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BOY: Floy! Wait for me!

Where's your master? Mm? Is he here?

- Mr Dombey is not at home to callers, sir. - Ha!

If you would care to leave your card, I will...

Card? What insubordination is this?

Everybody's at home to J Bagstock, sir. Now, where's Mr Dombey? Answer me, sir.

- Mr Dombey's in the library, sir. - Ah.

But he's instructed that he's not to be disturbed.

Dombey! Dombey, it's JB.

I've tidings for you, some damn dangerous tidings.

Rumours, sir, which must be scotched.

- Dombey! -(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

It's old Josh, sir, at your service as ever.

Mr Dombey won't answer, sir.

- Won't answer me? - No more than he'll set foot from that room,

except to take in the meat and the drink that's put out for him.

- Is he ill? - Don't ask me, sir.

I know no more about him than the man from the south

who burned his mouth eating cold plum porridge.

Well, damme, he must come out. There's mischief afoot. He must be warned.

- Dombey! - Mischief? What mischief, sir?

Well, some ruffian is putting about the rumour that Dombey is bankrupt.

That the affairs of the house are to be wound up.

Well, indeed, it is true, sir.

Why else do you think Mr Dombey would take to his room, will not heed a living soul?

What?

Dom bey ban kru pt?

Ruined?

Well, if that's so, then this is no place for old Josh.

Old Joe has been done, man. Done like an infant.

If you had told J Bagstock this when he went abroad with Dombey,

and was chasing that Vagabond Carker up and down France,

J Bagstock would have pooh-poohed you, by the Lord.

Old Joe has been deceived, ma'am. Taken in.

Hoodwinked.

Blindfolded.

But he is broad awake again and staring.

He is a suspicious, crabbed,

cankerous, old JB infidel, ma'am.

And if it were consistent with the dignity of a rough and tough old Major

to retire to a tub and live in it, then, by Gad, he'd have a tub in Pall Mall tomorrow

to show his contempt for mankind.

John, what news?

It's true. The house is at an end.

And Mr Dombey?

Ruined. Oh, his fortune was large, but his debts were enormous.

He will have no private fortune left? Nothing?

It was not merely our brother's treachery that brought the house to ruin.

Mr Dombey's pride also played its pad.

Oh, another man in his position would have...

Well, he would have saved himself.

But he has honoured every debt incurred by James in his name.

- John, the money that James left... - Well?

When he died, nearly two years ago, every penny came to us.

But through no wish of his.

He left no will and we were his only kin.

Harriet, we vowed to touch none of that money.

Nor will we, but if Mr Dombey is truly penniless...

- You would give it to him? - If it is true that James stole from him,

then the money may be his by right.

- But he would not accept it. - Not from us,

but if Mr Dombey could be led to believe that the money came from another source,

that it was an old debt repaid...

Yes.

Yes, as you say, there might be ways... Well, I'll do all I can.

Let us talk about it, perhaps, tomorrow.

Now I must go and see Alice Marvvood. She has asked for me.

- Is she worse, then? - They say she is dying.

Well, Alice, how are you?

Better today, I hope.

Better or worse today, it's but a day's difference.

How long is it since you brought me here?

More than three months.

Brought me here by force of kindness.

Mother, tell her about Edith Dombey.

- About Mrs Dombey? - About her and myself.

Tell her.

Tonight, my deary?

Now.

My handsome gal, who'll soon get better

and shame 'em all with her good looks.

She will.

I say she will.

My daughter has been turned away from and cast out...

but she can boast relationship with proud folk if she chose.

You show me Mrs Dombey... and I'll show you my Alice's first cousin.

Tell her, Mother.

I'm old now.

Once I was as young as any and as pretty.

Down in my country,

Mrs Dombey's father and his brother were the gayest gentlemen

and the best liked that ever came a-visiting from London.

They've been dead a long time.

The brother, who was my Ally's father,

the longest of the two.

