All language subtitles for Christmas.Carol.The.Movie.2001.WEB-DL.TUBI

MAN: Carry on, boy.

Good evening, Mr. Dickens.

Good evening to you, sir.

Morris Gilman,
theatre manager.

Pleased to
meet you, sir.

And may I say, sir,
that this is indeed
a great honor.

Honor is entirely mine.

My apologies
for the harshness
of our winter weather.

Does it snow in England?

Indeed it does.

I remember as a child
being upto my neck
in the snow.

Of course, in those days,
I didn't have a beard
to keep me warm.

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,

it's a great pleasure
to offer you an evening
in the presence

of a true
master storyteller.

Please welcome
Mr. Charles Dickens.

Ooh, tonight,
ladies and gentlemen,

my feet have left me
and gone south
to Mississippi.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

In search of warmer weather.
Your welcome

has been most warming.

Tonight, I'd like
to entertain you with
a story of old England.

London.

A story of ghosts!

(SCREAMS) A mouse.

(LAUGHS) It's a mouse,
ladies and gentlemen.

Upstaged by a mouse.

I hope I can
repeat the same degree
of excitement in my story.

Well, there's some
chance of that.

I could start my story,
too, with a mouse.

Making its way
through London town.

MAN: Steady there,
come on, girl.

It was a cold,
bleak, biting winter.

A winter of heavy
snow and cruel ice.

A winter that wrapped a chill
around the heart of
every man and woman.

Rich or poor.

Rich went about
their business.

Warming themselves
with promises of profit.

(MEN CHATTING)

The large and
the small accounts.

Are they the ones
I requested, Mr. Leach?

Yes, the ones
I agreed should be
transferred to you.

A sorry state of affairs,
I'm afraid to say.

Nothing, sir,
that cannot be resolved.
Good day!

Ebenezer Scrooge. (SCOFFS)

DICKENS: The poor made do
with what little they had.

Which brings us
to our friend,
the little mouse.

Look, look, he's back.
Gabriel is back.

(GABRIEL SQUEAKS)
Yeah, Gabriel,
don't be frightened.

Why does he keep
coming here?

He wants to play, silly.

(COUGHING)

Oh, Nurse Belle.

There now.

You're just too excited.

Here, Gabriel, we kept
this bread for you.

We knew
you'd come back.

WOMAN:
Lovely warm chestnuts.

BOY: Polish your shoes, sir?
Polish your shoes?

Pots and pans!
Bring your pots and pans.

BOY: Those shoes
require some polish.

Oh, you should buy
my tobacco, sir.

(INDISTINCT)

...things fall off the shelf.
Oh, you should've been there
when they told him.

His face went as
white as a sheet.

Polish your shoes, sir?

Nice polish.
Oh, spare the little
fellow a minute, sir.

Go on,
he won't bite you.

(WOMAN'S LAUGH ECHOING)

(MALE LAUGH ECHOING)

Who's there?
Mr. Scrooge? Mr. Scrooge?

Over here, Mr. Scrooge,
it's me. Old Joe.

It's a pleasure to be
of service to you again.

I've just picked
these up from Leach.

A full day's work
for you here, Joe.

Oh, I'll have a look, sir.

You don't fool me, Joe.

No one fools me.

I got associates
who can read.

It is as good
as done, sir.

Open the door! It's Joe!

Yeah!

(DOG BARKING)

(GROWLING)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS) Out of my way!

If it isn't
dogs and children
and street salesmen,

it's this confounded snow.

It won't melt away,
it must be swept away.

That's what Marley
would've said.

Ah, my associate.

My loyal friend.

(NEIGHING)

Simon Speck, we have
a court order to take you
to the debtors' prison.

Thomas Buckle? We have
a court order to take you
to the debtors' prison.

(LAUGHING)

Ah, yes, my assistant.

Adequate remuneration?
I'm sure you'll agree.
(LAUGHS)

Good boy.
No need to keep you here.

Tim, home for Christmas.

Look who's come
to say goodbye.

Gabriel.

(GIGGLING)

We'll both
miss you, Tim.

He can go outside,
but be sure to
keep him warm.

We don't want him
to get that cough back.

WOMAN: Thank you, Belle.
And Gabriel.

Thank you so much, Doctor.

You're welcome,
Mrs. Cratchit.

Bye, Tiny Tim.

Well, this is not
going to go a long way.

(SIGHS) Times are
hard, Dr. Lambert,
for everybody.

If only Mr. Leach
would see it that way.

We are weeks behind, Belle.

Mr. Leach has always been
sympathetic to the work
of this hospital, Doctor.

He's a businessman.

