella,

soon Drummle
will be beyond rescue,

and I will take his place.

We will sail to Cairo.

This, I swear on my life.

Joe?

I was gonna

wait for the clock
to strike 7:00

before I knocked the door
to wake you.

But bless me,
you were still not in.

That is to say you are out,
and none of my business it is,

but I'm a little startled
to see you out

and not in
at whatever hour this is.

It is quarter before seven, Joe.

Fine.

What the hell are you doing...

What are you doing here?

Come here.

Oh, Joe.

Still like hugging an oak tree.

Oh, come, come in, please.

What unearthly hour coach
did you get?

The three o'clock mail.

I couldn't sleep.

What? Is there news?

Is there bad news, Joe?

Not from my end, Pip, no.

Not from my end.

Come in. Come in, Joe.

Welcome. I mean, goodness,
what a pleasant surprise.

This is my temporary
place, Joe.

I have plans
for a move to something

more westerly and larger.

Do you have a match?

Yes.

You shall need more coal, Pip.

This is just crumbs and dust.

It looks like Herbert forgot
to fetch more.

Well, I'll fetch more
from the cellar.

I mean, he forgot to buy more.

Now, look,
you've put it out, Pip.

Now you've got dust
on your shirt.

Oh, shit.

You all right, Pip?

I'm right as rain, Joe.

Why wouldn't I be?

And indeed, why wouldn't I be
when in my life these days,

success follows success
in fast order.

Pip...

I'm here catching unearthly
coaches because...

Joe, do you have tobacco?

I left mine in the carriage.

Well, only this old thing,

the likes that working men use.

I imagine you're
more used to cigars.

Oh, yes, I am used to cigars.

But I do smoke from pipes, too.

Yes.

I heard you smoke from pipes.

Here...

You are out of practice
with working men's pipes

now that you are so grand.

Here we go.

Light it for me would you, Joe.

Are you upset, Pip?

Upset?

No.

No, why would I be?

I'm just surprised.

Pleasantly.

But last night
was quite a night.

Joe, forget all this.

In truth, I am...

I am on the point on the edge

of becoming very,
very wealthy, Joe.

Yes. Yes. Pip...

What use is money

when you have no blood
in your body.

No blood in my body.
What on earth do you mean?

No clean blood.

I heard about rum,
and I heard about pipes.

Well, fuck.

Well, thank you, Joe.

Thank you so much
for your concern.

But very soon...

Very soon I will have enough
money to buy your...

- Your little... Little shop...
- Pip...

With its little bellows
and little fire.

And then I will give you
an income of £50,

and we can talk
about blood then, do you see?

I see you've not neglected
to fill the rum bottle.

I have business, Joe.

Pip...

It was Estella who came to me
and caused me to be concerned.

Come with me, Joe.

Tell me about Estella.

She said,

I should come to London,

and bring you home.

Home? Whose home?

Did she mean you should
take me to her home?

Is that what she meant?

She also spoke to Biddy.

Biddy?

Why on earth would a lady
like Estella speak to Biddy?

Estella said I should come
to London,

and bring you home.

And then you should marry Biddy.

- Biddy?
- Yeah.

I should be with
a schoolteacher's girl?

Yeah, you were always together.

She loves you, Pip.

Now I see, Joe.

Now I see that you and Biddy
have cooked something up.

Pip, please.

And Mrs. Joe, I imagine,
joined in

and added sauce and relish.

You can't stand it...

Pip, the water
is getting shallow.

You can't stand it

that I've broken free
from my beginnings.

Biddy wants a husband.

And you, Joe, you want
someone to work the bellows

until you retire,
and then I would work the iron.

Mrs. Joe needs to be kept,

so she and you and Biddy
have cooked something up.

Pip, we are aground.

You come on
the three o'clock mail

to take me back
to my designated destiny.

But I've seen this city.

And this city has seen me,

and we suit each other
very well.

Thank you, Joe.

London and I suit each other
very fucking well.

So, Joe... Dear sweet Joe...

You've done the bidding
of the women,

and I'm afraid you have failed.

Now, please step ashore.

Go back to the village
and report to them

that Pip Gargery
is not coming back

to the forge or to the bellows,
not ever.

Pip...

You should eat something.

You're shaking.

I don't want you
in the Exchange Hall

because I don't want any of
my acquaintances to see.

But if they did see you,

I would say you are my boatman,

who I pay to row
when the tide is against me.

