All language subtitles for mc2

[Music playing]

[Knock on door]
Come in!

Gentleman downstairs for Miss Charity Pecksniff.

For me?

Oh, my gracious.

Ah, wouldn't I be gracious, neither.

Not if I was him.
Ha!

Oh, don't be absurd, Bailey.

I--I don't know any gentlemen in London.

There must be some mistake.

Don't you think so, Merry?

Obviously.

You need not be quite so positive, Merry.

You need not presume you are the only person in the world

to attract the attention of gentlemen.

I will see the visitor.

Show him into the drawing room.

Ahem!

Ah. Cousin.

Here I am, you see.

How do you find yourself?

Quite well, thank you.

And how's the other one?

Well, I believe.

Hmm. Did you think I was lost

since we last met?

I didn't think about you at all.

Ah, heh heh heh.

And what about the other one?

I'm sure I don't know.
Would you like to ask her yourself?

No. There's no cause for that.

Sit down.

She'd only laugh at me, anyway.

She's a terror for laughing, isn't she?

Mercy is rather lively. Ha ha ha.

Well, liveliness can be a pleasant thing...

When it don't need spending money.

That's your kind of liveliness, I think.

Ha ha ha.

I should have called on you before,

but, um...I didn't know where you were staying

till I happened to meet your pa in the street this morning.

What a sleek, sly chap he is.

Bit like a tomcat, ain't he?

Really, Mr. Jonas, I cannot allow you

to speak of my father so...

Disrespectfully, even in jest.

Ecod! You can say what you like of my father.

I think it's liquid aggravation

that runs through his veins, not regular blood.

How old should you think he was?

Well...I really couldn't say. Uh--

80!
Indeed?

Hmm.

Oh, a fine old age.

Fine old age? Where's his religion, I'd like to know,

when he flies in the face of the Bible like that?

3 score and 10--that's the mark.

And no man with a conscience and a proper sense of duty

has any right to live any longer.

[Laughing]
Oh. Tut, tut.

[Snorts]
Oh.

Yes, well...

Enough of him.

I called round to see if you would like to...

Take a walk...

See some
of the sights...

Come back to our house afterwards and...

Have a bit of something.

Pecksniff will...

come round later and bring you home.

Here's his note.

You'll bring the other one, you know,

for appearances' sake.

Mm.

[Vendor yells]

[Vendor yells]

[Giggling]

I declare, I can't walk another step.

You're always complaining, Merry.

Can't we take a cab?

You don't want to waste money on cabs.

You see the sights better on foot.

What sights?

Anyway, we're nearly there.

Just along here.

This is your home?

Yes. We live above the shop, you might say.

Shall we go in?

[Bell tolling]

Chuzzlewit.

What the devil do you want?

I need to talk to you.

Not now. Can't you see I've got company?

When, then?

Tomorrow at the tavern.

Usual time.

Don't forget to bring the money.

That's what I wanted to--

[Door opens]

Here, you, um...

Sit on my right side, cousin.

And I'll have the other one on my left.

Will you come here, other one?

Maid: Ahem, ahem.

I suppose I must,

though you're enough to take away one's appetite.

Ha ha. Ain't she lively?

I really don't know. I'm sick and tired

of being asked such ridiculous questions.

What's my aggravating father doing now?

I lost me glasses, Jonas.

[Sighs] Well, sit down without them.

You don't need your glasses to eat and drink.

And where's that old Chuffey?

Chuffey!

Jonas: Our clerk--old Chuffey.

[Wine pouring]

Is he blind?

No.

I don't think he's blind. Is he, father?

Certainly not.

Is he deaf?

No, I don't know that he's deaf.

Well, what is he, then?

Well, he's precious old, I'll tell you that.

I think my father must have caught it off him.

And he don't understand hardly anyone

except him.

[Sighs]

He's been a bookkeeper all his life.

Ha ha ha ha.

[Sighing]
Oh.

20 years ago,

he went and took a fever.

And all the time that he was ill,

he never left off adding up.

And he got to so many millions at last

that I don't think he's ever been quite right in the head since.