Oh, good people
will help us.

They know what
we're doing here,

they know that
there is so much
more work to be done.

(SIGHS)

Yes, dear,
I hope you're right.

Dr. Marcus Lambert?

We've a court order to
take you to Fleet Prison.

Dr. Lambert.

(SQUEAKING ANGRILY)

Wait!
How can you do this?

We have very
sick patients.

(SQUEAKING ANGRILY)

(ALL GASPING)

Boo!
(ALL SCREAMING)

(LAUGHS)

GIRL:
Who does he think he is?
Coming in here like that.

You want him back, lady,
you'll have to pay every
penny of his debt.

Until then, he's ours.

(GUARDS LAUGHING)

BELLE: Dr. Lambert!

It is out of
my hands, madam.

Your debts have
been transferred,

at a considerable loss
to me, I might add,

to the offices of
Scrooge and Marley.

Ebenezer Scrooge?

I must warn you, madam,
to expect no sympathy
from that quarter.

But... But I don't
believe this.

They were the only buyers.

It was the only course
of action available to me.

Thank you, Mr. Leach.

Madam, I'm terribly sorry.

Ebenezer.

MAN: What does she want?

(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL COUGHING)

BELLE:
"My dear Mr. Scrooge."

No.

"Dear Ebenezer.

"It has been many years
since I saw you..." No.

"Dear Ebenezer.
The last time
we saw each other,

"it was not a happy time..."
No.

"Dear Ebenezer,

"It has been many years
since we last met.

"And that occasion,
I well remember,

"was not a happy one.

"But I write to you now,
in my hour of
greatest need."

Excuse me, sir.

Madam?

I'd like to see
Mr. Scrooge, please.

He's out on business,
I'm afraid.

I can wait.

How is Mr. Marley
these days?

Is he in?

I'm sorry, madam,
but you wouldn't happen to
be on our books, would you?

Well, yes,
I suppose I am.

But it's not about...

Because I'm afraid
Mr. Scrooge has asked me

to be quite clear
to all our debtors

about his
working practice.

Well, I had hoped to speak
to Mr. Scrooge personally.

The contracts are
full and binding

and the penalty's
explained in full at
the time of agreement.

I can find you
your agreement,
if you like.

No.

It's all
written down here.

I see.

Would you give this
to Ebenezer, please?

Ebenezer?
You mean Mr. Scrooge?

Yes.

Mr. Scrooge is
a very busy man.

He has a great deal of
business correspondence
to attend to.

I can't be
held responsible.

Who are you?

(SQUEAKS)

Belle, you have
worked so hard
for the children.

Dr. Lambert,
he will remember me.

And will help us.

We shared so much.

Scrooge will not remember.

If he does,
those memories will
mean nothing to him.

He is a man whose heart
is as dark and cold

as the stone
in these prison walls.

Oh, Doctor, I...

I'm sorry.

God help those of us
who stumble into his
clutches.

(CAROLLERS SINGING)

Out of my way,
carol singers!

Merry Christmas, Uncle.
God save you.

Humbug!

Strange words for Christmas,
surely.

The only time of the year
when all men and women

open their hearts
and see each other
as equals.

The only time in the year
when unwanted relatives

choose to make
unwanted visits on
hard-working citizens

such as myself.

Uncle, don't be angry.

I just wanted to ask you
if you'd come and dine
with us tomorrow.

Did I come last year?

No, sir.
Or the year before that?

Of course not, Uncle.

You should see
the spread my wife's
preparing for us.

Goose, fine stuffing,
pudding.

Nephew, I require
food and drink
as much as any man.

But I have no intention
of allowing you to lure
me to a supper party.

I'll be busy.

Wait, Uncle.

FRED: Surely, you don't work
on Christmas Day?

My wife and I
will be delighted...
Why did you get married?

Why? Because
I fell in love.

You regard that
as reason enough for
such an important decision?

Loving Alice isn't
a decision, Uncle,

it's everything I am.

Love.

What man wishes to
spend his life alone?

What do you
want from me?

Nothing.

I'm delighted to oblige.

Nephew!

Never marry,
Mr. Cratchit.

But I am, sir.

My wife...
(SHOUTING) Humbug!

Oh.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Yes.

Merry Christmas indeed.
As poor as a mangy
church mouse he is.

A woman came
to see you, sir.
A client.

There. Attend to this.

She gave me a...

Every man, jack,
fool who walks about

with Merry Christmas
on his lips, Mr. Cratchit,

should be boiled
in his own pudding.

(CAROLLERS SINGING)

Confound it!

(SINGING)

Greetings, sir.
Compliments of
your nephew.

