All language subtitles for (downloadrooz.in) Great Expectations (1946)

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

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.

Keep still or I'll cut your throat.

No, sir, no...

Tell us your name. Quick.

Pip. Pip, sir.

Show us where you live.
Point out the place.

There, sir. There.

- Now, where's your mother?
- There, sir.

No, sir. There, sir.

Also Georgiana.
That's my mother.

Ah. Is that your father
along with your mother?

Yes, sir, him, too.
Late of this parish.

Ah.

Who d'you live with? Supposing you're
let to live which I ain't decided yet.

With my sister, sir. Mrs Joe Gargery,
wife of Joe Gargery the blacksmith.

Blacksmith, eh?

Now look here,
do you know what a file is?

Yes, sir.

- You know what wittles is?
- Yes, sir. Food, sir.

Then you get me a file and wittles
or I'll have your heart and liver out.

If you'll kindly let me keep upright, sir,

perhaps I shouldn't be sick
and perhaps I could attend more.

Bring that file and them wittles to me
here tomorrow morning, early.

- Yes, sir.
- Don't say a word of having seen me.

- No, sir.
- If you do,

your heart and liver will be tore out
and roasted and ate.

There's a young man hid with me, and
in comparison with him, I'm an angel!

That young man has a secret way
of getting at a boy, and at his liver.

A boy may lock his door,
may be warm in bed,

but that young man will softly creep
his way to him and tear him open!

Say heaven strike you dead if you don't.

Heaven strike me dead if I don't.

Now you know what you've promised,
young man.

- Get off home.
- Good night, sir.

Hello, Joe.

Mrs Joe's been out a dozen times
looking for you, Pip.

She's out again now,
making it a baker's dozen.

- Is she?
- And she's got Tickler with her, Pip.

She got up, she made a grab at Tickler
and she rampaged out, Pip.

- She rampaged out.
- If I find Pip...

She's a-coming. Get behind the door,
old chap, and get the towel betwixt you.

You young monkey!

Ow!

Now then, where have you been?

- Only the churchyard.
- Churchyard, indeed.

You'd have been there long ago
if it hadn't been for me.

It's bad enough being a blacksmith's wife
without being your mother.

Churchyard, indeed! You'll have me in
there on the rampage with my poor heart.

Get to the table. Both of you.

Listen.

- Was that great guns, Joe?
- Yes, there's another convict off.

- What does that mean?
- Oh, escaped, escaped.

There was one escaped last night.
They fired a warning of him.

This must be a second one.

- Where does the firing come from?
- Ask no questions, you'll be told no lies!

Mrs Joe, I should like to know,
if you wouldn't much mind,

- where the firing comes from.
- From the hulks, of course.

Oh, hulks. And, please, what's hulks?

That's the way with him. Answer him
one question and he'll ask a dozen.

Hulks are prison ships,
right across the marshes.

I wonder who's put in prison ships
and why they're put in there.

People are put into prison ships
because they murder, forge and rob,

and do all sorts of bad things.

And they always start
by asking too many questions.

Now get on with your supper
and get off to bed.

A boy may be warm in bed,
he may pull the clothes over his head,

but that young man will softly creep
his way to him and tear him open!

No!

Wake up, Mrs Joe!

Wake up!

Mrs Joe, wake up.

You're a thief, Pip.

You're a wicked thief, Pip.

You'll be sent the hulks.

A boy with somebody else's brandy!

- With somebody else's file.
- With somebody else's pork pie.

Stop him!

Hello, young thief.

I couldn't help it, sir.

Sir?

- You brought no one with you?
- No, sir.

- No one followed you?
- No, sir.

- What's in the bottle, boy?
- Brandy.

I think you've got the ague, sir.

I'm much of your opinion, boy.

- I'm glad you enjoy it.
- Hm?

- I said, I'm glad you enjoy it.
- Thank you, boy, I do.

Aren't you going
to leave any of it for him?

- Him? Who's him?
- The young man you spoke of.

Oh, him. He don't want no food.

He looked as if he did.

Looked? When?

- Just now.
- Where?

Over there.

Did you notice anything about him?

He had a big scar on his face.

- Not here?
- Yes, there.

Give us hold of that file, boy.

If you're not wanting me, sir,
we have company for dinner

- and my sister will be up early.
- Thank you, boy. Thank you.

This boy ought to be truly grateful,
ma'am, for this princely dinner.

Do you hear Uncle Pumblechook?
Be grateful.

- Why are the young never grateful?
- Naturally vicious.

- True, true.
- Now, to finish with...

I want you all to taste a delicious gift
from Uncle Pumblechook.

It's a pie. A savoury pork pie.

A savoury pork pie!

Let's have a cut of this pie, Mrs Joe,
and we'll try to do it justice.

Clean plates. Cold.

I always say
a bit of savoury pork pie

will lay atop of anything you may care
to mention and do no harm.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing, sir.

I should think not. Enjoying yourself
with your elders and betters,

improving yourself
with their conversation.

Now then, son.
Where do you think you're off to?

Oh, excuse me, but I'm on a chase
in the name of the King.

- I want the blacksmith.
- And what might you want him for?

Missus, speaking for myself
I should reply,

for the honour
of his fine wife's acquaintance.

Speaking for the King I answer,
a little job done.

Blacksmith, we've had an accident
with these.

They're wanted for immediate service.
Will you throw your eye over them?

- Convicts, Sergeant?
- Aye, two.

- Have you seen 'em?
- Heavens, no!

- We haven't seen them.
- Well, we'll find 'em.

Platoon, fall in!

Platoon, attention!

Shoulder, up!

Left turn!

Platoon, march!

If that boy comes back
with his head blown to bits,

don't look to me to put it together again!

I hope we don't find them, Joe.

I'd give a shilling if they had
cut and run, Pip. Come on.

Help! Convicts escaping!

- Come on!
- Help!

This way!

Help!

Officers, quickly!

This way! This way!

Help! Help! Quickly, this way!

Let go!

Don't forget, I took him.
I gave him up to you.

- Don't forget that.
- He tried to murder me.

Me, tried to murder him? I kept him
from getting off these marshes.

I could've got clear,
then I discovered he was here.

And let him go free to make
a fool of me again?

Let me go.

Make ready!

Present!

Fire!

Hand.

You're expected on board.

Come on.

Light those torches.

Get aboard, you.

Torch bearers!

I wish to say something
respecting this escape.