Help yourselves to vegetables.

Aren't you going to serve him?

Well, he'll eat when he's helped.

He don't mind if he waits a minute or an hour. Ha ha.

And when I'm sharp set, like I am today,

I come to him after I've taken the edge off my appetite.

Ha ha.

Are you ready for your dinner, Chuffey?

Ask him, will you, father?

Are you ready for your dinner, Chuffey?!

Yes, yes. Quite ready, Mr. Chuzzlewit.

Quite ready, sir.

All ready.
All ready. All ready.

He'll be most disagreeable.
Ha ha ha.

He normally chokes if it ain't broth.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha!

Did you ever see such a walleyed expression

as he's got?

I wasn't gonna let him come today,

but I thought he might amuse you.

Eh, he's better than the waxworks,

and no charge for admission. Ha ha!

Ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha! Uhh!

They return tomorrow morning by the overnight coach.

Indeed?

Mr. Pecksniff wishes to be met at the crossroads

with the gig and a cart for the luggage...

At 6:00.

You need not come with me.

No.

I'll keep you company.

That's very kind.

You're an honest fellow, Tom.

You know, when I'm a famous architect,

I'm going to take you into my employ.

No. Really?
Yes.

You could be useful to me in 100 ways--

overseeing the construction of my buildings,

receiving clients,

keeping the books, like you do for Pecksniff.

Of course, I'll be married by then.

Of course.

And Mary would like you.

I'm sure she would.

She'd smile when first she met you, but you wouldn't mind that.

No, I wouldn't mind that.

The brightest smile you ever knew.

And once she got to know you properly,

she'd take to you uncommonly,

never tire of telling me what a harmless, gentle,

well-intentioned fellow you are.

I must get on with my bookkeeping.

So you're going home, worse luck?

Yes, Bailey, we're going home.

Ain't you gonna leave none of the gents a lock of your hair?

Ha ha ha ha!

Certainly not.

It's real, ain't it?

Of course it's real.

Hers ain't. Why, I seen it hanging up once

on the nail by that window.

Ha ha ha ha!

Heh heh heh.

I say, young ladies...

Whatever you mean to give me,

you'd better give me all at once.

If you ever come back, I won't be here.

Why not?

You're going to leave Mrs. Todgers?

I ain't gonna stand being called names by her no longer,

nor being knocked about when the gentlemen's appetites are sharp.

It ain't my fault if they consume the provisions, is it?

But what will you do?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll join the army as a drummer boy.

I fancy myself in a uniform.

You'll get yourself shot.

I'd rather be shot with a cannonball than hit with a rolling pin.

Well, Bailey...

You've been an entertainment to us,

I must admit.

Here you are.
Uhh...

Oh.
Heh heh.

And here.

Ohh. Cor!

Thanks, young ladies.

Ohh.

[Laughing]

Men boarders:
♪ Go where the glory ♪

What's that?

♪ waits thee ♪

♪ But while fame elates thee ♪

♪ Oh, still remember me ♪

♪ When the praise thou meetest ♪

♪ To thine ear is sweetest ♪

♪ Oh, then remember me ♪

♪ Other arms may press thee ♪

♪ Dearer friends caress thee ♪

♪ All the joys that bless thee ♪

♪ Sweeter far may be... ♪

Jonas is a shrewd lad.

He appears to be very shrewd.

I taught him the first rule of business--

"Do other men, or they would do you."

Ha ha ha ha!

And he's careful, too.

With money, I mean.

An admirable quality, I'm sure.

Look ye, Pecksniff, I think he's sweet upon your eldest daughter.

Oh, tut-tut, sir.

Young people, young people, no more than that.

But what if it should be more?

Oh, ho ho.

Oh, I know what you're going to say--

that you never thought of it for a moment,

and in matters affecting the happiness of your daughter,

you couldn't express an opinion, et cetera, et cetera.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

But you've feathered your nest pretty well...

And so have I.

Our families are like 2 halves of a pair of scissors.

Together we might do something.

I will ponder very carefully what you've said.

Thank ye, Pecksniff.