We shouldn't have, sir.
My dad works here.

(SCREAMING)

There!
Now be gone with you.

Oh, no!
I'm freezing.

BOY 1: Happy Christmas now,
Mr. Scrooge?

BOY 2: We should
call the magistrate.

(BOTH SQUEAKING)

You horrible man.

Now, now,
calm down, please.

I say we
wish Mr. Scrooge
a Merry Christmas.

And let our love
eat away at his
unjust soul.

(SNEEZING)
Candle went out.

Best get your
poor brother home
out of this cold.

(SQUEAKS)

I believe there is still
much to be done before
we lock up for the night.

Yes, sir.
Sorry, Mr. Scrooge.

(GASPS)

(BOTH SQUEAKING LOUDLY)

(BOTH GIGGLING)

(SQUEAKING ANIMATEDLY)

(BELL TOLLING)

I suppose you
want me to pay you
for tomorrow as well?

Two and six to stay
at home and be idle.

Well, sir, I... It does
come once a year, sir.

Thank you,
Mr. Scrooge, sir.

And a Merry Christ...
(GROWLS)

Sorry, sir.
Thank you, sir.

I'll be off now, sir.

Leave the candles,
Cratchit.

Sir?
I want you back here

extra early the day after
to make up for lost time.

Yes, sir, of course.

Good night, sir.

Merry Christmas,
Mrs. Simms.

Merry Christmas,
Mr. Cratchit.

SCROOGE: What the...

Cratchit, that slovenly,
good for nothing...

Even a tiny mouse
is tidier.

Must be the letter
Cratchit was
going on about.

Some woman,
some complete...

It can wait.

(GASPS)

(SHOUTS)

I must be on my way.

I'll be in early
in the morning,
at the crack of dawn.

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

(GHOST MOANING)

(CHAINS CLINKING LOUDLY)

Oh, hear me, Ebenezer.

Marley?

Is it really you, Marley?
Jacob?

I don't have
much time, Ebenezer.

Little has changed
in these chambers
since my departure.

Ebenezer,
I've come to warn you.

Is this about
the Forsythe account?

I assure you, Jacob.

Everything is being
attended to in accordance
with your wishes.

I mean, what you
would have wished.

What has happened to you?

You're not him?
A vision. Are you?

Who did this?

No! I did it, Ebenezer.

It is my achievement.

I wear the chains
of my ignorance.

The chains
I forged in life,

link by link.

Yard by yard.

I am doomed.

But... But you're always
a good man of business.

Jacob,
your purpose was strong,
single minded, unyielding.

MARLEY: I wasted my
days hoarding money.

Thinking about myself.

I closed myself
to the needs of
my fellow man.

Now I see the need,
feel the want.

Unable to ignore,
but incapable to help.

Roaming forever restless
in the upper winds,

this time of year...

(GROANS)

I suffer most.

Listen, Ebenezer,

you shall be haunted
by three spirits.

Haunted?

Expect the first
when the bell tolls one.

Couldn't I see
all three at once
and have it over with?

I'm a busy man, Jacob.

Oh.

I know you are, Ebenezer.

I see the weight and
length of the chains
you bear.

You've worked on them hard
the past seven years.

But it's not too late.

You can still
escape my fate.

Grow, blossom,
share, Ebenezer.

Mend your ways.

ALL: Mend your ways.

(WHIMPERING)

I am a busy man,
I have no time for...

Foolish delusions.
I am hard pressed.

(SIGHS)

(LOUD THUMP)

(GASPS)

(DOOR RATTLING)

Good evening, sir.

Have we the pleasure of
addressing Mr. Scrooge
or Mr. Marley?

Marley is
long dead, sir.

Marley died
seven years ago
on this very night.

(SCROOGE LAUGHING)

(CLEARING THROAT)
We are raising funds

to make provisions for
the poor and destitute

in this, the most
festive time of the year.

You are
real gentlemen then.

Uh-huh, well,
we like to
think so, sir.

How much...
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I must run.

Of course, Mr. Scrooge.

How much are you
happy to give, sir?

Have the workhouses
closed down all of
a sudden?

They have managed to
keep them open, sir.
Good.

I pay enough taxes
to support those
provisions for the poor.

But many of the poor
would rather die than
go to a workhouse.

Let them die.

And make themselves
useful by decreasing
the surplus population.

Oh, what on earth?

This weather's
playing tricks.
Confound it.

(SQUEAKING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Mind out, boys.

Don't want any of you
falling in the snow,
catching cold.

Foolish young things.

(LAUGHING)
Oh, I can't stop!

I can't stop.
(LAUGHS) Help!

