All language subtitles for Mr.Pip.2012.720p.BluRay.x264-PFa

When I was young, my mother
wove me a sleeping mat.

She said that if I got
lost in a bad dream,

all I needed to do was roll
over and feel the very seam.

That seam was the current
that would carry me home.

But what if home was a bad dream?

Our teachers told us that the place
we lived was called Bougainville,

part of a small group
of South Pacific islands

owned by Papua New Guinea.

But according to my mother, our island
was a woman and we lived in her heart.

She said no-one could own that.

But Papua New Guinea sold our
heart to a mining company.

My dad used to work at the mine,

but when all the trouble started,
he left to find work in Australia.

Mum and Dad argued
a lot about that.

We were going to join him later Mum
said we'd go on the next boat.

That's what she said
after every boat.

Higher. It's high as I can get it.

supplies are running low.

News of war came to our little
village in bits and rumours.

We heard that some of our people declared
war on the mine and shut it down.

We heard that Papua New Guinea
was sending in the army.

We heard they were going
to seal off our island

so no-one would be
able to get in or out.

First, they closed the mine.

They cut off our supplies and
closed down the schools.

All the whites left.

All except Pop-Eye, that is.

Mum said he stayed
because his wife Grace

would never leave the island again.

Pop-Eye! Pop-Eye!
Pop-Eye! Pop-Eye!

Argh!

We thought Pop-Eye's
tribe had forgotten him.

Or that maybe he was being
punished for an old crime.

Whatever his reason, it was
easy to see that Grace was mad.

Pop-Eye was more of a mystery.

Pop-Eye! Pop-Eye!

Mind your own business.

The PNG government
mean to starve us out,

but Abraham said,
'God will provide the lamb.'

Amen!

We still have what we always had.

We have our fish...
Amen!

our pigs, our
chicken, our fruits,

and we have our faith.

Amen!

♪ All good gifts around us
are sent from Heaven above

♪ Then thank the Lord

♪ O thank the Lord
For all His love. ♪

Mum.
Mm?

Me laik askim yu samting.

We speak English in this house.

Do you miss Dad?

Why do you ask that, girl?

There's not going to be
another boat, is there?

The blockade won't last forever.

Does it make a difference?

Sometimes I miss him.

Sometimes when you look along the
beach, there is your father, Matilda.

He's walking towards me.

And me?

And you, yes. Your father
is walking towards us both.

Get up.

Come on, lazybones!
You've got school.

What are you talking about?
School's been closed for months.

We haven't got a teacher.
You do now.

He's coming! Sit down, sit down!

Thank you for coming.

I wasn't sure you would.

Wasn't sure I would.

Look, I'll be honest.

I... I have no wisdom.

I'm not a teacher,
but I will try my best.

That is my promise to you children.
Yes?

Yes, Mr Watts.

Yes, Mr Watts,

Yes, Pop-Eye!

Oh, I know that some of
you call me 'Pop-Eye',

and... that's fine.

I actually quite like Pop-Eye.

Yes, Mr Pop-Eye.

I want this to be a place of
light, no matter what happens.

So, the first thing we must do
is clear this space for learning.

I have been saving some batteries
for a special occasion.

So let's open all the windows and
clean all the rubbish off the desks.

'My father's family
name being Pirrip,

and my Christian name Philip...

my infant tongue could
make of both names

nothing longer or more
explicit than Pip.

So, I called myself Pip,
and came to be called Pip.'

Yes. Well, I welcome questions.

And if you do have a question,

perhaps you'd be kind enough
to tell me your name.

Daniel, sir.
It's nice to meet you, Daniel.

Should we call you Pop-Eye,
or Mr Watts, or Mr Pip?

Those words were not mine, Daniel.

They belong to Mr Dickens...

words that I think can make
a difference in our lives.

And tomorrow, I will
introduce you to Mr Dickens.

That's a white man's name,
No, Matilda. You heard wrong.

Pop-Eye is the last
white man around here.

There's no others.
But Mr Watts says there is.

Hey, Leola!

Mr Watts! Mr Watts! Mr Watts!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's your name?

Mabel, Mr Watts.

Very pleased to meet you, Mabel.