It may prevent some persons
laying under suspicion along'a me.

What is it?

I took some food from the blacksmith
near the village over yonder.

It was a dram of liquor and a pie.

Have you missed
such an article as a pie?

Well, my wife did
the very moment you came in.

Oh, so you're the blacksmith, are you?

Then I'm sorry to say I've eat your pie.

Oh, you're welcome to it
as far as ever it were mine.

We don't know what you've done
but we wouldn't have you starve for it,

poor miserable fellow creature,
would us, Pip?

Give way, you.

Cast off there!

It was a year later...

Now, if that boy ain't grateful this day,
he never will be.

- It's to be hoped he won't be pampered.
- Not by Miss Havisham, ma'am.

- She knows better.
- Do you know who Miss Havisham is?

- Yes.
- Who?

She's the strange lady in the large house.

- But she's mad, ain't she?
- She may be mad,

but she's rich enough
to make his fortune.

She wants him to play there. And he'd
better play there or else I'll work him.

Well, I wonder how she comes
to know our Pip.

Oh, Lor-a-mussy me!

Here I stand talking to mere mooncalves,
Uncle Pumblechook waiting,

and that boy grimed with dirt
from his head to his feet.

Ow!

Ring the bell, boy!

- What name?
- Pumblechook.

Quite right.

- Can you read the time, boy?
- Yes, sir.

- A quarter past three.
- Punctual to the minute.

Let it be a lesson to you.

This is Pip.

So this is Pip, is it?

Come in, Pip.

- Do you wish to see Miss Havisham?
- If Miss Havisham wishes to see me.

Ah, but you see, she doesn't.

Come along, boy.

Your clock's stopped, Miss.
It should say a quarter past three.

Don't loiter, boy!

Come along, boy!

Take your hat off!

This door, boy.

- After you, Miss.
- Don't be silly. I'm not going in.

Come in.

Who is it?

- Pip, ma'am.
- Pip?

Mr Pumblechook's boy. Come to play.

Come nearer.
Let me look at you.

Come close.

Look at me.

You're not afraid of a woman who has
never seen the sun since you were born?

No.

Do you know what I touch... here?

- Your heart.
- Broken!

I sometimes have sick fancies.

And I have a fancy
I should like to see someone play.

Play.

Estella, come here.

Your own, one day, my dear.

And you will use it well.

Let me see you play cards
with this boy.

With this boy?

But he is a common labouring boy.
And look at his boots.

Well...

you can break his heart.

What do you play, boy?

- Only beggar my neighbour.
- Beggar him.

- Four for the ace.
- One for a jack.

He calls the knaves "jacks", this boy.

And what coarse hands he has.

You stupid, clumsy, labouring boy!

She says many hard things of you,

but you say nothing of her.

What do you think of her?

I don't like to say.

Tell me... in my ear.

I think she is very proud.

Anything else?

I think she's very pretty.

Anything else?

I think she is very insulting.

Anything else?

I think I should like to go home now.

And never see her again,

though she is so pretty?

I'm not sure
that I wouldn't like to see her again,

but I think I'd like to go home now.

You shall go home soon.
Play the game out.

Wait here, boy.

- Why don't you cry?
- Because I don't want to.

You do. You've been crying
and you're near crying now.

Long after I had gone to bed that
night, I thought of Estella,

and how common she would
consider Joe, a mere blacksmith.

I thought how he and my sister
were sitting in the kitchen,

and how Miss Havisham
and Estella never sat in a kitchen,

but were far above
the level of such common things.

The following week...

You're to come this way today, boy.

- Well, I'm sure! What next?
- The idea!

Well?

- Well, Miss?
- Am I pretty?

Yes, I think you are very pretty.

Am I insulting?

No, not so much so as you were
last time.

- Not so much so?
- No.

There! Take that,
you coarse little monster.

- What do you think of me now?
- I shan't tell you.

Because you're going to tell upstairs,
is that it?

No, that's not it.

Why don't you cry again,
you little wretch?

I'll never cry for you again.

In there, boy.

Oh!

So the days have worn away, have they?

- Yes, ma'am. Today...
- There, there.

I know nothing of days of the week,
nothing of weeks of the year.

Do you know what that is?

- There?
- I can't guess what it is, ma'am.

It's a great cake. A bride-cake.

Mine.

On this day of the year,
long before you were born,

this heap of decay was brought here.

It and I have worn away together.

Mice have gnawed at it.

And sharper teeth
than teeth of mice have gnawed at me.

There, there.

Walk me.

Walk me! Walk me!

Dear Miss Havisham.

Good morning, Miss Havisham.

- How well you look.
- I do not look well, Sarah Pocket.

I am yellow skin and bone.

Those, Pip, are my relations,

the Pockets.

They are very particularly
interested in my health.

So, once a year, on my birthday,

I summon them to visit me.

- Many ha...
- There!

Pip, my dear,
run into the garden and play.

Estella will tell you when to come back.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello, young fellow!

- Hello.
- Who gave you leave to prowl about?

Miss Estella.

Come and fight.

Oh, stop a minute, though. I ought
to give you a reason for fighting, too.

There it is. Come on.

- Are you satisfied with the ground?
- Quite satisfied, thank you.

Good.

- Ready?
- Ready.

That means you've won.

Can I help you?

No, thankee. I'm quite all right.

- Good afternoon, then.
- Same to you.

Boy!

Boy!

Yes, Miss?

You may kiss me, if you like.

Now you are to go home.

Three months later,
my sister became ill

and was laid to rest
in the churchyard on the marshes.

The occasion was marked for me,
not so much by the passing of Mrs Joe,

as by the arrival of Biddy.

Very soon she became
a trusted friend to both of us

and a blessing to the household.

Biddy, I want you to help me.

Don't I help you, Pip?

Oh, yes, you help me a lot
with my letters and figures,

but this is a secret.

Oh, what is it?

- Biddy.
- Yes?

- Biddy, I want to be a gentleman.
- A gentleman?

Oh, I wouldn't if I was you, Pip.
I don't think it would answer.

Biddy, I have a particular reason
for wanting to be a gentleman.

Well, you know best, Pip, but don't
you think you're happy as you are?

I'm not happy as I am.
I'm coarse and common.

Coarse and common,
are you, Pip? Who said so?

The beautiful young lady at
Miss Havisham's.

And I want to be a gentleman
on her account.