Oh. Oh, dear. Oh.

Do it again, Mr. Cratchit.
Yeah, do it again.

You'll have to wait
until next year.

(LAUGHING) Do it again,
just for us, Mr. Cratchit.

Home already?
What a surprise.

Hello, Father.
Daddy.

Happy Christmas, Daddy.

And a Happy Christmas...

(COUGHING)
What now, Tim?

Not another cold.
He's shivering all over.

He only came back
from the hospital, Bob.

Mary bought me
sugar sticks, Dad.

(COUGHING)

Oh, and a bottle
of fortified wine
and some sweets.

We shall have
the best Christmas ever.

ALL: Yes.

The best Christmas ever.

Yes, the best
Christmas ever.
(COUGHS)

(BELLE HUMMING)

(CHILD COUGHING)

Ebenezer, are you
to forsake me again?

Mend your ways!

Marley!

(SQUEAKING)

Dark night, guv'nor.

Oh, Joe Hocks!

Thought I'd report, sir.
There's not...

Spare the details, man.

Just get the job done.

Bring me the proceeds,
whatever they may be.

Right, guv'nor.

Oi, Molly,
wait for me.

You keep away
from me, Joe.

Oh, give me
a chance, Molly!

We ran an honest business,
Marley and me.

Always did and still do.

We did not
make this world.

(ROARS)

(SQUEAKING)

(SQUEAKING)

What can it be?

My goodness, it is.

How did you manage?

In my coat?
You are clever.

You must be hungry.
Here's some porridge.

You'll be welcome company
on this dreary night.

(SQUEAKS)

What now? I had
a very exhausting day.

And I need rest.
This blasted letter again.

Would it have
anything to do with you?

(SQUEAKING HAPPILY)

"To The Right Honorable
Ebenezer Scrooge."

(YAWNING DEEPLY)

Let's have a... (SIGHS)

I'll read it

(GROANS) tomorrow.

(SNORING)

(BOTH SQUEAKING)

(BELL TOLLING)

The haunting has begun.

Who and what are you?

Are you the spirit
of a child?

I am the Ghost
of Christmas Past.

Long Past?

No. Your past,
Ebenezer Scrooge.

Could you
turn off the lights?

I am here to
light your past.

Well, I'm not interested.
Thank you very much.

I'd rather have
an undisturbed
night of sleep.

Don't forget to
turn the lights off.

(SNORING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Walk with me.

You want me to go out
at this hour?

It's freezing. I have
a cold upon me as it is.

I am a mere mortal.
I cannot go through...

The wall! (GASPS)

Oh!

Do I know you?

You have but forgotten.

Look!

Why, that's Tom Solkum
and Stanley.

I do believe
that is Stanley.
I know these boys.

But surely now
they must all be men?

They are shadows of
things that have been.

We can see them,
but they cannot see you.

I know this building.

It's my old school.

I was a boy here.

(YOUNG SCROOGE CRYING)

Well, Ebenezer,

I don't expect anyone
will come for you
any more at this hour.

What did you do
to bring this upon
yourself? (LAUGHS)

Merry Christmas,
none the less.

(SOBBING)

Father was a difficult man.
Harsh but just.

I did not understand
back then.

It's sometimes hard
to see the reasoning.

Let's see
another Christmas.

Ebenezer? Ebenezer.
Fan!

I've come to
take you home.
Home, Fan?

Yes, I asked Father
and he said yes.

We'll have the merriest
Christmas. Ever.

Father says you
are to be a man.

You are to leave this
place forever. Forever.
Forever, Fan?

YOUNG SCROOGE:
I've been so lonely here.

Oh, Ebenezer,
meet my dearest friend
in the whole wide world.

Belle.

(COACH MOVING)

COACHMAN: Steady.

Do you remember?

Yes, I do.

Why are you
taking me home?

Ah, there you are.

When you left this house,
you were an untidy,
ill-disciplined boy.

A wild thing of
no value to anyone.

I have spent a great deal
of money on an education
designed to make you a man.

Has that money
been well spent,
Master Scrooge?

Yes, sir. I hope so.

Have they taught you
a strong understanding
of figures?

Yes, sir.

A firm grasp of
the principles of finance?

Yes, sir.

A keen mind
for business.

I believe so, sir.

I don't understand.
Poor Ebenezer.

Well, we will
soon discover

whether you are
to be of any use
to this family.

You leave for London
directly tomorrow morning.

You are to become
an apprentice at Fezziwig's
in Notting Hill.

Half your wages
you'll send home.

Time for return upon
my investment, young man.

My father's respect
had to be earned.

Nothing for free.