If you'd have seen my gal as I seen her once,

side by side with the other's daughter, you would have seen that,

for all the difference in their...their life and their dress,

they were as like each other as they could be.

She's so quiet now...

"but she'll shame us with her good looks yet.

- Won't you, my deary? - Mrs Brown...

You will. You'll shame 'em, my handsome daughter.

You was always the prettier of the two...

...and you will be again.

Your looks will come back...

...and you'll shame them.

ONEEPING) You will.

(SOBBING) You shall.

Oh, goodness gracious.

Ooh! Oh! (GROANS)

Oh. How very monstrous.

But how long is this to last?

If my brother will not make an effort Mrs Pipchin, what is to become of him?

I'm sure he's seen enough of the consequences

of not making an effort by this time to be warned against that fatal error.

Oh, hoity-toity! It ain't so wonderful a case.

People have had misfortunes before and been obliged to part with their furniture.

- I'm sure I have. - My brother is so peculiar.

Would anybody be...? Oh!

Would anybody believe that when I merely said to him,

"Paul, I may be very foolish,

but I cannot understand how your affairs have got into this state,"

he should actually fly at me and request that I come to see him no more?

It's a pity he didn't have a little more to do with the mines of Peruvia.

They'd have tried his temper for him.

Oh, what is it all to end in?

He cannot remain shut up in his own rooms.

Business won't come to him. No, he must go to it.

Then why don't he go?

I know where it's going to end as far as I'm concerned.

I'm taking myself off in a jiffy.

- In a which, Mrs Pipchin? - In ajiffy.

Well, I really can't blame you.

It'd be all the same if you could.

The servants have gone, all of them.

- I had to cook my own pork chop today. - Oh.

- And I'm not used to it. - No. Oh, dear.

My constitution will be giving way next.

I've written to my niece in Brighton. She expects me.

Ooh.

Have you spoken to my brother?

Oh, it's very easy to speak to him, isn't it?

How's it done?

I called out to him yesterday that I was no further use here

and he'd better let me send for Mrs Richards.

He grunted something that meant yes, so I sent.

- Grunt, indeed. I've no patience with him. - Mm.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh...

(SIGHS)

-(CHATTER) - Well, we can but wait.

-(GIGGLES) - Well?

Is this the way you introduce guests, boy?

Mr and Mrs Toots.

What? And Mrs Toots?

How do you do, Mrs Blimber?

Allow me to introduce my wife,

and let me assure you she is the most remarkable woman that ever lived.

- My dear. - How do you do, Mrs Toots?

Mrs Blimber.

Well, Toots!

- So you're one of us now, eh, Toots? -(LAUGHS)

Extraordinary woman.

- My dear Mrs Toots... - Mr Blimber...

Well, my old buck, here we both are, taken in and done for.

-(LAUGHS) - Done for? Mr Feeder!

- It's a joke, my love. - Feeder, I wish you well.

And you, ma'am.

If you are as perfectly blissful in matrimonial life as I am, you will have nothing to desire.

I don't forget my friends, Toots. You see, I ask them to my wedding.

Cornelia, my dear?

I'm sure Mr Toots and I wish Miss Blimber every happiness.

I'm much obliged to you for your kind invitation.

My dear lady, we are most honoured by your acceptance.

You see, what I wanted in a wife, in shod, was sense.

Money I had. Sense I had not, particularly.

And I knew that sense was there.

- In perfect heaps. -(GIGGLES)

Susan, my love, pray do not exert yourself.

My dear, I was only talking.

My love, pray do not exert yourself.

She's so easily excited, then she forgets the medical man altogether.

-(LAUGHTER) - My dear, do you not think that

we ought to go into dinner, now that Mr and Mrs Toots are here?

- My dear, the letter... - What, my love?

- The letter. - Oh, yes. Of course. I had forgotten.

- Toots? - Yes?