This is who I am now, Joe.

This is who I have to be.

I will always be there

waiting for you, Pip.

And you'll be waiting forever.

And please tell Estella

that the pyramids of Egypt
are waiting for us.

It's all there
in the document.

The blacksmith's boy
in his blacksmiths boots.

Come and meet
your natural destiny.

Will you shift out of the way?

Wemmick?

I won't ask
if you want coffee,

because I can see
that you need it.

Come down
and sit by the fire, Pip.

- Mr. Wemmick?
- Hmm?

Do you also have butter?

We have, and jam,
and marmalade and milk.

Breakfast for a gentleman.

You're laughing at me.

No, not laughing, Pip.

Mocking my ambition.

Turn the bread around
or it'll burn.

We will eat
breakfast together,

then we'll walk west
to Hammersmith.

I brought some clothes
and some other things for you.

And for lunch,
we'll have ham hock,

and for dinner
we'll have one of my own fowls,

which I will strangle
for the purpose.

Then I'll show you to your room.

My room?

Mr. Jaggers has insisted that

until certain matters
are resolved,

that you stay at my house,
under my protection.

Protection from what?

Your bread's burning, Pip.

Here, here.

I would say I'm protecting you
from certain others

who have evil
intentions for you, Pip.

Please eat.

But I think I should also be
protecting you from yourself.

Too much London too quickly,

it can choke you.

Perhaps Mr. Jaggers
hasn't told you

about our success last night.

Oh, Mr. Jaggers
tells me everything.

He tells me nothing.

Because he cares
for your welfare.

If he told you things,
you'd know them.

And knowing certain things
about certain situations can,

in this case, be fatal.

I can look after myself,
Mr. Wemmick.

Self-evidently, Pip,
you cannot.

And I am charged with taking
you to a place of safety.

There will be no rum
and there will be no pipes

in the leafy glades
of Hammersmith.

Well, I am my own engineer,
and my own carpenter,

and my own plumber,
and my own gardener,

and my own jack of all trades.

And soon you'll see

the triumphant result
of my handiwork.

You've built
your own house.

Not a house, Pip.

It is a fortress.

But a fortress against what?

Against all comers.

Come.

Ah, now...

Here there is
a turkey, chickens,

a goat, ponies and potatoes.

A mallard, beans, peas,

and, of course,
fish in the moat.

All in all, we would survive
a siege longer than that

which Achilles
afflicted on Troy.

And do you often
have to endure sieges

here in Hammersmith,
Mr. Wemmick?

And while this
business is conducted,

I will give you this.

It's a European double barrel
flintlock pistol,

double triggers.

Gun steel barrel
with brass furniture,

...58 caliber.

- Mr. Wemmick, I...
- You will keep it with you

at all times, loaded.

You'll leave the safety
catch on, but even so,

you'll shove it
through your belt,

pointing towards the floor,

lest you blow off
your own balls by accident.

Mr. Wemmick, I've never
fired a pistol.

I wouldn't even know
how to load one.

Then I'll teach you.

First, you should explain

who it might be
I would be firing at.

I think you already know who.

What you don't know is why.

I'm guessing the "who" is a man
named Compeyson.

If I were to write a name on
this rather uneven ball of lead,

that would be the name
I would write.

I have guessed who,

now you will tell me why.

There are 13 musket balls
in this jar.

By the time we've shot all 13
into the River Thames,

I would have explained why.

Pip, I have something
to tell you.

I did not
go away as I told you,

but I... I actually went
to see Estella.

Yes. And as a man of honor,

Pip, I must tell you...

I am here for a boy
named Pip Gargery.

Give me answers,
or lead will fly.

I'm afraid Master Gargery
is not at home at the moment.

Then where the fuck is he?

I don't honestly know.

I... I've been away.

Two shots.

The first to express
the urgency of the situation.

The second to conclude it.

You have 10 seconds

to speculate where he might be.

- One... Two...
- Okay.

He might be at the Exchange...

Already been there. Three...

Or at the... Four...

The Phoenix,
I've been there as well.

They say he owes them money. Five...

There's an opium den
in Limehouse.

It was the owner of the den
that gave me this address.

Seven... Eight...

- Please...
- Nine...

Estella, my love,
forget me not...

Ten.

Give me the gun.

And put your hands in the air.

I wasn't planning to pull
the trigger, Mr. Jaggers.