He would be proud
if he were alive today.
I know that for sure.

Fezziwig's.

(BELL TOLLING)

Ah-ha. No more work today.
Christmas Eve!

Give us a hand, Ebenezer.

Tiddly-ho. Let's make
ourselves a ball room.

Old Fezziwig.
Alive again.

Welcome.
And a Merry Christmas.
How do you do, sir?

Ebenezer,
your sister's here.

Well, he's
right there, Fanny.

Fredrick,
how are you?

Has your master
let you out?

(LAUGHING)

Go on, lad. Don't let
her out of your sight.

I remember.

As much as I'd like to
forget it. That rogue.

You were expecting
someone else?

Yes. Now, I...
I remember.

She was a good friend
of Fan, my sister.

Belle was her name.

She came from a poor family.
Her father was a coachman.

I believe he drank.

This looks delicious.

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING) Scrooge!

Don't worry, lad,
when you been
married five and 20,

you'll dance like us.

Old Twinkletoes Fezzy.

(JAZZY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

There goes Fezziwig.

Truly was a gentleman.

It was but
a simple thing.
Simple?

He spent a little
money on a party.

But does that make
for greatness?

It was far more than that.
He knew how to make
our work a pleasure.

The happiness
he brought everyday
was worth a fortune.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(LAUGHING)

Be safe now, Trevor,
and keep his course,

or he'll wind up
in China.

(LAUGHING)

Hey!
(LAUGHING)

Oh, Fan!
That will cool you off.

Fan is so happy.

We shall be
even happier, Belle!

I am saving up.

Ebenezer.

Money isn't
all that matters.

I have no money.
But I have you.

Belle, I want you
to have everything.

I want you to be able
to do whatever you want.

Oh! And all I
would want to do is to
dream of you, Ebenezer.

Just dream.

I do believe he drank,
her father.

Ohh! What happened to
those dreams, Ebenezer?

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

"In the light of her
foolhardy persistence,

"I appoint my son, Ebenezer,

"to be my sole
heir and assign.

"So have I decided,
being of sound mind
and body,

"in this,
my last will and testament,

"signed
James Emmanuel Scrooge."

I am sorry, miss!

(SOBBING)

Never approved
her marriage.

A harsh man.
A man of principle.

And she passed away
giving birth to her baby.
Did she not?

Fred! My nephew.

(GASPS)

What was I to do?

Split the inheritance
with that reckless
charlatan?

Husband of her,
who my father
had disowned.

This is how you
finally propose to me?

With a business contract?

Surely, you appreciate
our positions are...

Well... Dissimilar.

Socially speaking.

What happened to
our hopes and dreams?

I've seen you shed
them all, one by one.

So I have grown wiser.

I have not changed
towards you, have I?

Are you sure?

If you met me now,

a girl without
a penny to her name.

I do not make the world
we live in, Belle.

But I am
a man of my word.

I release you.

I break off
our engagement.

I don't want you
to regret your choice,
Ebenezer.

(SOBBING)

Be happy in the life
you have chosen.

(SOBBING)

I release you.

Say something, damn you.

(SOBBING)

What happened to
those dreams, Ebenezer?

No!
Do you remember?

I remember.

I remember everything.

No! No!
I wish to see no more.

Don't torment me
any longer.

What business is it
of yours, if I choose
to live my life alone?

Just ignore her. Will lead
my life in the manner
to which I am accustomed.

Humbug!

(SNORING)

(MUMBLING)

BELLE: "I write to you
in the hour of my
deepest despair.

"Once, we were
one in heart.

"I beg of you, Ebenezer.

"In this
desperate circumstance.
(SQUEALING)

"To find within yourself
the spirit of this
season and..."

(SNORING)

(SQUEALING)

(BELL TOLLING)

Oh!

Oh!

What now? What next?

If there is a spirit.
Torment me not.

Make yourself known.

PRESENT: Come in
and know me better.

What have you done
to my house?

Who may you be?

I am the Ghost of
Christmas Present.

SCROOGE: Presents?
It had all better
be paid for.

(LAUGHING)

I come to teach you joy.

Joy that makes
a banquet out
of a simple meal.

Joy, Mr. Scrooge,
that comes from sharing.

Sharing willingly!
And with love.

I like to keep
to myself, Spirit.
I am a simple man.

My needs are few.

And I ask no
charity of others.

We cannot afford to
waste precious time.

I have so much
to show you.

Touch my robe.

Do you mind,
Mr. Balkum?

Hang on!
I was here first.

No, you're right!
It is Christmas
after all.

You go first, sir!

Oh, no!
Please, after you.

I would not
dream of it, sir.