This missive arrived for you yesterday, doubtless in anticipation of your visit.

A letter? For me?

Oh, most obliging of you, I'm sure. (CHUCKLES)

- Might it not be something of impedance? - My dear, who can have sent it?

Oh... (CHUCKLES)

Well?

(CHUCKLES) It is of no consequence. None at all.

This way, Mrs Toots.

- Ah. - Thank you.

Ooh!

My dear, who sent you that letter?

My dearest Susan, fright is worse than exertion. Now, pray, be calm.

- Who is it from? -It is from Captain Cuttle.

- Ooh! - Now, do not excite yourself.

Miss Dombey and her husband have a...

They are expected home.

They are...

No, you are trying to deceive me.

They have come home. I can see it in your face.

She is a most extraordinary woman. You are right, my love.

- They have come home. -(SQUEALS EXCITEDLY)

Miss Floy in London?

Oh, my dear, do not exert yourself.

Please remember the medical man.

Captain Cuttle says that Miss Dombey is of a mind to visit her father.

What?

Visit him?

Visit that brute of a man?

(SNIFFLES)

Oh, but what do it signify?

My Miss Floy is come home again.

-(SNIFFLES) - My dearest Susan.

Do... Do, if you can, remember the medical man.

If you cannot, it is of no consequence, but...but do endeavour to.

(SHE GIGGLES)

Polly, you're here!

Why, upon my soul! It's Miss Florence and Mr Walter.

- Polly. - But how did you come to be here?

- I thought that Mrs Pipchin... - She's been gone these past months, miss.

Her and all the rest of the servants.

- Is there no-one here but you? - No, not a soul, miss.

So, Toodle, he says to me,

"Favours past is never to be forgot

and to them which is in adversity, your face is a cordial."

Yes, oh, yes.

The house has changed.

And Papa?

He's changed too, miss.

- Where is he, Polly? - He's in there. He's in his room.

He never leaves it.

Papa.

I have come home.

I never meant to leave you.

I was frightened and could not think.

Please forgive me.

Don't send me away.

Walter and I have a child now.

A little boy.

When he was born and I knew how much I loved him,

then I knew what I'd done in leaving you. Oh, please, Papa. Forgive me.

You...

"ask me to forgive you.

Florence.

Oh, my child.

My child. My child.

(BOTH WEEP)

Walk on.

- Reconciled, you say? - Aye, Ned.

It's more than we dared hope for.

Mr Dombey is to make his home with his daughter and my Wally.

Stand by, then, Sol Gills.

Here's to fair weather and a calm voyage to all of us.

WOMAN: Captain Cuttle! - The voice! It's her!

The MacStinger! Sol, you'll save me? Throw me a line.

There you are, Captain Cuttle.

She's dressed for a wedding!

(GIBBERS)

I bear no malice, Captain Cuttle.

I hope to go to the altar in another spirit. (GIGGLES)

My husband, Captain...

- Oh, Jack Bunsby! - Captain Cuttle,

if you were to wish to heal up past animosities

and see the last of your friend, my husband, as a single person,

we would be happy of your company to chapel.

Here is a lady here, my bridesmaid, that will be glad of your protection.

Bunsby, you're getting wedded...

If you mean to come with us, we would be obliged not to be kept waiting.

Come, ladies, we shall allow the Captain to prepare his self for the occasion.

- What cheer, my lad? - Damn bad.

Jack Bunsby, do you do this of your own free will?

- No. - Why not sheer off, then?

- Eh? - Sheer off.

Where's the good? She'd capture me again.

It all began in this very cabin.

Why did I ever convoy her into pod that night?

My lad, I thought as you had come over her, not she had come over you.

A man who's got such opinions as you have!

-(GROANS) - Captain Cuttle, we are waiting!

Go. Now's your time. Sheer off.

I'll cover your retreat. Time's a-flying, Bunsby.