My mother was thinking Mr Dickens
might have some malaria tablets.

My dad wants some kerosene.

What about some beer?

Where is Mr Dickens?
He's right here.

The line you heard yesterday was the
first line of Great Expectations

by the greatest English
writer of the 19th century,

Charles Dickens.

Now, when you read the
work of a great writer,

you are making their
person's acquaintance,

so you could say

that you've already met Charles
Dickens on the page, so to speak.

Although you won't
know him for a while.

When will we know him?

Well, I hope some of you will know
him by the time we finish the book.

The book is 59 chapters long,
we'll read a chapter a day...

6th February, 1990.

I'm sorry?

We'll know Mr Dickens on the
6th of February next year.

Alright, well, I'll take
your word for it, uh...

My name is Matilda.
Matilda. That's a lovely name.

Where did you get
such a pretty name?

The Australians at the mine gave
it to Dad to give Mum to give me.

In a way, you could say that Mr Dickens
got Pip's name from his father too.

Who knows what else you
might have in common?

Right. Who wants to
meet Mr Dickens?

Me!

'I give Pirrip as my
father's family name

on the authority of his
tombstone and my sister,

Mrs Joe Gargery,
who married the blacksmith.

As I never saw my
father or my mother,

and never saw any likeness
of either of them,

for their days were long before
the days of photographs,

my first fancies regarding
what they were like

were unreasonably derived
from their tombstones.

The shape of the
letters on my father's

gave me an odd idea that he was
a square, stout, dark man,

with curly black hair.

From the character and
turn of the inscription,

"Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,"

I drew a childish conclusion that
my mother was freckled and sickly.'

'To five little stone lozenges,

each about afoot and a half long,

which were arranged in a
neat row beside their grave,

and were sacred to the memory
of five little brothers of mine,

who gave up trying to get a living

exceedingly early in
that universal struggle.

I am indebted for a belief
I religiously entertained

that they had all been
born on their backs

with their hands in
their trousers pockets,

and had never taken them out
in this state of existence.

At such a time I found
out for certain

that this bleak place,
overgrown with nettles,

was the churchyard.'

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I came to see my brothers,

I'm sorry.

I never really knew them.

I actually used to think
they'd been born like that,

on their backs with their hands
in their trouser pockets.

Just never taken them out.

I prefer to think of them that way.

You there!

Get down.

Stay there.
Wait.

Come here!
No, don't... Stop!

Hold your noise. Keep still,
or I'll cut your throat.

Don't cut my throat, sir.
Tell us your name.

Pip, sir! Pip!
You know what file is?

Yes, sir.

And wittles? You bring the lot to me,
at the old Battery. You do it.

And you shall be let to live.

Now, what do you say?

A battery, sir?

Yes.
Not like the battery in my radio.

'Battery' in this case means
a military encampment.

A place with guns.
Like the no-go zone?

Where the rebels are.

Yes. Kind of.

That's very good, Sam.

So he stole his mother's pork pie?

Pip's an orphan.
He lives with his sister.

Brought him up by hand.

Sounds like she needed to use
her hand on him a little more.

What would you do, girl,

if a man was hiding in the jungle
and asked you to steal from me?

Would you do that?

No.

Pop-Eye should be teaching
you kids proper behaviour.

From now on, I wanna know everything
that happens in that book,

You hear me, Matilda?
Yes, Mum.

'That was a memorable day to me,
for it made great changes in me.

But it is the same with any life.

Imagine one selected day
struck out of your life

and think how different its
course would have been.'

Let's go grab the malaria tablets.

'Pause you who read this
and think for a moment

of the long chain of iron or gold,

of thorns or flowers,

that would never have bound you but
for the formation of the first link

on one memorable day.'

Where are they taking him?

Exile. Sending him to Australia,

My Dad's in Australia.
Do you miss him?

I guess I'm lucky.
Why?

I never knew my father
long enough to miss him.

Are you ready, Pip?

Wed best get back before your
sister goes on a rampage.

Will I see you again?

Who's that?
She's a friend,

Does she have a name?

Matilda!

What the heck you doing, girl?

Mr Watts?
Yes, Daniel.

What's it like to be white?

You mean what's it like to be white,
or what's it like to be white here?