There, gentlemen!

Come back
in two hours

and your goose
will be cooked.

(LAUGHING)

Smell that,
that's our bird.
I know it is.

(CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING)

Ahh! That did not
do too much good.

It's not what you hear
with your ears, Mr. Scrooge.

It's what
reaches your heart.

(CHOIR SINGING)

I haven't heard
singing like that since...

Since I was a boy!

(LAUGHING)

Does it ever run out?

Not in the present.

Come, we don't
have much time.

Is it animal,
vegetable or mineral?

He can't answer that, dear.
Only yes and no questions.
That's the game.

Is it animal, Fred?
Yes.

Is it a duck
with one leg?
(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)
It is an old goat.

Young fool.
Is it Father Time?

I know.
It's Uncle Scrooge.
Yes!

Scrooge! I was right
when I said old goat.

I win!

Hard to believe
that old tightfist
is your uncle, Fred.

Too early to tell, Topper.
We may have to pay
for dinner tonight.

Pay rent?
Just to sit
on these chairs?

(LAUGHING)
Well, he...

He is a mean old so and so.
But he is my only family.

I asked him to join us
for dinner tonight,
but he declined.

I shall keep on
inviting him, though,
every Christmas.

You don't have
to be nice to him.

You stand to
inherit a fortune.

A mean miser like him...
(LAUGHING)

He'd sooner take
his money with him
to the grave.

Ohh! Enough of that
dreadful skinflint.

Come, sit down
at the table.

Is this really what
people think of me?
(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(LAUGHING)

This is why
I keep to myself.

No respect.
They cannot comprehend
a life lived in moderations.

Squanderers.

Forever spending money
they don't have and
never will have.

Your nephew
reaches out to you.

He has your
sister's heart.

If he had an ounce
of sense in him,

he would never have
married before he'd
established himself.

What is going on here?

What is this
got to do with me?

Merry Christmas
from Mr. Scrooge.

Not his toy box.
(CHILD MUMBLING)

You won't be
needing these anymore.

And don't fall behind
on your payments again!

Come on, lads, job to do.
(LAUGHS)

(MEN SINGING)

I realize I...

I think you have
little understanding
of business.

Are you a businessman?

PRESENT: There's comfort
in being in the dark.

Ignorance is bliss!
Until you look at it
in the face.

Who are they?

Are they yours?

They are the children
of mankind.

This boy is Ignorance.

(GROWLING)

And this girl is Want.

Is there no help for them?

There's prison
or the workhouse.

Want can be helped,
even with very simple
means for a while.

But Ignorance...

Ignorance can
only help itself.
(GROWLING)

It has to change
from the inside out.

If it festers on...

How well do you know
your clerk, Mr. Scrooge?

Well enough.

What is there to know?

Look who's here
everybody.
Hi, Tim!

Hello, Tim.
Hello, Tim.

Bob, he's better off in bed.

We can't very well have
a family Christmas dinner
without Tim, dear.

(COUGHING)

Cough it up, Tim,
it might be a gold watch.

Whoa!

Have you seen
such a bird?

It looks wonderful, Mama!
It's good value.

Six shillings
and tuppence.

I am sure you remember
the little boy.

No, I... Should I?

(SQUEAKING)

A toast!
Here's to all of us on
this splendid Christmas.

And here's to Tiny Tim!

May he soon be better
and back to his old tricks.

And to Peter whom we
shall soon have to start
calling Master Peter,

since he will be
a man of business
from next week on.

You make
an excellent weaver, boy.

Thank you, Father.

Five and six pence a week.
What will you do
with such riches?

Invest in the New World.

Marry a Countess,
to help him count.

(GIGGLING)
And lastly, here's to
the founder of our feast.

Old Mr. Scrooge!

(COUGHING)

Oh, Father.
I mean it.

He's kept me employed
for almost 14 years.
We should be grateful.

He put this
remarkable bird
on our table.

He threw a bucket of
freezing water on our Tim.
That's what he did!

No wonder
the poor child's
pneumonia is back.

(COUGHING)
There, I said it.

We didn't want to
spoil your Christmas.

But I will not toast
that mean ogre of a man.

Shh!

Oh, you know he is, Bob.
Nobody knows better
than you do.

Mr. Scrooge didn't mean
to throw that water
actually on Tiny Tim.

He just doesn't like
Christmas, that's all.

He is a solitary soul.

Let our love eat away
at his unjust soul.

Well, Tim, if you don't mind,
I'd rather have the pudding.

(COUGHING)

Will the poor mite live?

What's it to you?

Let him die and decrease
the surplus population.