- It's for liberty. -(GROANS)

Will you once...? Bunsby, will you twice?

Bunsby, will you three times? Now or never?

-(BUNSBY GROANS) - Come on, Bunsby.

If you please.

Bunsby.

(CHUCKLES)

Will you say that Mr and Mrs Gay have arrived?

Walter, I know this house.

It is where Mama once lived before her marriage.

- Do you know who lives here now, Walter? - Someone you know.

He asked me if you'd come and visit him for a particular reason.

- And you know what that reason is? - Yes.

- And you think it right? - Yes, because I'm sure that you would too.

My dear Miss Dombey.

Or should I say "My dear Madame"?

How infinitely good of you to visit us.

- I hope you remember me. - Very well.

- You're my...my Mama's cousin. - Too kind.

I hear that my friend Dombey has been ill,

-but that he is very decidedly mending. - Papa is much better, thank you.

I've never experienced any very great loss of fortune myself.

Never having had, in point of fact, any great amount of fortune to lose...

But as much as I could lose, I have lost

and I don't find that I particularly care about it.

My friend, Mr Gay, if I may have the honour of calling him so,

has granted me a singular favour in arranging this visit.

Will you have the kindness...?

Florence?

Mama!

I was not told.

This meeting is not my doing.

I...thought I should never see you again.

So much has happened.

I am married. I have two children and Papa is with us. We're never apart now.

Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

In spite of what I have done?

You know that Papa has lost his fortune?

He has changed.

I do not believe he would refuse me anything if I was to ask it.

Is there any word I shall say to him from you?

Yes. Tell him I am sorry that we ever met.

- No more? - Tell him I do not repent of what I have done.

If it were to do again tomorrow, I would do it.

May I say that you wish well to him?

Florence, between your father and me there can be no reconciliation.

You must know that.

You must know that, Florence.

Yes.

You may tell him that if he can find a reason to think less bitterly of me,

I ask him to do so.

You say he has changed.

Then, perhaps there is one feeling in common between us now

that there never was before.

When he loves you most, my dear, then he will hate me least.

Shall I see you again?

My cousin and I are going to the south of Italy to live

but, before we pad, there's one thing more.

The man Carker...

You ran away with him.

But that was all.

I brought shame on your father.

I meant to. But, before God, I was not guilty with that dead man.

Believe that.

Yes.

I do believe it.

Goodbye, Florence. Be happy.

Mama, don't go from me. I love you.

(WEEPS)

All the more reason, my darling.

But remember me.

Quite right, Mr Gills. This is a very rare, most delicious wine.

-(LAUGHTER) - It's the last of the old Madeira, sir.

We'd always promised ourselves we'd drink this to Walter.

Now, if you will forgive our old whim, sir,

let us devote this first glass to Walter and his wife.

To Walter and his wife.

- Walter and his wife! - To Walter and his wife!

Forgive me, I...

I am happy to inform you all that Mrs Toots has had yet another increase in her family.

- Oh! - And it does her credit.

- I give you joy, Mr Toots. - Thank you.

- What wonderful news! - Oh, thank you.

Oh, well, we're positively getting on now, you know.

There's Florence and Susan, and now there's another little stranger.

Afemale stranger?

Yes, Captain Cuttle, and I'm glad of it.

The opinion is the oftener we can repeat that extraordinary woman, the better.

(LAUGHTER)

- Mr Toots, I congratulate you. - Well, thank you, sir. Thank you.

It's of no consequence. None at all!

-(GIGGLES) - Standby!

(LAUGHS)

Here's to Mrs Toots and may she have many more!

Mrs Toots, indeed. Bless you. Thank you. Thank you.

(\NAVES CRASHING)

- Look! - Ooh!

(CHUCKLES)

- G rand papa? - Yes, my dear?

- Why do you cry when you kiss me? - Oh...

No reason in the world, Florence.

Dear Florence.

YOUNG PAUL: Grandpapa!