Both.

A bit like what the last mammoth
must have felt, I suppose.

It's lonely at times. I don't know.
What's it like being black?

Normal.

We only feel black
around white people.

Yes, well, I'd say the
same is true for me.

Matilda, would you like
to do the honours?

This is my mum, Dolores.

Dolores Naimo,
Mrs Naimo, please come in.

Thank you.

I know you kids have been hearing
some story from Mr Watts,

but I'm here to tell you that
stories have a job to do.

They can't just lie around
like lazybone dogs.

They have to teach you something.

That's why I brought a book...
the Good Book.

When the missionaries came,
they taught us to believe in God.

But when we asked to see God,
they wouldn't introduce him to us.

So many people prefer to live
by the wisdom of the crabs

and the firefish that is
shaped like the Southern Star.

You must believe in something.

'God said, "Let there be light,"

and there was light.'

There is no sentence more beautiful
in the world than that one.

Yes, Violet.

What is the wisdom of the crabs?

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah... ♪

Mr Watts, can I ask you something?

Of course.

Is it strange to feel
like I know Pip?

I mean, really know him?

I think that is probably the greatest
compliment you could pay Mr Dickens.

Do you know him too?

My Pip is probably not exactly
the same as your Pip,

but, yes, I believe I do.

Today, we are not going to
start with Great Expectations.

Today we are very lucky
to have Mabel's mother.

Mrs Tanganani.

Thank you, Mr Watts.

I am here today hoping
to surprise you kids.

What if I tell you that some gardens
begin their life in the ocean?

The heart seed floats on the water,
then it washes up on the sand.

Seven days later, the sun and the
wind dry it as light as the husk.

Three months later,
a little seedling grows,

its white flowers open and look
back to the sea where it came from.

Why am I telling you
this, children?

Because its stamen makes a fierce
flame and keeps away the mosquitoes.

Right Mrs Tanganani,
the heart seed.

Thank you.

Alright, then.

Uh...

Yes, of course.

Thank you.
There's a place in the back.

Now, where did we get to?

The best place to find broken
dreams is down on the wharf.

AH those dead fish with
their eyes and mouths open,

they just can't believe that
they are not in the sea

and will never be again.

By the way, fish,
they go to Heaven.

Don't believe any
other shit you hear'

Silence is good for
a lot of things.

Boys who shout have
mud in their souls.

Stay away from boys
who abuse silence.

Other than that, I don't want to
tell you girls where to shop.

To kill a pig, you get two fat uncles to
hold it down and whack it on the chest.

How big do these uncles have to be?

Fat ones. Fat is good,
Skinny is no bloody good.

Pop-Eye's no bloody good.

Right.

'Our conference was held
in the state parlour

which was feebly
lighted by one candle.

It began with the strange gentleman's
drawing the candle to him

and looking over some
entries in his pocketbook.'

"My name is Jaggers.

I am a lawyer in London.

Now, Joseph Gargery..."

"Yes, sir?"

"I am the bearer of an offer

to relieve you of this young
fellow, your apprentice.

You would not object to
cancel his indentures?'

"Well, the answer is no."
"Very well!

Recollect the admission you have made
and don't try to go from it presently."

'Well, who's a going to try?"

"I didn't say anyone
is going to try!"

Hmm...

"Now, I return to
this young fellow.

The communication I
have got to make is,

that he has Great Expectations!"

Shh. Shh.

'It is a most miserable thing
to feel ashamed of home.

I had believed in the best parlour
as a most elegant saloon.

I had believed in the front
door as a mysterious portal.

I had believed in the forge

as the glowing road to
manhood and independence.

Within a single year,
all this was changed.

Now it was all coarse and common.

The change was made in me.
The thing was done.

Well... or ill-done,
excusably or inexcusably,

it was done.'

Is that you, boy?

Where have you been, girl?
Just playing on the beach.

I don't want you out
alone at night anymore.

Sam!

Sam!

Aah! Sam

You can't send them away.
They're just boys. They're your boys.

Not anymore.

Where's Sam?

'What could I become
with these surroundings?

How can my character fail
to be influenced by them?

But I knew very well that
it was not all good.'