Ohh...
I trust you've seen

the joy you bring to
this world, Scrooge.

Don't torture me, Spirit.

Tell me what
the future holds?

Oh, Scrooge!
I know nothing
of the future.

I have no need to fear
things that will come.

(BELL TOLLING)
But it must come.

(GROANING) Ohh!

I am merely
of the present.

(SOBS)

Are you the third spirit?

Can you tell me?
Will that poor boy live?

I cannot bear it.

Come on now.
(SOBBING)

(ALL SOBBING)

Anna, dear.
(SOBBING)

Tim would have wanted us
to have a cheerful time.

He always loved Christmas.
Especially with snow.

But now...
(SOBBING)

He loved to slide.

I'd carry him
on my shoulders.
(SOBBING)

(SOBBING)

Father.
Ahhh!

Oh, speak to me, Spirit.

(SQUEAKING)

What are these shadows?
Are they of things
to come? When?

Years from now,
or weeks or days?

Did I cause this grief?

At last!

A long time coming
and no mistake.

Good riddance I say.

Will you attend?
Attend?

I will attend the tavern
and drink to a happier
and more just world.

I will join you.

BOTH: To a happier
and more just world.

I know these men.

I, I... I know them, I say.

Good sensible fellows,
the both of them.

What are they
talking about?

Is this the past
or the future?

Speak to me.

Old Joe.

That's the woman
who cleans for me.

What is there to know
about these people?

Why have you
brought me here?

I have a right and a duty
to look after myself, I do.

Lord knows he did.

That's true indeed.

No man, more so.

Or deserving, too,
after the fright
he gave me.

Been laying there
for three days, I wager.
Thank God for the cold.

No one knew,
and no one cared.

Who would have cared
if they knew?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

Nine and six,
and not a penny more.

Don't haggle,
or I'll knock off a crown.

His bed curtains!
His blankets!

He ain't likely to
catch cold now, is he?

(LAUGHING)

HOUSEKEEPER:
What a lovely
bit of linen.

Ahh, must be worth
a bob or 10.

MAN:
I put that on him, I did.
For him to be buried in.

HOUSEKEEPER:
Waste a fine shirt
like that?

He didn't have
anything catchy now,
did he?

HOUSEKEEPER:
No worries,
that old miser,

too mean to share a disease,
if he had one.

(LAUGHING WICKEDLY)

(COUGHING)

Does no one care
about this man's death?

The very best news.
It's true, Belle.

He can no longer
bleed us.

(SINGING HAPPILY)

I don't know to whom our
debts will be transferred
but whoever it is,

surely he won't
be as cruel as
Ebenezer Scrooge.

(SCREAMS)

Can these visions
be changed?

Or am I passed all hope?

(GASPS)

I should keep Christmas,
if that is all
that is required.

Ahh! Cratchit!

Cratchit! Please!
(SOBBING)

(SOBBING)
I did not mean
to hurt your boy.

Is there nothing
I can do?

Is there no way
I can make amends?

Is it really too late?

Come, Ebenezer!

You have no time
to waste.

Look how time
has wasted me.

(BELL TOLLING)
Ahh!

I am alive.

(BELL TOLLING)

I am alive.

Most beautiful
and gentle creatures,

I'm alive!

You're alive and
you're here and...

And I...

(BELL TOLLING)

Ahh!

Oh, I say,
what day is it today?

For the devil, boy,
I ask a simple question!

It's Christmas day, sir!

Don't take me
for a fool, boy!

Confound it.
But it is, sir.

Hear the bells!
(BELL TOLLING)

Only one night has passed.

It was just a bad dream.

(GASPING)

Oh, no, no. No! Oh, no!
I... I... I must change.

I must be different.

Oh, and only
if I knew how.

(SQUEAKING)

Oh, of course.

Ah, boy, I am...

I... I didn't mean to
snap at you, just now. I...

What is your name, boy?

No, no, don't go.

Finish your snowman.

And, and, and...
Have you... Um...

Merry Christmas!
(LAUGHING)

And to your family!

(LAUGHING)

Remarkable boy, I...

Bob Cratchit, of course.

Up here, boy.
Listen to me carefully.

Would you go and
buy me a proper goose?

A proper goose, sir?

A big one. A turkey!

The biggest one
you can find.

And hire a hackney carriage
and have it delivered,

to Mr. Bob Cratchit of
Navy street in Camden.

Can you remember
all that, boy?

Yes, sir.
I can, sir!

And whatever is left...

You may keep
for your trouble.

A happy Christmas to you.

And a happy Christmas

to you, sir.
In a hurry, young man?

BOY: Thank you, sir!

Intelligent boy,
diligent, too!