Mr. Pocket, you will forget
this ever happened.

It's already forgotten.

Mr. Compeyson,
you will come with me.

How amusing it will be
that none of them will have me.

My only sadness is
for the blacksmith's boy.

How curious that is.

On the stroke of ten...

I will take the ten o'clock
coach to heaven.

Estella, no!

Estella! No, no!

Who are you?

And how do you know my name?

My name is Magwitch.

The reason I know your name
is because

one wondrous night
many years ago,

in a room above a tavern,
I gave that name to you.

Estella...

I am Magwitch.

I'm your father.

You fire this every night
at 10:30.

Why?

To prove that some things
can be relied on.

But some things do not change.

Just as the river swells
and drains,

Wemmick fires his cannon.

You should go to bed.

You've been awake 48 hours.

How can I sleep?

You just told me
the mysterious fortune

I was given is the proceeds
of a highway robbery.

And the girl I'm in love with
is the daughter

of a cutthroat and a murderer.

But you, Pip, are blameless.

Drawn into all this
by a single act of kindness

one Christmas Eve
on the foggy marshes.

Go to sleep.

In the morning,
if all has gone well,

you can return to your life.

What do you mean,
"If all was gone well"?

How can anything now go well?

Usually in matters
of life and death,

Mr. Jaggers is as reliable
as my old cannon.

Usually.

Lately, since you arrived,

sometimes Mr. Jaggers misfires.

How will I ever take control
of my own destiny?

How do I know you're telling
the truth about who you are?

As I've told you,
I am your father.

No, you're my nothing.

No my absence.

No my no one.

You seem cold. Should we not
go inside the house?

Try to get warm.

I've been frozen my whole life.

What have you been told
about yourself?

That I was thrown away.

You were not thrown.
You were given.

I'm sorry.

I don't want apologies,
I want only facts.

Prove to me you know who I am.

Jaggers?

You know as well as I do,

I'm only trying to claim back
from that boy

a fortune
which is rightfully mine.

Not rightfully yours.

It was stolen.

It belonged to Magwitch and me,
by the law of the highway.

Magwitch had no right

to give it away
to some fucking boy

that he met on the marshes.

But give it the way he did.

But why?

Why give it to some boy
that he knew for half a day,

and half a night.

Perhaps because
he found something good in him.

That day on the marshes Magwitch
believed he was going

to spend the rest
of his life in chains.

So he decided
to do a good thing.

When he reached Australia,

he wrote to me
and gave me instructions.

When the boy turns 18,

my instruction was
to bring him to London,

and turn him into a gentleman.

And that, in my own way,
is what I'm doing.

And as the boy's guardian,

I must protect him

from evil men like you.

Dear God , Mr. Jaggers.

An emotion in your eyes.

Recently, a certain melancholy
self-reflection

has led to small changes
in the way

that I deal with the world.

That is the reason
I have decided

not to blow your
fucking brains out

right here in this alley.

But hear this.

Should you ever be tempted

to come within even one mile
of Pip Gargery ever again...

The delicacies
I have in my hand

will be cut free...

...and prepared in an onion
gravy and fed to you

in the form of a savory mash.

- Do you understand?
- Yes!

Leave the boy alone.

Eighteen years ago,

I was tracked down
to my lodgings by militia.

I escaped.

With stolen gold in my saddle,
and with you in my arms.

Your mother was
taken to a cell.

I rode with you
inside my coat...

To the only person in the world

I knew would take you,
and raise you.

A rich woman,

whose heart I knew was broken
and she lived here,

in this house.

I thought having
a child to care for

might help mend
Miss Havisham's heart.

Her heart didn't mend.

She wears her
wedding dress still.

And all she taught me was

how to break the hearts
of other people.

She sharpened me,

like a blade of a knife.

To be used against all men.

I'm her weapon of revenge.

Out there,
it was against yourself,

you were about to use a blade.

Why?

I am so tired
of feeling nothing.

At least the blade I can feel.

Well, now, I'm returned.

And there'll be change.

I'm here to settle old scores,

and try to undo
some of what I did.

When the sun comes up,
you tell your mama

my name is Magwitch.

Tell her I come with news about
the man who broke her heart.

But I will only give it to her
if she changes her clothes.

You tell her I said,

"Today is the day
when everything changes."

Weakness, Mr. Jaggers?

Oh, my.