Good-bye, Mrs. Todgers.

And thank you again.

Oh...

Mr. Pecksniff.

Men boarders:
♪ But when friends are nearest ♪

♪ And when joys are dearest ♪

♪ Oh, then remember me ♪

Here it comes!

At last.

Driver: Whoa! Whoa!

Mr. Pinch.

Dear me, have you come to meet us in person

on this very inclement morning?

Yes, sir. And Mr. Chuzzlewit, too, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Be so kind as to see to the trunks, Mr. Pinch, if you please.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, ladies.

Pecksniff: Walk on.

[Knock on door]

Ah, Mr. Pinch, come in.

Take some tea.

Ahem.

You must be very damp and cold.

Thank you, sir.

Pray, be seated, Mr. Pinch.

So, how have things gone on in our absence?

You will be much pleased with Martin's--

Mr. Chuzzlewit's designs for the grammar school.

Never mind that now. What have you been doing, Mr. Pinch?

Mr. Pecksniff, if you have quite recovered yourself,

I would be glad to hear what you mean by this treatment of me.

Hmm? What have you been doing, Tom?

Martin: Do me the favor of answering my question.

I will talk to you, sir, in due course.

Now! In due course will not do! Now!

Do you threaten me?

I lament to say it would be entirely consistent

with your character.

You have deceived me.

You have obtained admission to my house on false pretenses.

Go on. I think I understand this. What more?

This much more since you force me to publish your shame

before a third party.

Not only have you deceived me,

you've deceived an honorable, beloved,

venerated, venerable gentleman--

your own grandfather.

I thought so. You've wormed your way into his confidence, have you?

And last but not least,

you have deceived my daughters

and exploited their innocent trust.

Your daughters? Do you pretend

that I ever showed them anything more than common courtesy,

in spite of your puffing their attractions to me at every opportunity?

Be gone, sir! I cannot have a serpent and a leper

as an inmate of my house.

Martin, don't do something you'll regret.

Pah! Do you think I would soil myself

by laying my hands on him? Look at him there!

The floor is the right place for him.

He's a mat for dirty feet,

a cloth for dirty hands.

Mark my words. Don't pretend you don't hear me.

The day will come when the whole world--

even this poor deluded, exploited fellow here--

will know what a hypocrite you are.

[Door slams]

Martin!

Martin!

What now?

Are you going, Martin?

Going?! Going?!

Leaving at once, I mean, in this weather, on foot, with no money?

Yes, I am!

Take this with you.

A book?
Yes.

Look later where I have turned down the page.

It may lift your spirits a little.

Where will you go?

London, first, then who knows?

Wherever opportunity beckons.

What about your clothes and other things?

Pack them up and send them to London, would you,

to be called for at the coach office?

What are you going to do?
I don't know!

Yes, I do. I'll go to America and make my fortune.

Not America, Martin.

Your situation isn't that desperate.

Good-bye, Tom.

You're determined to leave us then, Mark...

Even in this weather?

There's a carter from Salisbury who's going to London today.

Said he'd take me for 6 shillings.

What will you do in London?

Don't know exactly. Something will turn up.

I thought you was fond of the Dragon.

Well, so I am.

Why do you leave us then?

I don't know how I shall manage without you, I'm sure.

Daniel Evans will do the heavy work.

He's a good man.

Won't be the same, though.

Would you take something before you go?

What'll it be?

Why, if I took what I like most...

I'd take you.

And no man wouldn't wonder if I did.

Oh, Mark Tapley, what do you mean?

If there's a bonnier woman in the whole village,

I'd like to see her. Or a kinder.

Bless my soul if I understand what you want.

I'll be plain with you, then.

As long as it's understood, I ain't making no love, you know?

Quite understood.

Hadn't you better take your arms away then?

Why? They ain't doing no harm, are they?

Let me ask you...

What would be the consequences of our getting married?

I thought you weren't going to talk such foolishness.

I'd be the envy of every man in the parish.

I'd never have a reason to leave the Dragon

in my whole life.

Then why go now?

I want to try myself...