Oh, oh,
and a Merry Christmas.

A Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

Should have checked
that boy keeps his word.

Plenty of
street rats around.

And a Merry Christmas
to you, sir.

To think of the look
on Cratchit's face!

The founder of the feast,
indeed!

I must not
forget his boy Tim.

What, ohh, a letter?

(SQUEAKING)
Belle!

I am sorry. I won't
let you down this time.

Now, my lucky charms.
Don't go away.

(HUMMING)

Merry Christmas, my friends!
(LAUGHING)

Now, not a morsel
to be left by
the time I return.

(SQUEAKING HAPPILY)

Merry Christmas!

Ooh! Ooh!
Merry Christmas!
Mr. Scrooge!

And a Merry Christmas
to you, Mr. Snowman.

WOMAN: Merry Christmas.

That'll be tuppence, ma'am.

I... I... I say...

A happy Christmas
to you all.

And the same
to you, guv'nor.

What can I do for you
this morning?

Must not forget
Cratchit's boy.
Tiny Tim.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!

And to you, children.
Oh! Thank you!

And a Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

Isn't that...

Yes, it is!

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

(CHOIR SINGING)

A happy Christmas to
all of you, gentlemen!

Well done, sirs!
Well done!

(SINGING CHRISTMAS CAROLS)

(SINGING)

(SOBBING)

Take it back!
What's there
to take back?

We had ourselves
a deal, guv'nor.

Here, here's
your tender now.

17 crowns and five.

I would have brought it
to you in the morning.

Trust is a fine thing
among gents, guv'nor.

I will not be needing
your services again.

But... But...
But, guv'nor.

And that is final!

Good day to you.

(SIGHS)

Oh, thank you, sir!
Merry Christmas to ya!

Ebenezer.
Who's there?

Belle!

Did you even
read my letter?

SCROOGE:
Yes, Belle, I did.
I went to the hospital.

BELLE: Oh, so you've seen
what your men have done?

SCROOGE:
Yes, I was too late.

Only good work happened
in that hospital.

That work is over now.
Finished!

I know.

How could you ignore
my cries for help?

I would do anything
to change these
terrible things.

That, Ebenezer,
is out of your power.

I have so much.
I have money.
I have a house.

A good
profitable business.

And I will be rid of it all,
if I could only forget
the madness

of these past 20 years.

Ohh!

What's happened
to you, Ebenezer?

I don't understand.

I have wasted everything.

Do you really
want to change
what you've done?

It's too late.

No, Ebenezer,
it's not too late.

The hospital needs you.

I need you.

Everywhere in this city,
there are people
who have nothing.

You can change
their lives.

Ebenezer, you have
so much to give.

Yes!

Since we last met,
Ebenezer,

we have had
such different lives.

But I have never
forgotten you.

Think of the future.

Belle!

I will do
everything I can.

There you go, sir!

(BELL TOLLING)

Oh, no!
Not today, of all days!

Dr. Lambert.

How is Tiny Tim?

Have you got any notion
of time, Mr. Cratchit?

I am sorry,
Mr. Scrooge, sir.

I was making
rather merry yesterday.
I... Mr. Scrooge, sir...

There's two mice.
Never mind the mice.

They were here on time.
(SQUEAKING HAPPILY)

I am not going to stand
for it anymore, Cratchit.

Please, sir.
I need the job, sir.
It's only once a year.

I'll make it up, sir.

No, Mr. Cratchit.
I shall make it up to you.

I'll quadruple your salary.
(LAUGHING)

As of today! (LAUGHING)

Happy Christmas, Bob!

You'll have Marley's office.
We'll get you an assistant.

No, no, we'll get you
two assistants.

And I promise to
help out your family
in every way I can.

Make up the fires, Bob.
What would you think?

Scrooge and Cratchit?

Or, Cratchit
and Scrooge?

CRATCHIT: Did you say
quadruple, sir?

DICKENS: Scrooge was
better than his word.

He did it all
and infinitely more.

He kept Christmas
in his heart,
all through the year.

And knew
how to keep it well.

And to Tiny Tim...

Not tiny.

He was a second father.

Gabriel! Well, Gabriel
moved to the New World.

He gave a lady
sitting in the front row,
the scare of her life.

(LAUGHING)
With him came
an old friend.

Well, who wants to
spend their life alone?

That, ladies and gentleman,
is the story of
A Christmas Carol.

Not quite the same one
I wrote in the book.

I admit.
I hope you enjoyed it.

Nonetheless,
now I leave you with

memories of ghosts past,

ghosts present,

ghosts yet to come.

God bless you.

(CHEERING)