- Whom have we here?
- A boy.

- A boy of the neighbourhood, hey?
- Yes, sir.

- How do you come here?
- Miss Havisham sent for me, sir.

Well, behave yourself.
I have a pretty large experience of boys

and you're a bad lot of fellows.

- Mind you behave yourself.
- Yes, sir.

- Take this in there, boy.
- Yes, Miss.

From this moment,
I entered upon the occupation

of pushing Miss Havisham in her chair.

As we began to be more
used to one another,

Miss Havisham talked more to me
and asked me such questions

as what I'd learnt
and what I was going to be.

Estella was always there,
and always let me in and out,

but never told me
I might kiss her again.

Sometimes she would
coldly tolerate me.

Other times,
she told me energetically...

I hate you!

My admiration of her
knew no bounds

and scarce a night went by

without falling asleep with the image
of her pretty face before my eyes.

One day...

Does she grow
prettier and prettier, Pip?

Yes, Miss Havisham.

There, there.

That's all till next time.

Miss Havisham, I can't come next time.

This is sad news, Pip. Why not?

Tomorrow is my birthday
and I'm fourteen.

And you start your apprenticeship
with the blacksmith, do you not?

Yes, Miss Havisham.

Why so glum, Pip?

Are you not excited
by your new venture?

I used to think I would be,
but I'm not now.

Pip...

here are some golden sovereigns.

- A gift from me.
- Thank you, Miss Havisham.

Do with them what you please.
You've earned them well.

Thank you.

Come and see me on your next birthday.

- Yes, Miss Havisham.
- Estella, show him out.

Goodbye, Miss Havisham.

Goodbye, Pip.

You'd better say goodbye to me
because I'm going away too.

- Going away?
- Yes.

I'm going to France
to be educated for a lady.

- Educated for a lady?
- Yes.

Well? Aren't you sorry I'm going?

Yes, Estella. I'm very sorry.

I wish I knew when
you were coming back. I wish...

What do you wish?

I wish I could kiss you goodbye.

My boyhood had ended

and my life as a blacksmith began.

It was in the sixth year
of my apprenticeship,

and it was a Friday night.

Are you the blacksmith
by name Joseph, or Joe, Gargery?

Yes, sir.

Have you an apprentice commonly
known as Pip? Is he here?

I'm Pip, sir.

- So you are Pip?
- Yes, sir.

My name is Jaggers.
I'm a lawyer in London.

I wish to have
a private conference with you two.

We'd better go into the house.

Now, Joseph Gargery,

I am the bearer of an offer
to relieve you of this young fellow.

You would not object to cancel
his apprenticeship for his own good?

- You would want nothing?
- Heaven forbid I should want anything

for not standing in Pip's way.

Very well, then.
I come now to this young fellow.

And my communication to him
is that he has great expectations.

I am instructed to communicate to him

that he will come into
a handsome property.

Further, that it is at the desire of
the present possessor of that property

that he shall be removed from his
present sphere of life and from this place

and be brought up as befits a young
gentleman of great expectations.

Now, Mr Pip, you are to understand first

that it is at the request of the person
from whom I take my instructions

that you always bear the name of Pip.

If you have any objection,
now is the time to mention it.

I have no objection.

I should think not, indeed.

Secondly, Mr Pip,

you are to understand that the name
of the person who is your benefactor

is to remain a profound secret
until that person chooses to reveal it.

If you have any suspicion
whom that person might be,

keep that suspicion
within your own breast.

If you have any objection,
now is the time to mention it.

- Speak out.
- I have no objection.

And now, Mr Pip,
kindly consider me your guardian.

I thank you, sir.

I'm well paid for my services,
otherwise I shouldn't render them.

I have arranged for you
to go to London in a week's time.

You will need some new clothes.

They should not be working clothes.

Twenty guineas.

Well, Joseph Gargery?
You look dumbfounded.

I am.

Then good night, Mr Gargery.

- Good night, Pip.
- Good night, sir.

Pip!

A young gentleman of great
expectations!

Biddy! Biddy!

Pip!

This is a very gay figure, Pip.

I start for London tomorrow.

I thought you would not mind
my taking leave of you.

Well?

I've come into such good fortune
since I saw you last

and I am so grateful for it.

I've seen Mr Jaggers, Pip.

I've heard about it.

- So you go tomorrow?
- Yes, Miss Havisham.

And you are adopted by a rich person.

- Not named?
- No, Miss Havisham.

And Mr Jaggers is made your guardian?

Yes, Miss Havisham.

- Is Estella...
- Abroad.

Prettier than ever

and admired by all who see her.

And you too have
a promising career before you.

Be good and deserve it, Pip.

You will always keep
the name of Pip, you know.

Yes, Miss Havisham.

Goodbye, Pip.

Well...

Bye, Joe.

God bless you, dear old Pip.
God bless you.

- Bye, Biddy.
- Goodbye, Pip.

One day I'll come
and see you in London, Pip,

and then what larks, eh?

- Goodbye!
- Goodbye, Joe.

Goodbye, Pip, old chap.

Hey, London.

Ahem. Excuse me, please.
Is Mr Jaggers at home?

He is not. He's in court at present.

- Am I addressing Mr Pip?
- Yes, I'm Mr Pip.

Mr Jaggers left word would you wait
in his room. This way, please.

Couldn't say how long he might be
but he won't be longer than he can help.

Go and wait outside, Mike.

- I hope I'm not interrupting.
- Oh, certainly not.

Oi!

- Your first time in London, Mr Pip?
- Yes, sir.

I was new here once.
Rum to think of it now.

- Whose likeness is that?
- That?

This is our most famous client.
Got us a world of credit.

This chap murdered his master.

Didn't plan it badly.

- Is it like him?
- Like him? It is him, you know.

This cast was made in Newgate,
directly after he was taken down.

Your man is on this afternoon.
Got the witness?

- Yes, Mr Jaggers.
- Wait here.

- Mr Pip's here.
- Good.

Ah, so you've arrived safely, Mr Pip.
Good morning.

- Good morning, Mr Jaggers.
- We can soon settle you.

Wemmick, Mr Pip's file.

Wemmick will show you to Mr Herbert
Pocket's rooms in Barnard's Inn,

where you will live.

Oh, sit down, Mr Pip, sit down.

Mr Pocket can give you a good lead
as to the places in London

with which you should become
acquainted. That is agreeable?