I think the sooner you
leave here, the better.

Thank you, Mr Jaggers'
Thank you so much.

Matilda?

My dream is out, Matilda!
What are you talking about?

I believe that Miss Havisham
intends me for Estella after all.

Matilda, I'm leaving.
Leaving?

Pip has been given the opportunity
to become whoever he wants.

It means he's free
to make bad choices.

Like Estella?

You're not very fond of Estella, are you?
She's cruel.

Matilda!

Matilda!

Are you alright?

It's alright, it's alright.
It's alright, darling.

It's alright, darling.
It's alright.

Dolores?

No!

No, no! No!

Matilda'

Matilda'

Go and find your own kid!

Do you believe in
the Devil, Matilda?

Mr Watts says that the Devil
is just a symbol, not living flesh.

Nor is his Pip.

But you can't hear the Devil's voice.
You can hear Pip's.

That's it. You're not going back
to the school anymore.

Why? So I can be dumb like you?

If it wasn't for you,
we'd be in Australia with Dad.

'Heaven knows we need never
be ashamed of our tears,

for they are rain upon the
blinding dust of earth,

overlying our hard heads.

I was better after I had cried,
than before...

more sorry, more aware of my
own ingratitude, more gentle.

We changed again, and yet again,

and it was now too late
and too far to go back,

and I went on.

And the mists had all
solemnly risen now,

and the world lay spread before me.

My daughter, my lovely Matilda, says
she doesn't believe in the Devil.

She believes in Pip!

Well, Mrs Naimo,

what if I were to say to
you that on the page

Pip and the Devil
have the same status?

Each one strikes out on their own,

each one has the chance
to make their own mistakes...

And to abandon his family?!

How will Pip even know
if he's made a mistake?

If there is no God and no Devil, how
will he know what's right from wrong?

Mr Watts here thinks
he can know all things,

but for the rest of us people...

and that includes you,
my beautiful flower, Matilda...

pack the teaching of the
Good Book into your person.

That way, you kids will be
able to save Pop-Eye here

because I'm not going to.

Thank you, Mrs Naimo,
for such an illuminating lesson

on the relationship
between good and evil.

Once again, you've given
us much food for thought.

A shrine. Pip in the Pacific.

Well, why not? Great Expectations
doesn't tell the whole of Pip's life.

In the...

Yep, you're quite right.

All in good time.

Mr Watts?
Miss Naimo.

Pip's different in London.

I don't understand why he lets
Herbert Pocket call him Handel.

Pip is like an immigrant.

He's moving from one level
of society to another.

A change of name is as good
as a change of clothes.

We all need a change sometimes
to help us on our way.

He abandoned Joe.

Yes, he did.

H's not easy to be a perfect
human being, Matilda.

No! Let me.

Matilda. Get dressed.

Hurry up!

Move, move, move, move! Hurry up!

Go, go, go, go! Go! Go on!

Move, move, move, move, move!

Please, no-one wants to hurt you.

We would just like your
names for security reasons.

You!

Hey. Name.
Dolores.

D-O-L-O-R-E-S.

Now you.
Matilda.

I notice there are no
young men in the village.

Plenty of girls.

Mabel.

But no young men. Why is that?

We saw a signal on the beach.

What's P-I-P?

What is P-I-P?

Daniel.
Pip! Mr Pip!

Mr Pip? Is his name on this list?

Pip belongs to Mr Dickens, sir.

Who is Mr Dickens?

Move, move, move, move!

Hurry up!

Psst!

You are Mr Dickens?

Yes, I am.

Where is Pip?
Sir, Pip...

Pip is a creation.
He's a character in a book.

I understand the confusion, but if you
will allow me to show you the book,

you will see that Pip is a character
from the novel Great Expectations.

It's a novel. It's a story.
A wonderful story.

Matilda, would you mind?
I've left the book on my desk.

The book isn't there!
There is no book?

There is. I just can't find it.
I will not be lied to.

Sir, I assure you...
No. Stay there.

You say there is a book, fine.

Find me the book, or find Mr Pip.

Move, move, move!

Hey!

I will give you one more chance.

Bring me this man Pip,
or I will burn it all.