Find out what I'm made of, do you see?

If we were to marry, you'd always be on the fret,

worrying you were getting too old for my taste,

and a-picturing me to yourself chained up to the Dragon door,

wanting to break away.

I don't know, but...

But it mightn't be true,

so I'm going now...

Before it's too late.

You're a good man, Mark.

I believe you've been a better friend to me this day

than I've ever had in all my life.

That's nonsense.

Man outside: Whoa!

There's the carter.

Good-bye, dear lady.

Still raining.

Well...it'll be my first test

to remaining jolly under trying conditions.

Good-bye, Mrs. Lupin.

Good-bye, Mark.

God bless you.

[Taps twice with cane]

Carter: Walk on together.

You see, ornamental architecture

applied to domestic purposes

can hardly fail to be in great demand in America,

for men are constantly moving westwards there,

and new towns must be built to accommodate them.

I should say, sir, that's a state of things

as opens one of the jolliest lookouts for domestic architecture

as I've ever heard tell on.

And although I am not--

strictly speaking--qualified yet,

I have demonstrated a natural aptitude for architectural design,

and the Americans are not likely to be overparticular on that score.

They dursn't be, sir, for their own good.

Some more cheese?

If you're sure you have enough. Thank you.

From all I hear, America's a place

where a man might earn some credit for being jolly.

Might I be so bold as to ask you, sir,

why you're going so soon,

instead of staying at Mr. Pecksniff's?

Well...

Now, when my grandfather, old Mr. Chuzzlewit,

stayed at the Blue Dragon,

did you have any dealings with the young lady who accompanied him?

Miss Graham? Indeed I did.

Sweeter young lady never breathed.

You speak the truth, Tapley.

She is the reason

why I'm seeking my fortune in America.

Indeed, sir.
Yes.

Um, are there lodgings here, sir?

Oh, yes. Go on inside.

How much is it?

9 shilling a week with coals.

I'll take it.

Cash in advance, sir.

Oh, uh...

I shall have to, uh...

Would you keep it for me? I'll be back in an hour.

Thank you.

Spare a shilling, sir?

Spare a shilling?

Spare a shilling, sir?

Spare a shilling?

Spare a shilling?

Spare a shilling?

Spare a shilling?

Spare a shilling, sir?
Spare a shilling?

Tigg: How much will you give me for this shirt, David?

Pawnbroker: What I always give you for it--2 shillings.

Tigg: Oh, make it 2 shillings and sixpence, David.

It's a kind of material that improves with age.

Pawnbroker: Ha. A florin.

Take it or leave it.

What can I do for you?

Please to give me the most you can for this watch.

I though I recognized the voice, by gad.

This is one of the most tremendous meetings

in ancient or modern history. How are you, sir?

What news of the agricultural districts?

Nothing I wish to communicate to you.

I understand your reserve, sir.

Our last meeting was not auspicious.

But I've parted from Slyme. My talents were wasted on him, you know?

It matters very little to me

whether you have set up as a vagabond on your own account

or are still trading on behalf of Mr. Slyme.

You're involved in a little trade yourself,

I see, sir.

Yes, well...

Uh, I'm going abroad on a...

sort of tour.

I need to supplement my funds.

Well, you couldn't have come to a better place.

David, pay particular attention to this gentleman,

who is a friend of mine.

Well...
A gold hunting watch, David.

Engine turned, jeweled, and capped.

Escape movement, horizontal lever,

and warranted to perform accurately

upon my personal observation over many years.

That watch, David, is worth £4 any day of the week.

I am certain it cost my grandfather a great deal more than that.

Did you hear that, David?

His grandfather's gift.

Well, it's worth a pound for sentimental value alone.

To him perhaps...

But not to me.

I'll lend you £3 on it.

Is that all?

Very well, then.

We accept the offer.

On the, uh...

Usual terms and conditions?

Yes. On the usual terms and conditions.

Pawnbroker: Name and address?

Martin Chuzzlewit, Esquire.

The Lamb and Flag. I don't know the name of the street.

It's near Charing Cross.

Good day.