- Yes, Mr Jaggers.
- Next, money.

Your allowance will be £250 per annum,

which means that
you will draw from Wemmick

the sum of 62 pounds,
10 shillings per quarter.

A very handsome sum
of money too, I think.

- You consider it so?
- How could I do otherwise?

- But answer the question.
- Undoubtedly, Mr Jaggers.

Good.

Get out!

Here is a list of tradespeople
with whom you may run an account.

- Take Mr Pip to Barnard's Inn.
- Yes, sir.

I shall check the bills
and pull you up if you get on too well.

You'll go wrong somehow,
but that's no fault of mine.

Goodbye and good luck, Mr Pip. Mike!

Mr Wemmick, I don't quite know
what to make of Mr Jaggers.

He don't mean that you should know.

Deep, that's what he is, as Australia.

Who was that
he shouted at so fiercely?

That was his housekeeper,
name of Molly.

He got her off on a murder charge.

Murder? Isn't he frightened of her?

Not him. When you come to see us again,
take a good look at her.

- Shall I see anything uncommon?
- You'll see a wild beast tamed.

Keep your eye on it.

Here we are.
Mr Pocket's on the first floor.

- You don't want me any more?
- No, thank you.

As I keep the cash,
we shall most likely meet pretty often.

Very glad to make your acquaintance.

- Good day.
- Good day, sir.

Mr Pip?

Mr Pocket?

I'm extremely sorry, but the fact is
I've been out on your account,

for I thought you might like a little fruit.

- I went to Covent Garden market for it.
- Thank you. It's very nice of you.

Can I take the parcels?

It sticks, you know.

Pray, come in.

Now, this is the sitting room.

Rather musty, but Barnard's is musty.

I'm afraid I'm rather bare here.

Now, that's my little bedroom.
And this is your room.

Come in.

- It's very nice.
- The furniture's specially hired.

Dear me, you're holding the fruit
all this time. I feel quite ashamed.

You'll be very quiet here and we'll be
alone, but I dare say we shan't fight.

Fight?

Fight! I knew I'd seen you
somewhere before.

You're the pale young gentleman
from Miss Havisham's.

Bless me! And you are the prowling boy.

- The idea of it's being you!
- Well, the idea of it's being you!

You've forgiven me
for knocking you about so?

Of course.

- You hadn't your good fortune then?
- No.

- I was hoping for a good fortune then.
- Indeed?

If Miss Havisham had liked me,
I should have been provided for,

perhaps even engaged to Estella,
but I didn't care for her. She's a tartar.

- Miss Havisham?
- I don't say no, but I meant Estella.

You know she was adopted
and brought up by Miss Havisham

to wreak revenge on all the male sex?

Wreak revenge on all the male sex?
What revenge?

- Heavens, I thought you knew.
- No.

It's quite a story,
and shall be saved till dinnertime.

- Shall I take your stick?
- Thank you.

And your hat.

- Herbert?
- Yes, my dear Pip.

As I've been brought up a blacksmith,

I'd take it as a kindness if you'd give me
a hint when I go wrong in my manners.

With pleasure,
but you need very few hints.

Thank you very much.
Please tell me more of Miss Havisham.

Ah, yes!

But let me point out that it's not
the custom to put the knife in the mouth.

For fear of accidents.
It's as well to do as other people do.

- I must apologise. Thank you.
- Not at all, I'm sure.

Miss Havisham was an heiress
and was looked upon as a great match.

Well, one day there appeared
upon the scene a certain man.

I never saw him,
for this was 25 years ago.

He pursued her closely
and professed to be devoted to her.

She fell passionately in love with him,

which brings me to the cruel part
of the story -

merely breaking off to remark,
my dear Pip,

that it's not necessary to fill
the mouth to its utmost capacity.

- Oh, very sorry. I was so interested...
- Not at all, I'm sure.

The marriage day was arranged,

the wedding dresses bought,
the guests invited.

The day came, but not the bridegroom.
He wrote a letter...

Which she received
at 20 minutes to nine.

- Exactly.
- So that's why she stopped the clocks.

Yes! When she'd recovered
from a bad illness,

she laid the whole place waste,
as you've seen it,

and has never since
looked upon the light of day.

Herbert,

you said that Estella was not related to
Miss Havisham, but adopted.

When?

There's always been an Estella
since I've heard of a Miss Havisham.

I know no more. So, Pip, all I know
of Miss Havisham, you know.

Let's change to brighter prospects.
Let's drink to London.

And a very happy future.

To London and a very happy future!

Two, three, four...
Now all together, Mr Pip. That's right.

That's better. Much better.

Enjoy yourself.

Ready?

Ready.

Forgive me, Herbert.

Carry on, Pip, carry on.

So if I could buy some new furniture
and perhaps one or two other things,

I think I could be quite
at home at Barnard's Inn.

Go it! I knew you'd get on.

How much do you want?

- Twenty pounds?
- Wemmick!

Well, Pip, I should say you were at home.

- Herbert?
- Yes?

We've done very badly.

Very badly.

Thank heaven for my birthday.

- Good morning, Mr Pip.
- Morning.

- Congratulations, Mr Pip.
- Thank you, Mr Wemmick.

Come in.

- Mr Pip, sir.
- Come in.

21, eh, Pip?

I must call you "Mr Pip" today.

- Congratulations, Mr Pip.
- Thank you, Mr Jaggers.

Sit down.

Now, my young friend,
I'm going to have a word with you.

- If you please, sir.
- What are you living at the rate of?

- At the rate of, Mr Jaggers?
- The rate of.

I'm... I'm afraid I am unable to answer.

I thought so. Now, I've asked you a
question. Have you anything to ask me?

Well, it would be a great relief to ask you
several, if it were not forbidden.

Ask one.

Is my benefactor
to be made known to me today?

No. Ask another.

Well, I was just wondering...
if I had anything to receive.

I thought we should come to that.
Wemmick!

You have been spending pretty freely of
late, and you are in debt, of course?

I'm afraid I must say yes, sir.

- You know you must say yes?
- Yes, sir.

Wemmick,
hand Mr Pip that piece of paper.

Now, unfold it and tell me what it is.

It is a bank note for £500.

That is a bank note for £500.

At the rate of that handsome
sum of money per annum,

and at no higher rate, you are to live
until your benefactor appears.

Will it... Will it still be
years hence, Mr Jaggers?

When that person discloses, you and
that person will settle your own affairs.