Please, sir! The man you're
looking for is... He's a fiction.

He's a character out of a book.

No. You will speak when I ask you.

I am not interested in
any more of your lies.

Go back, go back, go back,
go back, go back, go back.

You have been foolish.

You cannot defeat
me with your lies.

Next time I come here, I expect
this man Pip to be handed over.

I'm so sorry.

What's going on?

You stay here.

No!
Matilda!

Don't be foolish, girl!
Let go!

It's OK, Matilda.

It's alright.

Matilda. Matilda!

No, leave it, Matilda!
It's your father's!

Hold your noise!

Estella.

Whoo!
Understand that.

I know you lost all your books.

I wrote some things...

Hold your noise!

That's very good, Matilda.

Would you like me to leave it?
Put it in the pocket of my jacket.

Thank you.

Wake up. I have
something to tell you,

Our Father which art in Heaven...

Mr Watts, your Grace was the
cleverest of all us girls.

We all went to school together,

Thank you, Dolores.

Grace could speak German.

And hold her breath underwater
for longer than anyone.

And anyway matter,
she was beautiful too.

And remember the day
she lost her tooth?

She was lying in the canoe,
watching the fish

and the sea wave came and smacked
that canoe right in the mouth.

When she got her first pair
of shoes, she was so proud,

she carried them everywhere,

'cause she didn't want
them to get dirty.

What about you?

Grace lived in a beautiful
big house in London.

She lived in one part of the
house, I lived in the other.

But... it was very hard
not to notice Grace.

I'd never seen anyone so
black with teeth so white.

She would come by every
evening for a cup of tea

and she would sit across
the table from me.

And then one evening...

she brought her chair
around to my side

and she took my hand and
she placed it in her lap.

My darling Grace gave
me great happiness.

None greater than when
she gave me a child.

A baby girl to whom we
gave the name Sarah.

And we couldn't stop
looking at her.

We had a room in the middle of the
house, between us, for Sarah.

We filled this room with our thoughts,
our memories, our histories,

which we'd take it in turns
to write it on the wall.

And Grace traced Sarah's lineage

from her all the way
back to a flying fish.

Was I on this wall?

Uh, yes, I believe you were.

Sarah fell to meningitis
before her first birthday.

Grief...

Grace couldn't...
she couldn't move, didn't speak.

She never left her bed.

And I tried... I...

We moved homes,
we moved countries.

Finally, I thought that the best way
would be for Grace to reinvent herself.

I don't know how many of you here
know who the Queen of Sheba was.

It's in the Bible.

The Queen of Sheba
was a very wise black woman

who wanted to see if she could
match Solomon's legendary wisdom.

And she communed with him
of all that was in her heart

and nothing was hid.

We've all lost a lot
in recent times.

And those losses,
I think we should use them...

lo remind ourselves of the
things that we could never lose...

our minds and our imaginations.

Where are our imaginations?

Out there, and in here.

Alright, let's try something different.
All of you close your eyes.

Now, in a voice that only you can hear,
I want you to say your name.

Just say it to yourself, everyone.

Matilda Naimo. Matilda Naimo.

Matilda Naimo.

Now, no-one ever...
in the whole history of the world...

no-one has ever used your
voice to say your name.

It belongs to you.
Matilda Naimo. Matilda Naimo.

No-one can take that away from you.

When Mr Dickens sat down in 1860 and
started to write Great Expectations,

the first thing he had to do was to
clear a space for the voice oi Pip.

And that is what my
friend Matilda has done.

She's started to write
the story of Pip.

She has given us a special task,
a sacred task...

we have to retrieve the story
of Great Expectations.

So, who's with me?

Yes. Christopher.
Pip wanted to be a gentleman.

Yes, he did.

Can anyone be a gentleman?
Yes, they can.

Even a poor person?

Absolutely a poor person
can be a gentleman.

A gentleman... a gentleman is someone
who never forgets their manners,

no matter what the situation is,

no matter how terrible, how awful.

Money and social standing
have got nothing to do with it.

A gentleman always tries to do
the right thing.

Where have you been?
School, of course.

What, with the dumb
bugger, Pop-Eye?

Mum, I know you talked
Mr Watts into coming back.