[Door shuts]

This watch...

Is worth a lot more than 3 or £4.

Of course it is.

If I'm not mistaken, it's a rarity,

made by a master watchmaker,

a Swiss.

Ohh...

We could raise 50 guineas on such a watch, David.

Uh, "we"?

Well, give me credit for spotting the opportunity.

You heard the young fellow. He's going abroad.

There's no risk he'll redeem the watch for some while.

He may even forfeit it altogether,

he's such a novice in this sort of trade.

Meanwhile, we can turn it into capital.

We can do a lot with 50 guineas, David.

Rent an office, print notepaper,

start up a company.

[Knock on door]

Is that the boy with the coals?

Come in.

Your servant, sir.

I hope you're pretty well, sir.

Tapley...

How did you come here?

Right through the passage and up the stairs, sir.

No, I mean, how did you find me out?

Well, sir, when you and I parted,

I took the liberty of following you here.

Oh, did you indeed?

Yes, sir, just to see you came to no harm.

It was still dark night when the carter dropped us,

if you remember, sir.

Very well.
Sit down, Tapley.

Thank you, sir.
I'll as lieve stand.

If you won't sit down, I won't talk to you.

Very well, sir.

And what have you been doing in London?

Nothing, sir.

Why is that?

Well, I just can't seem to find a place

that suits me.

Oh, Lord bless you, sir.
What's the use of my going around and around

when I can come straight to the point in 6 words?

Will you take me with you?

Take you where?

Why, to America. Here I am,

with a liking for what's venturesome,

and a liking for you,

and I wish to come out strong under circumstances

as would keep other men down.

As soon as you mentioned America,

I saw clear at once, that was the place

for me to be jolly in.

I can pay for my own passage.

Well, then, you'd better do so. Go to America on your own.

What do you mean, sir?

Well, I haven't got enough money even to travel steerage.

I've pawned everything I can spare

just to pay for my food and lodging.

I've applied to work my passage as a common seaman,

but the ship owners laugh at me.

I've advertised in the newspaper for a position on shipboard,

but I haven't had a single reply.

I've been in London for 3 weeks now

and I'm no nearer to attaining my goal

than I was when I arrived here.

Hmm. I thought there was a screw loose in your affairs.

[Knock on door]

Yes, what is it?

Uh, this is Mr. Tapley.
Mrs. Brownlow.

Your servant, ma'am.

Oh. A letter came for you

while you were out, Mr. Chuzzlewit.

A letter.
Thank you.

If you'd care to send the boy out

with a scuttle of coals, Mrs. Brownlow,

that would be very much appreciated.

This must be a reply
to my advertisement.

At last.

[Opening letter]

A £20-note!

My word.

So it is.

There's not a word of writing to say who this comes from.

Well, that solves the problem of your fare, sir.

Tapley, do you know anything about this money?

Not a thing, sir. On my word of honor.

Then who on earth has sent it?

Who knows I'm here apart from you?

The pawnbroker.

There was a pawnbroker

who gave me a miserable £3 for my grandfather's watch.

He must have suffered a twinge of conscience

and sent this to make up for it.

A twinge of conscience?

A pawnbroker?

Well, there's no other explanation.

If I were you, sir,

I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Get round to that shipping office as soon as you can.

I will.

I know there's a boat leaving from Liverpool in a week's time.

And you will take me with you?

Tapley, in spite of this windfall,

I can't afford to keep a manservant.

But when you make your fortune, then you'd want a servant, wouldn't you?

Why, yes.

Well, I have a little money saved up

that should last me for a year or so.

Tapley, this is very generous of you,

but is it prudent?

Lord, sir, if prudence came into it,

I'd be sitting by the fire at the Blue Dragon now.

You'll find some way of saying good-bye to Miss Graham, I expect.

How can I,

when I don't know where my grandfather has taken her?

I can tell you where.

You can?

Where she was, anyhow.
Brown's hotel, Mayfair.

I heard the old gentleman tell his driver

when they had to leave the Dragon so suddenly.

This is wonderful. You must go to the hotel immediately.

