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Heat. Heat.

That sloppy bloke's here again with a

person called Mrs. Igden. Oh,

>> yes.

Mrs. wanted to speak with you, so I

brings her with me this morning to make

sure she gets his safe.

>> Thank you, sloppy. Good morning, Mrs.

Hden.

>> I to thank you kindly, sir, if I might

have a word with you.

>> As many words as you like, Betty.

>> It's concerning Sloppy I woke up here

this morning.

>> You have wonderful energy. You are as

young as I am.

>> Oh, I'm strong for my time of life, but

not young. Thank the Lord. Are you

thankful for not being young?

>> If I was young, is it all have to be

gone over again and the end a weary way

off? But never mind me. It's sloppy that

I'm concerned about.

>> What about him, Betty?

>> No powers of mind can make it reason out

of his head that he can work for Mr. and

Mrs. Buffin and me at the same time. No,

he can't. Mr. Oaksmith, if he's going to

learn a trade, he must give me up. Well,

he won't.

>> Well, I respect him for it. Do you sir?

Well, maybe I do, too. But that doesn't

mean that we right to let him have his

own way. So, if he won't give me up, I'm

going to give him up.

>> How, Betty?

>> I'm going to run away.

>> Run away?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Oh, now come. Uh, we must talk about

this. Um, take our time. Get the true

sense of the case and the true cause.

>> Now, listen here, deary. Oh, pardon me

for being so familiar.

Now that I'm all alone, even my poor

little Johnny gone, there's a deadness

creeps over me at times that this sort

of life favors and I don't like it. I

were a nimble girl and I told Mrs.

Buffing very first time I see her, I can

still walk 20 mile if I'm put to it.

>> 20 miles? I hope you're not put to it.

>> Better be a walking than getting numb

and dreary. Now I'm a fair good knitter

and I could make many little things to

sell.

What I've come for is to ask a loan from

your lady and gentlemen, a loan of 20

shilling to fit out a basket. It would

be a fortune to me and trudging round

the country and tiring myself out to

keep this darkness out. And I'd earn my

bread by my own labor.

>> Oh, surely, Betty. I feel

>> What more can I want?

>> And this is your plan for running away.

Show me a better, dearly. Show me a

better.

We both know very well that Mr. and Mrs.

Buffing could fit me out like a queen

for the rest of my life. But I've never

took charity yet, nor yet as anybody

belonging to me. You think that I mean

to give offense by being proud. I just

want to live my life as I've lived it up

to now. Now, be so kind as to speak to

Mr. and Mrs. Buffin for me. Tell him

what I asked and why.

Well, come along.

A good morning's purchase, my dear.

>> Oh, Mr. Boffin, I was about to look for

you.

>> Well, you'll have to wait a moment,

young man. I'll come to your office when

I finished my private business.

>> Oh, very good, sir.

I've found better. My dear,

when dealing with servants, you must

scrunch them or they'll scrunch you.

I find it very credable in you at your

age to know what to go in for.

Go in for money, my love. Money is the

article.

With your good looks and the money, me

and Mrs. Boffin will have the pleasure

of settling on you. You'll die rich. And

that's the state to live and die in.

Rich.

Yeah. Read these for me again.

>> The Miser's Mansion.

>> Mhm.

>> The Miser's idea of death.

>> Yeah.

>> How to turn a penny. Haha.

>> The miser dies without a shirt.

>> OH, MARK THAT, BELLA. Without his shirt,

indeed. Scrunch or be scrunched.

I'll see to it that I shall die with all

my shirts.

What's that one again?

>> The treasures of a dungill.

>> Ah, the treasures of a dungill.

Scrunch or be scrunched.

OH, MRS. HICKDEN, WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

I found you,

>> my dear Bill. Good gracious me.

>> Oh, an awful and disagreeable place this

is. You poor dear good P.

>> Good gracious me.

>> Now listen to me. That nasty savoy. You

put on your hat and you're coming out

for dinner with me.

>> Yes, but my dear.

>> I insist.

First of all, P, you take this purse,

you go to the nearest place where they

have keep everything of the very best,

readymade. You buy and put on the most

beautiful suit of clothes, the most

beautiful hat and the most beautiful

pair of bright boots, paint leather mind

that money can buy. And then you come

back for me in Mr. Buffin's carriage.

>> But my dear Bella,

>> and then po, you take your lovely woman

out for dinner.

>> Where should we go?

Greenwich.

>> Greenwich.

>> What would Mar say if she heard you were

having your hair curled by a lovely

woman in Vent Church Street?

>> It's very nice. But don't you wish your

mother was here?

>> No, I don't. But I want you all to

myself today.