This will remove Pip from the
protective comfort of home

to the unknown metropolis.

Metropolis. Uh... Alright.

Let's say that this here
is our little village.

In Pip's time, greater London
would be this immense metropolis.

We've got a new roof on our place.

Tag! Can't catch me!

Pip!

Sorry, would you
excuse us, Herbert?

What's wrong?
It's nothing.

I'm just... I'm running late for
a meeting with Miss Havisham.

I'll walk with you.

No, it's the young Miss
Havisham, Estella.

Anyways, it was very
nice to see you.

Who was that, Handel?
Nobody.

His name is Pip.

Or have you abandoned that too,
along with Joe and everyone else?

And you're so much better?

I'm sorry, Matilda, but you have no
idea what is expected of a gentleman.

I do. I just don't see one here.

Do you not have your own
shadow to play with?

Shit. Matilda. What are you
doing creeping around here?

What Estella says to Pip... do you not
have your own shadow to play with?

Yes. Very good.

Do you want to write this down?

Did Mrs Watts read
Great Expectations?

Grace?

Sadly, no.

She fried.

Till finally she said that
she would reach the end

if I would do the same with
the Bible, and that was that.

The thing is, you can't really
pretend to read a book.

Your eyes will always give you away.
Your eyes and your breathing.

The house could be on fire
and a reader deep in a book

wouldn't even notice until
the wallpaper was in flames.

And for me, Great
Expectations was such a book.

It gave me permission to...
change my life.

Reinvent myself.

Matilda.

There's a boat leaving the
night after the full moon.

Gilbert's father could
take us out to meet it.

A few hours on the open sea and
you'd be in the Solomon Islands.

And Australia?

Well, in the Solomons,
it'd be up to you.

Your mum too, Matilda.

But it's very important that you
don't tell anyone about this,

not even Dolores,
until I give the word.

Understand?

Hurry up! Go!

You. Move, move, move, move.

Hey!

Move!
Move out, move out.

We need medicines.

What medicines we had, you burned.

Last time we were here, you were
concealing a man named Pip.

Have you decided to
hand him to me yet?

I thought not.

Move

Move

I will ask you again for your name.

My father's family name being Pirrip,
and my Christian name Philip,

my infant tongue could
make of both names

nothing longer or more
explicit than Pip.

So I called myself Pip
and came lo be called...

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Hey, shut up!

I'm finished with being lied to.

Move, move!

Look up!

Who saw this?

No, Daniel.
I saw it, sir,

Sir, he doesn't know
what he's saying.

He doesn't know what
he's saying, sir.

Come.
No, he...

No!

Please, he doesn't know
what he's saying!

Would you like to go with him?

Yes, sir.

Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!

Get up! Get up!

Now, once more I will ask you...

who saw the white man die?

Who saw?

I did.

Sir, I saw your men chop up the
white man and feed him to the pigs.

He was a good man.
I'm here as God's witness.

I am God's witness.

Sir, I will be God's witness.

Take her.

No!

Stay.

You. Are you related to this woman?

She's my mother.

OK, girl. Move, move. Move.

Move it. Move it.

Does anyone else have
anything to say?

Move, move.

No

No! No!

No!

Matilda, my darling,

Oh, Matilda, my darting. Yeah.

No! Let her go! Please!

Stop it!

Stand up

Stand up.
Please...

Please, sir, I beg you, have mercy.
She's just a little girl.

Now you beg me, and for what?

What will you give me
to save your daughter?

Take me instead.
My men have had you already.

You have nothing left for me.

Take my life,

Did you hear that?

Your mother has offered her life
for you.

What do you say?
Matilda, don't say anything.

No, I wanna hear.
What do you say to your mother?

Very well.

Move Move. Move.

No. You stay here.

Hold onto me.

Hold on!

I saw something. It is. It's her,

Wait!

We have to go, Matilda.

Keep going. Slowly, slowly.

Keep going up.
Right.

Say 'ahhh'.
Ahhh.

Matilda... that's a nice name.
Where did you get that name?

Oh!

Here we are.

You've got some eating
to catch up on.

I bought you birthday cakes
for every one I've missed.

Guess you were still
a little girl in my head.

It's nice.
Alright.