If they are still there, do you think you could get a message to Miss Graham

without my grandfather's knowledge?

Leave it to me, sir.

I am very glad you came, Tapley.

My luck has changed.

I'm sure of it.

Martin.

Mary.

Thank you, Mark.

Right you are, sir.

You look more beautiful than ever.

But you look careworn.

That's hardly surprising.

I'm afraid you've paid a dear price for a poor heart.

Don't say that.

You're worth every sacrifice I have made.

Is it really true, as Mr. Tapley told me,

that you are going to America?

It's the only solution to our problems.

It's a land of opportunity.

But it's so far away.

When shall I see you again?

As soon as I have a chance to establish myself.

A year or so.

A year?
Perhaps less.

As soon as I can claim you as my wife

and free you from your dependence

on that malevolent old man.

Martin, since the day you left,

he has never said an unkind word to me about you.

Nor a kind one neither, I'll be bound.

Well, what's the matter?

It just makes me feel so wretched

to be the cause of division between you.

I can never forget that he took me out of that orphanage.

Purely for his own selfish ends.

Nevertheless,

even being here without his knowledge

makes me uneasy.

You do love me, don't you, Mary?

Of course I do, Martin.

But perhaps if you were to appeal to him--

No. I have my pride, too.

[Bell tolling]

There's my girl...

My little wife-to-be.

Ahem.

Excuse me, sir, but, um...

The horse guard's clock has just struck the quarter.

I only mention it

because the young lady particularly asked me to.

Quite right. I did.

I dare not stay for long.

Then let me be brief.

You know my relative Pecksniff?

Yes. Your grandfather has spoken of him

a great deal lately.

It seems he is a better man than we supposed.

[Scoffs]

We are going to stay with him and his daughters.

Pecksniff is a scoundrel,

in thought and deed and everything else.

As for his daughters,

well, I will only say that they are dutiful young ladies

and take after their father.

I'm sorry to hear it.

I was hoping they would be friends.

That is the very point I'm coming to.

In Pecksniff's employ,

there is a man called Tom Pinch.

Remember the name.

Tom Pinch.

A poor, strange, odd-looking fellow,

but very honest and with a special regard for me.

I like him already.

He also knows you, too, in a sense.

You used to visit the parish church where he played the organ.

The organist?

Yes, and he gets nothing for it, either.

There never was such a simple fellow,

but a very good sort of creature, I assure you.

When I write to you from America,

I will send the letters care of Pinch.

And while I'm gone,

it will be a great consolation to you

to have someone to talk to.

About me, you know.

I've written a letter to him which explains all this.

Ahem.
Excuse me, sir.

The half hour.

I must go at once.

Good-bye, Mary.

Martin, are you sure this is wise?

Absolutely.

Do you have enough money?

Do you think I would set off on such a venture otherwise?

Put your purse away.

Good-bye, my love.

Good-bye, Martin.

Mr. Tapley, I want to go to Bond street

before we return to the hotel.

Yes, miss.

[Knock on door]

Well, Mark?

Well, sir, I seen the young lady safe home.

She sent a lot of kind words, sir...

And this...

For a keepsake.

Diamonds.

And splendid ones.

My grandfather must have given her this, Mark.

Sir, you don't think, uh...

She might have bought it herself so to give to you

so you'd have something of value for a rainy day?

No, no, no. This was my grandfather's gift. Depend on it.

I'm sure you know best, sir.

I should wear it...

On...

This finger.

And there it shall stay

until the day when I put it back on her own dear hand.

She is quite worthy of the sacrifices I have made.

Jolly!

[Man groaning]

[Man coughing grotesquely]

Let the fire be!

It's a cold spring!

[Whiny voice]
"Waste not, want not."

[Chuckling]

There's little time left for that, Jonas.

For what?

For me to come to want.

He's your own son, Mr. Chuzzlewit.

Your only son, sir.

Yes, yes, Chuffey,

he's a chip off the old block.

[Anthony chuckles]

It's a very old block now, Chuffey.

No, no, no, Mr. Chuzzlewit,

not old. Not old at all.