>> I was always a little favorite at home,

and you were always mine.

>> Run away often together before now,

haven't we, P? To be sure, we have many

a Sunday when your mother was liable to

it.

It's many years since I had lobster and

punch.

I suppose, my dear, that we may come to

the conclusion at home that we've lost

you for good.

>> Don't know, P. Mr. and Mrs. Buffin give

me everything I ever want and won't hear

of me ever leaving them.

>> P,

I'll make a confession to you. I am the

most mercenary wretch that ever lived in

this world.

>> I'd hardly have thought it of you, my

dear.

>> It's not that I care for money to keep

us money, but I do care so much for what

it will buy. Oh,

>> really? I I think most of us do.

>> Oh, not to the dreadful extent that I

do, P.

>> Oh, I am so mercenary.

>> About when did you feel it coming on?

>> Oh, I suspected I was like this, but

since I moved in with the Buffins, I

know for sure.

I've made up my mind that I must have

money, Par, I feel that I cannot beg,

borrow, or steal it. So, I've resolved

that I must marry it. In consequence of

which, I'm always on the lookout for

money to captivate.

>> Oh, my dear B.

>> Yes, P. That is the state of the case.

But I don't care. I hate and detest

being poor. And I won't be poor if I can

marry money. And then I shall have a

delicious time spending and spending,

spending.

My shocking part.

>> Well, it might be so if you meant it.

>> But I do, pal. I do.

>> Look, talk to me of love.

Talk to me of poverty and wealth. Then I

understand.

Poverty. I hate wealth. I would enjoy.

>> Not like Mr. Buffin.

>> Mr. Buffin is not enjoying his wealth.

>> Well, he seems to enjoy spending on Mrs.

Buffin and me.

It's hard to say, P, but Mr. Buffin is

changing as far as the outside world is

concerned.

He seems afraid he's going to lose his

money. That is, he watches people all

the time. He watches Mr. Rogmith if he

expected Mr. Rogmith to cheat him.

>> Well, I shouldn't grumble. He's

perfectly kind to me.

More wine, P.

Hey,

There, that's for bringing me home. And

there, that's for being a dear, good

little pate up all of his dinner. And

there, that's for being a patient little

p with his mercenary lovely woman.

A present from my daughter, sir. Yes.

Yes, Mr. Oaksmith. You've no idea as a

single man without a family such as mine

was at home, wearing more than one good

article at a time.

>> I can easily believe it, Mr. Wolfer. I

only mention it as a proof of the

amiiable, delicate, and considerate

affection of my daughter, Pella. A

>> this is a great advancement for her in

life, Mr. Rogmith. A great opening of

her prospects.

>> Yes, Miss Wiler could have no better

friends than Mr. and Mrs. Boffin. Oh,

>> indeed, she couldn't. Really, I begin to

think things are very well as they are,

if Mr. John Armond had lived.

>> Oh, he's better dead.

>> Oh, I wouldn't go so far as to say that.

But he mightn't have suited Bella, and

Bella might not have suited him all 50

things. Whereas now, I hope she can

choose for herself.

Good day.

He appears to be not quite himself, my

dear.

Mr. Ryderwood,

>> is your father at home?

>> I think he is. Come in.

>> Take a seat by the fire. Many of your

calling are always welcome here.

>> Thank you.

Might you be looking for a boarding

house?

>> I don't rightly know my plans yet.

>> You ain't looking for a leaving ship.

>> Uh, no.

>> Well, if you want either, this is both.

>> I

I remember the place well.

>> I don't remember you.

>> I only looked in one night when a

shipmate of mine asked to speak to your

father.

>> I remember the place well.

>> Was that a long time ago?

Yes, it was a goodish bit of go now when

I come off my last voyage.

>> Oh, then you've not been to sea lately?

>> No.

>> Tell me, is there much uh robbing and

murdering of seaman about the wateride?

Now,

>> complaints of that sort have been made,

but their money can be got off of them

soon enough without violence.

Best thing for a sailor is for him to

ship again soon as he can be brought to

it.

>> They're never so well off as when

they're afloat.

>> I tell you why I ask. I was once beset

that way myself and left for dead.

>> Did you get the parties punished?

>> The punishment followed, but it was not

of my bringing about.

>> On whose then?

Fair trade with seafaring men gets a bad

name through deeds of violence. Fair

trade, my mother used to say, and no

robbery and no blows.

>> Ain't you got nothing better than do

than stand Paul parroting all night?

>> Leave her alone. She's speaking with me.

>> What do you mean leave her alone?

>> Don't you know she's my daughter?

>> Yes.