My part of the business will cease.

That's all I have to say.
Wemmick, show Mr Pip out.

Thank you, Mr Jaggers.

My dear Mr Pip,
Mr Gargery is going to London

and would be glad, if you are agreeable,
to be allowed to see you.

He would call
Tuesday morning at nine o'clock.

We talk of you every night and wonder
what you are saying and doing.

No more, dear Mr Pip.

From your ever obliged
and affectionate servant, Biddy.

As I watched Joe that Tuesday
morning,

dressed grotesquely in a new suit,

let me confess, that if I could have
kept him away by paying money,

I certainly would have paid money.

In trying to become a gentleman,

I had succeeded in becoming a snob.

Joe. How are you, Joe?

Pip. How are you, Pip?

Come in, Joe.

Well, Joe, I am glad to see you.

Pip, dear old chap, you've growed and
you've swelled and you've gentle-folked

as to be sure you're an honour
to your king and country.

And you, Joe, look wonderfully well.
Give me your hat.

Oh, Herbert, this is Mr Joe Gargery.
Joe, Mr Herbert Pocket.

- How do you do, Mr Gargery?
- Your servant, sir.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you kindly, sir.

Will you take tea or coffee, Mr Gargery?

Thank you kindly, sir.

I'll take whichever
is most agreeable to yourself.

- What do you say to coffee?
- Thank you kindly, sir.

Since you are so good
as to make choice of coffee,

I'll not run contrary to your opinions,
but don't you find that rather heating?

Say tea, then.

If Mr Gargery will excuse me, I will go
down to fetch the morning's letters.

Thank you kindly, sir.

- Us two being now alone, sir...
- Joe, how can you call me "sir"?

Us two being now alone, Pip,

I will mention what have led to me
having the present honour.

Miss Havisham have recently sent
for me.

Miss Havisham, Joe?

"Would you tell Mr Pip," she said,

"that I wish to see him at once,

"for I have something
most particular to disclose to him."

I see.

Well, I have now concluded, sir, and Pip,

I wish you ever well and ever prospering
to a greater and greater height.

But you are not going now, Joe?

- Yes, I am.
- You'll be coming back to dinner?

Oh, no, Pip, old chap.

You and me is not two figures
to be together in London.

I'm wrong in these clothes, Pip.

I'm wrong out of the forge
and out of the kitchen, off the marshes.

But Joe...

You won't find half so much fault
with me

if you think of me
as Joe the blacksmith.

And so...

God bless you, dear old Pip, old chap.

God bless you.

All that day, Joe's simple dignity
filled me with reproach.

And next morning
l began the journey to our town,

knowing that I should sleep that night
at the forge.

But as the miles went by,

I became Iess convinced of this,

and invented reasons
and excuses for not doing so.

Joe, Pip's here.

Oh, we didn't expect you, Pip.

Pip, your bed's not ready.

We thought for certain
you'd be staying in the town.

You must stay in the town.

Gentlemen always stay
at the Blue Boar.

Blue Boar, Rochester.

All other swindlers upon earth
are nothing to the self-swindlers.

And with such pretences
did I cheat myself.

Surely a curious thing.

Come in, Pip.

- How do you do?
- How do you do, Miss Havisham?

You kiss my hand as if I were a queen.

Well?

I thought that you were so kind
as to wish to see me, Miss Havisham.

Well?

Estella!

Well, Pip?

Estella, this is an unexpected pleasure.

I didn't think to find you here.

You two must have a lot
to say to each other.

Go out into the garden, both of you,
and walk and talk together.

I must have been a strange little creature
to hide and watch you fight that day.

But I did and I enjoyed it very much.

- You rewarded me very much.
- Did I?

Don't you remember?

I remember I entertained
a great objection to your opponent.

I took it ill that he be brought here
to pester me.

- He and I are great friends now.
- Are you?

I imagine since your change of fortune
you have changed your companions.

Oh, yes, naturally.

Remember the first time I came here?
The time you made me cry?

Did I? I don't remember.

Not remember you made me cry?

You meant nothing to me,
why should I remember?

You must know, Pip, I have no heart.

Perhaps that's why I have no memory.

No one looking at you could believe that.

Oh, I have a heart to be stabbed at
or shot at, but you know what I mean.

There's no sympathy there,
no softness, no sentiment.

If we are to be thrown much together
you had better believe that at once.

I can't believe it, Estella.

Very well. It's said, at any rate.

But remember
how I have been brought up

and don't expect too much of me.

Come, Pip.

You shall not shed tears
for my cruelty today.

We'll go just once more
round the garden and then go in.

Miss Havisham will be expecting you
at your old post.

Is she beautiful,

graceful, well-grown?

- Do you admire her, Pip?
- Everyone must who sees her.

She is going to London soon
and you shall meet her there.

I shall be the happiest man in London,
Miss Havisham.

Love her.

If she favours you, love her.

If she tears your heart
to pieces, love her.

I adopted her to be loved.
I developed her into...

As punctual as ever, Jaggers.

As punctual as ever.

How do you do, Pip?
And what are you doing here?

Miss Havisham wished me
to see Estella, Mr Jaggers.

A fine young lady.

Shall I give you a ride,
Miss Havisham?

Once round?

A very fine young lady, Pip.

- Estella!
- Pip.

How nice to see you, Estella.

Miss Havisham taught me
there are two Richmonds,

one in Surrey and one in Yorkshire.
Mine is the Surrey Richmond.

The distance is ten miles and
you are to take me there. My purse.

- No.
- No, take it.

We are not free to follow
our own devices.

The carriage is ordered for half
an hour from now and tea is ordered.

- Does that please, m'lady?
- The tea will please her greatly.

Why are you going to Richmond?

I am going to live, at a great expense,

with a lady there who has the power
of taking me about and introducing me,

and showing people to me,
and showing me to people.

You'll have a gay time and be admired.
You must look forward to that.

It's part of Miss Havisham's plan.

I shan't take pleasure in events
which I don't shape,

but I shall be beautiful and gay,
I shall be obedient

and I shall write regularly of my gaiety.

Will you always be part of
Miss Havisham's plan, Estella?

Do you thrive with Mr Pocket, Pip?

Yes, indeed.

We've left Barnard's Inn
and moved to the Temple.

Oh?

I live quite pleasantly there, at least...

At least?

As pleasantly as I could anywhere...

away from you.