He's getting worse, father.

Hold your tongue!

He says you're wrong!

Tut, tut, I know better.

I say he's wrong.

He's just a boy, that's what he is.

So are you, Mr. Chuzzlewit.

Compared to me, you're both boys.

[Chuffey laughing]

What's possessed the old mole?

I haven't heard him say so much in years.

I grow deaf, Chuffey.

What if you do?

I've been deaf this 20 years.

And blinder, too.

It's a good sign.

The best sign in the world.

You saw too well before.

Oh, I see what you're doing.

You're legacy-hunting, Mr. Chuffey, are you?

Well...

You're wasting your time.

Not...

At all.

£30 you get, Chuffey.

£30 a year maintenance, old boy.

And the rest...

To his only son...Jonas.

So you needn't bother yourself to be too affectionate--

What are you doing peering and prying around for, Pecksniff?

Why didn't you knock?

So I did, but nobody heard it.

The door being open, I came up.

I'm afraid I startled you in your, um...

Reading.

Ecod, it's enough to startle a man to see a fellow

looking directly at him who he thought was 80 miles away!

I am summoned to London by a little matter of business.

I came to pay my respects.

Oh, is that all?

Well, you'd, uh, better have some tea.

Wake up, father. Pecksniff's here!

[Knock on door]

Oh, I'm expecting a parcel.

You must excuse me, Pecksniff.

Add some more boiling water to the teapot.

There's plenty of strength left in the leaves.

Now that we are alone...

I am right in thinking

that, uh, metaphysically speaking,

our dear friend Mr. Chuffey here

is what is jocularly called a dummy?

He neither sees nor hears you.

Poke up the fire, will you, Pecksniff?

I feel a chill on me like the inside of a tomb.

I was never so surprised in my whole life

when I received your letter asking to see me

without Jonas' knowledge.

Jonas is sweet upon your daughter.

So you observed the last time we met.

Have you thought on what I said then?

Yes. And find much to recommend it.

Charity is a charming girl whom any man--

She's not young...

And heedless.

She comes from a good, griping stock,

I grant you that.

As long as she don't expect love...

Or tenderness

or anything of that sort.

Really, sir, you shock me.

Matrimony is surely inseparable

from the mutual regard of the spouses, the extreme--

You always was a hypocrite, Pecksniff.

Well, don't say later I didn't warn you.

I mean, when I'm--

[coughing]

When I'm dead.

Warn me? What about?

When I proposed the match,

I thought I had plenty of years ahead of me.

I see things...

Differently now.

[Wheezing gruesomely]

Mr. Chuzzlewit...

Oh.

Ohh...
The bottle of physic.

Ohh.

One spoonful?

[Wheezes]

Mr. Chuzzlewit.

Mr. Chuzzlewit,

I am at a loss to understand you.

When you have recovered yourself, we must speak further.

What are you doing?

Your father had a bad coughing fit.

I--I gave him some of this medicine.

I--I hope I did right.

Oh, yes.

Yes. Yes, you did right.

You know, now, Mr. Jonas,

I--I don't wish to alarm you,

but it seems to me that he is, um...

Sinking.

No, no. You don't know how tough he is.

He's had that cough all winter.

Come, let us sit down

and have some bread and butter.

Ahh.

So, how is Charity?

Blooming.

And the other one?

Ah, my volatile hummingbird.

Well, well.

Would she were a little less giddy.

Is she so very, very giddy then?

Besides her sister Cherry, she sometimes seems so.

[Deep-toned ticking]

My word, that is a most extraordinary clock.

Master!

[Throat clucking]

[Jabbering incoherently]

He seems to be trying to say something.

[Wheezes]

Oh, dear me!

I fear he may be, um...

I'll fetch a doctor.

Don't go, Pecksniff.

Pecksniff: No, no, no, of course not.

It was a mercy you were present.

Someone could say it was my fault!

Your fault, Mr. Jonas?

Well, people say such things.

I used to joke, you know, but I never wished him dead!

Sit him up in his chair. He'll soon be better.

Soon better. Soon better.

Soon better.

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