Well, I'll let you settle in.

You alright?

I love you.

We've got a new student today.
Welcome, Matilda.

Matilda is from...

I came here from Honiara
in the Solomon Islands.

Oh, right. It says on your form...

My mum couldn't come, so I came
hereto help look after my dad.

OK. Right.

So if everyone can open their
maths books to page 348,

we're just gonna pick up
where we left off yesterday,

So yesterday we were having a look
at making up equations with algebra.

Today we're just gonna carry on with
using equations to solve problems.

So that first example there
at the top of page 348.

If I think of a number and
then multiply it by seven...

I get the same result as if I had
multiplied the number by four...

and then added 15

So if we're writing an equation
for this information...

It couldn't wait till after school?

The man travelled from Sydney
to see you. Some kind of lawyer.

So what's this about exactly?

Uh, you're aware of the
situation in Bougainville

since the blockade was lifted?

You've been there?
How long since you were there?

It's been ten years.

I assume you remember
Mr Thomas Watts?

He was my teacher...
in Bougainville.

Well, Mr Watts passed
away during the conflict.

Did you know that?

I'm sorry.

But it seems he left a will which
bequeaths much of his property to you.

Mind you, we've had a devil
of a time trying to find you.

It's primarily his house...
half a house. It's a flat, really.

The other half reverts to his wife.

His wife's dead.

No. No, loan assure you June
Watts is still very much alive.

And where's the flat?
In Gravesend, in London.

Platform four...

Mrs Watts?

I thought you were from Australia.
I am.

Go ahead. It's yours.
I'll put the kettle on.

Don't get many visitors.

Went out and got the
strawberry creams especially.

Thank you. It was lovely of you
to see me today, Mrs Watts.

Your husband had a
big influence on me.

Tom did?
He was my teacher.

A longtime ago in Bougainville.

So you knew her then?
The other woman.

I married a weak man, Matilda.

I don't want to sound
unkind, but it's true.

Tom was not a brave man.

He should have left me properly
rather than carry on the way he did.

I'm sorry, Mrs Watts.
I didn't know about any of that.

Water under the bridge now.

We were young. Everyone
was young in those days.

I suppose you knew about
Tom's theatre thing.

There she is The Queen of Sheba

He had some funny
ideas, that director.

'Avant-garde,' Tom said.

The Queen of bloody Sheba.

I didn't think about Grace much.

I didn't give her
nearly enough thought.

She was always laughing.

It was like living next door to
someone who was permanently drunk.

Couldn't imagine him on her island.

What was he like?

When you last saw him.

He was a gentleman.

He was always a
gentleman, Mrs Watts.

I'm not going to take the flat.

It's not mine. It's yours.

Thank you so much, Mrs Watts.
I'll pour the tea.

No. That's OK. Thank you.

You've given me so much already.

Take it if you want.
But it's yours.

Never read it.

Tom would want you to have it.

So what brings you to
the Dickens Museum?

It's a long story.

Did you meet Mr Dickens?

I've met Mr Dickens,
and that is not him.

Yes, the Dickens I
knew told stories too.

And he wore a while suit
and a red clown nose

and collected shells from
sparkling blue waters.

Pip...

Heaven knows we need
never be ashamed of our fears

for they are rain
upon the blinding dust of earth,

overlying our hard hearts.

I was better after I had cried,
than before...

more sorry, more aware of my
own ingratitude, more gentle.

We changed again, and yet again,

and it was now too late
and too far to go back,

and I went on.

And the mists had all
solemnly risen now,

and the world lay spread before me.

What is the wisdom of the crabs?

Well, my mum always said
that wind and rain are on the way

if a crab digs straight down and blocks
the hole leaving marks like sun rays.

Who is your mum?

Matilda!

Sometimes I miss him.

Sometimes I will look
along the beach.

There is your father, Matilda.
He's walking towards me.

And me?
And you, yes.

Your father is walking
towards us both.

My mother's name
is Dolores Mary Naimo.

My father's is Joseph
Francis Naimo.

My father worked with the Australians
who gave him the name 'Matilda'.

He gave it to my mother
for her to give me,

and so they called me Matilda

and I came to be known as Matilda.