All summer I saw a great deal
of Estella and I was very happy.

Until I realised, somewhat
uncomfortably,

that she had many admirers.

It was not until the winter,

that fate threw her in the way
of Bentley Drummle.

- Are you tired, Estella?
- Rather, Pip.

- You should be.
- Say rather I should not be,

for I still have my letter
to Miss Havisham to write.

Recounting tonight's triumph?
Surely a very poor one, Estella.

I don't know what you mean.
Have there been any?

- Lords, ladies and gentlemen!
- This is our dance, Estella.

Pray take your places
for the next dance.

Estella, look at Drummle.

He never takes his eyes off you.

Why should I look at him?

Is there anything I need to look at?

That's what I want to ask you.

He's been hovering
about you for weeks.

Moths and all sorts of ugly creatures
hover about a lighted candle.

Can the candle help it?

My lords, ladies and gentlemen,

pray take your partners
for the Spanish polka.

Everybody dislikes him,
you must know that.

There's nothing to recommend him
but money and ridiculous ancestors.

It makes me wretched
to see you encourage him.

Does it?

You give him looks and smiles
such as you never give to me.

Do you want me then
to deceive and entrap you?

- Do you deceive and entrap him?
- Yes, and many others.

All of them but you.

- Who do you want?
- Mr Pip.

I am Mr Pip.
What's your business?

My business?

Ah, yes, I'll explain
my business, by your leave.

Do you... Do you wish to come in?

Yes, I wish to come in, master.

Now perhaps you will explain your visit.

It's disappointing after having looked
forward so distant and come so far.

- Ah, but you're not to blame for that.
- What do you mean?

I'll speak in half a minute.

Give me half a minute, please.

There's no one nigh, is there?

Why do you ask that question?

Ah, you're a game 'un.

I'm glad you growed up a game 'un.

Now I know who you are.
The churchyard.

The churchyard on the marshes.
You're the convict I gave the food to.

You acted nobly, my boy.

Noble, Pip, and I've never forgot it.

If you're grateful
for what I did as a child,

and you've come to thank me for it,
there's no need.

However, since you've found me out,
will you drink something before you go?

Yes, I will drink, I thank you, afore I go.

I hope you won't think that
I spoke harshly to you just now.

I had no intention of doing it,
and I'm sorry for it if I did.

I wish you well and happy.

How have you been living?

I've been a sheep farmer, away in
the new world, in New South Wales.

- I hope you've done well.
- I've done wonderful well.

- I'm famous for it.
- I'm very glad to hear it.

I hoped to hear you say so, dear boy,

but you've done well too, eh?

Yes, I've done quite well.

May I make so bold as to ask
how you've done well

since you and me was out
on those lone, shivering marshes?

- How?
- How?

Yes, I've been chosen
to succeed to some property.

Might a mere varmint ask what property?

I don't know.

Might a mere varmint ask
whose property?

I don't know.

Could I make a guess at your income
since you come of age?

As to the first figure now. Five?

Concerning a guardian.

There ought to have been a guardian
or such like when you were a minor.

Some lawyer, maybe?

As to the first letter
of that lawyer's name now...

would it be J?

As the employer of that lawyer
whose name began with J,

and might be Jaggers...

I wrote from Portsmouth to a person
in London

for particulars of your address.

That person's name?

Why, Wemmick!

Yes, Pip, dear boy, I made a gentleman
of you. It was me what done it.

I swore that time, that as sure as I earned
a guinea, that guinea would go to you.

And that there hunted dog
what you kept life in

got his head so high that he made
a gentleman. And Pip, you're him!

Why, I'm your second father Pip,
and you're my son.

And how good-looking you've growed.

Ah, there's a pair
of bright eyes somewhere, eh?

Isn't there a pair of bright eyes
what you love the thoughts of?

They shall be yourn, dear boy,
if money can buy 'em.

But didn't you never think
it might be me?

No, never.

Well, you see, it was me
and single-handed.

Never a soul in it but me own self
and Mr Jaggers.

- Was there no one else?
- No. Who else should there be?

Well, where are you
going to put me, dear boy?

- Put?
- To sleep.

Who's that?

Don't be alarmed. It's Mr Pocket
who shares these rooms with me.

Phew! What a night!

Hello.

Herbert... something
very strange has happened.

This is a visitor of mine.

Take it in your right hand.

Say "Strike me dead on the spot
if I split in any way whatever."

Strike me dead on the spot
if I split in any way whatever.

- Kiss it.
- Do as he says, Herbert.

Now, you're on oath.

Come in.

Ah. You can go now, Molly.

- Now, Pip, be careful.
- I will, sir.

Don't commit yourself or anyone.
You understand me?

- Mr Jaggers...
- Don't tell me. I don't want to know.

I'm not curious.

I merely want to assure myself
that what I've been told is true.

Did you say told or informed?

Told would seem to imply
verbal communication.

You can't have verbal communication
with a man in New South Wales.

- I will say informed.
- Good.

I have been informed
by a person named Abel Magwitch

that he is my unknown benefactor.

That is the man, in New South Wales.

- And only he?
- And only he.

I'm not holding you responsible for
my mistakes and wrong conclusions,

but I always supposed that
it was Miss Havisham.

As you say, Pip,
I am not at all responsible for that.

- Yet it looked so like it, sir.
- Not a particle of evidence.

Take nothing on its looks,
take everything on evidence.

Well, I have nothing more to say.

You should know that I communicated
with Magwitch in New South Wales

and reminded him that if he returned
to this country it would be a felony,

rendering himself liable
to the extreme penalty of the law.

Take a look out of that window, Pip.

That sort of thing happens every day.

Magwitch has enemies here
who would not hesitate to inform on him.

I see.

But he has guided himself
by my caution, no doubt.

No doubt.
If you will excuse me, sir.

There's no other alternative.

He must leave the country
and I have to go with him.

- Why?
- He has risked everything for me.

- I can do no less than stand by him.
- What will you say to Estella?

I am at a loss to know what to say to her.

She'd never understand about him.

But I must see her before I go.

- Ah! Just come down?
- Yes.

Beastly place,
your part of the country, I think.

I'm going out for a ride. I mean to explore
those marshes for amusement.

Out-of-the-way villages there, curious
little public houses, smithies and that.

Mr Drummle, I don't find this
a very agreeable conversation.

I'm sure you don't, but don't lose
your temper.

- Haven't you lost enough?
- What do you mean?

The lady is joining me later, so take
her horse to her house in an hour.

Very good, sir.

And don't forget to tell the waiter
I'm going to dine with the lady.

Aye, aye.

Come in.

What wind blows you here, Pip?

I went to Richmond yesterday
to speak to Estella,

and finding that some wind
had blown her here I followed.

What I have to say to Estella
I will say before you in a few moments.

It will not surprise you,
it will not displease you.

I am as unhappy as you could ever
have meant me to be.

I have found out whom my patron is.

It isn't a fortunate discovery,

and is not likely ever to enrich me in
reputation, station, fortune, anything.

But there are reasons
why I can say no more of that.

It is not my secret but another's.

It is not your secret
but another's. Well?

When you first caused me
to be brought here, Miss Havisham,

I suppose I really came here
as any other chance boy might,

as a kind of servant to gratify a want
or a whim and to be paid for it.

- Aye, Pip, you did.
- And that Mr Jaggers was...

Mr Jaggers had nothing to do with it.

His being my lawyer and the lawyer
of your patron was a coincidence.

He holds the same relation
towards numbers of people.

But when I fell into the mistake,
at least you led me on.

- Yes, I let you go on.
- Was that kind?

Who am I, for heaven's sake,
that I should be kind?

Well, well, well. What else?

Estella, I should have said this sooner
but for my long mistake

which led me to believe that Miss
Havisham meant us for one another.

I couldn't tell you of my real feelings
while you were not free to choose.

But now I have to go away.
And I must say it before I go.

I love you, Estella.

I've loved you ever since
I first saw you here.

Pip, I tried to warn you not to love me,
but you thought I didn't mean it.

Isn't it true that Bentley Drummle
is in town pursuing you?

Quite true.

That you encourage him
and ride out with him?

And that he dines with you this very day?

Quite true.

How can you fling yourself
at such a man?

Should I fling myself at you, Pip, who
would sense that I bring nothing to you?

But you cannot love him, Estella?

What have I always told you?

Do you still think
that I don't mean what I say?

Estella, you...

You would never marry him?

Why not tell you the truth?
I am going to be married to him.

Come, Pip. Don't be afraid
of my being a blessing to him.

I shall not be that.

Here is my hand.

Let us part on this. You'll get me
out of your thoughts in a week.

What have I done?

If you mean what have you done to me,
Miss Havisham, let me answer.

Estella has been part of my existence
ever since I first came here,

the rough, common boy
whose heart she wounded even then.

She has been the embodiment
of every graceful fancy

that my mind has ever known.

To the last hour of my life
she will remain part of my character,

part of the little good in me,
part of the evil.

But you may dismiss me
from your mind and conscience.

But Estella is a different case.

And if you can ever undo
any scrap of what you've done amiss,

in keeping part of her right nature
away from her,

it will be better to do that than to bemoan
the past through a hundred years.

Late that evening, I left the room
with the long table for the last time

and started on my way back to London.

- Mr Pip, I believe. Good morning.
- Good morning.

I have a note for you, sir.
The messenger said it's urgent.

- Get me a cab off the stand.
- Yes, sir.

- Morning. What's the trouble?
- You got my note then?

- Yes, I came straight here.
- What have you done to your hands!

- I got them burnt. I'm very anxious...
- Everything's taken care of.

Pray, come in.
You don't object to an aged parent?

- Oh, no, delighted.
- This is Mr Pip, Aged P.

And I wish you could hear his name.
Give him a nod, that's what he likes.

You have made acquaintance
with my son at his office, I expect.

- Yes.
- Nod away, if you please, like winking.

Yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

I hear that my son is a wonderful hand
at his business, sir.

You're as proud of me as punch,
ain't you, Aged P?

There's a nod for you.
There's another one for you.

Now, Mr Pip and I have business
to discuss.

Come and sit down.

I want to offer an apology,
he doesn't have many pleasures.

Just tip him a nod now and then
and he'll be as happy as a king.

You'll appreciate I'm most anxious
to know what's happened.

Of course. Now...

I heard by chance yesterday morning

that an old enemy of a certain convict,
whose name we needn't mention...

- Yes...
- ... have got wind of his being in England.

So I went to the Temple and found Mr
Herbert.

I told him that if he was aware
of any such person,

whose name we needn't mention,
being about your chambers,

that he'd better get him out of the way.

I also heard that you had been watched.

- That I'd been watched?
- Yes.

And might be watched again.

So he had better get him out of the way
while you were out of the way.

I see. He would be
greatly puzzled what to do.

He was!

But we've now moved him to a house
by the river, down Limehouse way.

- I should like to join them at once.
- My advice is to wait till after dark,

by which time, you see,
we can have those hands attended to.

- Good evening.
- Good evening, sir.

- Thank you. Our supper, if you will.
- Very good, sir.

- How is he?
- All's well.

I'm a heavy grubber, dear boy,
always was.

Are you sure you can rely on
Wemmick's judgement and sources?

Aye, Wemmick knows.

He spoke to me
of a particular enemy of yours.

- Do you know who that might be?
- Aye.

The man you saw fighting with me
on the marshes, with the scar.

He turned informer on me
to save his skin.

He'd do it again to see me hanged,

but no sneaking rat like him's
going to make me leave, my boy.

If you're worried, there's no need.
I'm coming with you.

No!

You're a game 'un.

What a game 'un my boy's
turned out to be, eh?

The following day,
I sent Herbert to make some enquiries.

He found that the packet boat
for the continent

left Gravesend Pier
at high tide every Thursday.

I set myself to hire a boat.
It was soon done.

I couldn't get rid of
the notion of being watched.

How many undesigning persons
I suspected of watching me,

it would be hard to calculate.

I began to go out
as for training and practice,

sometimes alone, sometimes with
Herbert.

We were out in all weathers
and became familiar figures on the river.

My burns were still very painful.

We made it a practice that Herbert
should embark from the place

nearest to the house
where our convict was hidden.

As the hours of the tide changed,
we took to going further downriver.

There, on the marshes,
we found a lone public house

where we decided to stay
on the night of our escape.

And from a nearby buoy we timed
the passing of the packet boat.

We chose this spot carefully.

It was just above the point where
the steamer picked up the river pilot.

The river pilot.

Our river pilot.

One day, Herbert bought
two steamship tickets

and our plans were set.

Boat ahoy!

Ahoy there!

- Tell me something.
- What, dear boy?

What I did for you as a child
was such a small thing.

Why have you done so much for me?

I had a child of me own once, Pip.

A little girl who I loved and lost.

What happened to her?

I don't know. It's a dark part of my life,
dear boy. Ain't worth telling.

But when on those lone,
shivering marshes

a boy was kind to a half-starved convict,

that boy took the place
of the child he had lost.

Pull on your left.

Here she comes!

One, two.

One, two. One, two...

One, two.

You have an escaped convict there.
That's the man in the stern.

I call upon him to surrender
and you to assist!

Look out!

Help!

I'll never forgive myself for this.

I'm all right, dear boy.

I'm content to have seen my boy
and to take my chance.

Jaggers will help us.
He'll get you off, all right.

Prisoners at the bar.

It is now my duty to pronounce
the sentence demanded by the law.

The sentence of this court is...

that you be taken hence to the place
from whence you came,

and from thence to the place
of execution.

And that each of you there be hanged
by the neck until you be dead.

And may Almighty God
have mercy on your souls.

Are you certain there is nothing
you can do to save him?

Nothing. You realise that
you no longer inherit his money?

- That will be claimed by the Crown.
- The money's of no interest.

If you'd been a blood relation, it might
have been different, but you are not.

You mean, if he had a child,
the money would go to the child?

The money might go to the child.

Mr Jaggers, there was a child.

- So you think there was child?
- I know there was a child.

And what's more, Mr Jaggers,
you know it.

Sit down, Pip.

I'm going to put a case to you, Pip,
but I admit nothing.

I understand. You admit nothing.

Put the case that a woman
is charged with murder.

Put the case that this woman
has a child whose father is a convict.

- I understand perfectly.
- But that I make no admissions?

But that you make no admissions.

Now, Pip, put the case
that this woman's legal advisor

knows an eccentric and very rich lady

who is anxious to adopt a little girl.

You understand, Pip?

I understand, but I can hardly believe.

Ring that bell, Mr Pip.

- Yes, sir?
- Basin.

Yes, sir.

Well, Pip?

If I am in my right mind,

and that woman is Estella's mother,

this legal advisor you mention
will have a lot to answer for.

Now, Pip.

Put the case that this legal advisor

has often seen children
tried at the criminal bar.

Put the case that he has known them
to be imprisoned,

whipped, neglected, cast out,
qualified in all ways for the hangman,

and growing up to be hanged.

Put the case that here was one pretty,
little child that could be saved.

Put that last case
to yourself very carefully, Pip.

- I do, Mr Jaggers.
- Did he do right?

- He did right.
- Good.

Does Estella know?

You mean, does the little girl know?

- Yes.
- No, she does not know.

She must never be told.

As to that, she has a claim
to her father's property.

The legal advisor
must use his own judgment.

Her father's condition
is considerably worse.

He has been moved
to the prison infirmary.

Dear boy.

I thought you wasn't coming,

yet I knew somehow that you would.

It's just the time. I waited at the gate
so as not to lose a moment of it.

God bless you.

You've never deserted me.

And what's best of all is,

you've been more comfortable
along'a me,

since I was under a dark cloud...

than when the sun shone.

That's the best of all.

Are you in pain?

Aye.

I don't complain of none, dear boy.

You never do complain.

You'd better stay.

I have something to tell you.

Can you understand what I say?

You had a child once

whom you loved and lost.

She lived and found powerful friends.

She is living now.

She is a lady

and very beautiful.

And I love her.

Lord be merciful to him, a sinner.

- Argh!
- Get out of the way, you fool!

Is it Joe?

Which it are, old chap.

How long, Joe?

Which you mean to say, Pip,
how long have your illness lasted?

Yes, Joe.

Well, it's the end of April, Pip.
Tomorrow's the first of May.

Dear Joe.

Have you been here... all the time?

Oh, pretty nigh, old chap.

Joe, where am I?

You're home.

I brought you home,
dear old Pip, old chap.

Oh, Joe!

You break my heart.

Please don't be so good to me.

Now lookee here, old chap,
ever the best of friends.

You'll soon be well enough
to go out again.

And then, oh, what larks!

Biddy, you have the best husband in
the world. And Joe, you've the best wife.

Which I know, Pip, old chap,
which I know.

- You'll be very happy.
- Which are our intention, Pip, old chap.

And you'll have children.

Which also are our intention,
Pip, old chap.

One day, Pip, you'll marry too.

I don't think I shall, Biddy.

Not now.

Dear Pip, do you still fret for her?

I think of her.

But that poor dream,
Biddy, has all gone by.

All gone by.

I knew as I said these words

that I secretly intended
to visit the old house that evening.

- What name?
- Pumblechook.

Quite right.

Come in, Pip.

I know nothing of days of the week,

nothing of weeks of the year.

Don't loiter, boy!

Come along, boy! Take your hat off.

- Whom have we here?
- A boy.

A boy of the
neighbourhood, hey?

But he is a common
labouring boy.

You can break his heart.

This door, boy.

Pip!

Estella!

Estella, what are you doing here?

I thought you were in
Paris with your husband.

I have no husband, Pip.
Have you not heard?

I've been ill, Estella.
I've heard nothing.

When Mr Jaggers disclosed to
Bentley Drummle my true parentage,

he no longer wished
to have me for a wife.

Well, Pip, why don't you laugh?

You've every right to.

I've no wish to laugh, Estella.
I'm truly sorry.

You've no need to pity me.
It has simplified my life.

There's now no need to sell the house.
It is mine and I shall live here.

I shall like it here, Pip.

Away from the world
and all its complications.

Estella...

how long have you been here?

I don't know.

Estella, you must leave this house.

It's a dead house. Nothing can live here.

- Leave it, Estella, I beg of you.
- What do you mean?

This is the house where I grew up.
It's part of me. It's my home.

It's Miss Havisham's home. But she's
gone. Gone from this house, from us!

She is not gone. She is still here with me
in this house, in this very room.

Then I defy her.

I have come back, Miss Havisham!

I have come back to let in the sunlight!

Look, Estella! Look!

Nothing but dust and decay.

I've never ceased to love you
even when there seemed no hope.

You're part of my existence,
part of myself.

Estella, come with me,
out into the sunlight.

Look at me.

Pip, I'm afraid.

Look at me.

We belong to each other.

Let's start again.

Together.

Oh, Pip!