>> Who might you be?

>> Are you thirsty? You

know,

>> naturally,

ain't I always thirsty? Wally a drink.

Well, I'll have some sherry wine if uh

you're capable of it.

>> Will you fetch a bottle?

>> Uh with the cork undrawn.

>> I'll take my Alfred David. You know a

thing or two. Do I know you?

No. No. No. No. I don't know you.

>> No, you don't know me. I don't know you.

I'll take the one without the foot.

Yeah.

>> Yeah, I know that knife.

>> I dare say you do.

>> That that there knife that there knife

there used to belong to a seaman I knew

called George Radfoot.

>> All right.

>> Yeah. That that that seaman was very

well known to me.

>> Yeah. What's come to it?

>> Death's come to him.

>> He looked very horrible after it.

>> After what?

>> After he was killed.

>> Killed. Killed it. Who killed him? Here.

Is he a cult? That was George Ratford,

too.

>> You're right.

>> I I think you're trying to tell me that

you killed him. Well, come on. Come on.

Come on. Let's learn what to make of say

something plain.

>> I will.

What a liar you are.

>> You went to a lawyer, didn't you? With a

story that your old partner, Gafferexom,

murdered John Armen and threw his body

in the river.

>> Went to a lawyer? Yes.

>> It was an invented story, wasn't it?

>> No. No. No. No.

>> Pack of careful lies, wasn't it?

>> No. Not at all.

>> I say yes.

>> No. But when you told this pack of lies,

you had your own strong suspicions that

your friend George Radford done the

deed. Now

>> why should I have suspicions on him?

>> Because you knew him well. Because on

the night of the murder of John Armman

came here within an hour of leaving his

ship and asked you about lodgings.

>> Yeah. Well, you weren't here. Now look,

you tell me that George Ratford got

killed. I ask you who killed him and how

you know about it. Yeah. You carry his

knife, you wear his coat. I ask you how

you come by them. And next I want to

know whether you intend to charge this

what do we call it murder.

>> The arman murder father.

>> Keep your mouth shut will you? Whether

you intend to charge that crime on

George Ratford. Hey perhaps you did it

yourself.

I alone know the mysteries of that

crime. I alone know that your trumped up

story cannot possibly be true and that

you know it to be altogether false.

>> Yeah. But in that case why haven't you

gone to lawyer lightwood? That

information is worth £10,000.

>> I know it. And when I claim the money,

you shall share it.

I know it as well as I know that you and

George Radford were together in more

than one dark business. And as well as I

know that you, Rogue, Rywood, conspired

against an innocent man for blood money.

>> Don't get INTO ANY MORE TROUBLE.

>> WILL YOU LAY OFF PAUL?

>> SIR, then what um

what uh can I do for you? What was done

for the blood money must be thoroughly

undone.

>> What do you mean? Ain't the man dead? I

mean, in all fairness, ain't Gaffa dead.

Can words a dead man?

>> They can hurt his living children. How

many living children did Gaffa leave?

>> Two. A daughter Lizzy and a boy Charlie.

Both fairly respectable.

>> It's dreadful that any stigma should

attach to them.

Have you pen and ink?

You sign a statement, Ryder, saying your

story against Hexom is utterly false.

>> I just made a mistake with them lawyers,

that's all. You know, to get me this

wine and all that, you know, all that

money was a great temptation.

>> Just sign

liar.

I have never been here before that night

and never since. This much I know.

But which way we went when we came out,

I don't know.

I remember a wall, a dark doorway, a

flight of stairs, a room.

No clue, no clue at all as to the scene

of my death.

to be looking at a graveyard. And to

feel that I no more belong among the

living than these dead do.

And to know that I lie buried somewhere

else as they lie buried here.

A sensation not experienced by many

mortals.

But there is a real side to the

situation which though I think of it

every day, I know I evade it.

John Harmon, don't evade it any longer.

Think it out now.

I came back to England shrinking from my

father's memory my father's money. old

Harmon miser who turned me his own son

out into the world without love.

I came back mistrustful of being forced

onto a mercenary wife by my father.

Mistrustful that I was slackening in

gratitude to the two dear honest

friends, the Buffins, who had made the

only sunlight of my childhood life. I

came back timid, divided in my mind,

afraid of myself and everybody here,

knowing only of the wretchedness that my

father's wealth brought about. Now stop,

John Harmon, stop.

Is all that I have said true so far.

Exactly. So

on board, serving as third mate, was

George Radford. His name first became

known to me when someone approached him

and called him Mr. Harmon. We were

similar, but not strikingly alike when

we could be compared. A sociable word

together on these mistakes was an easy

introduction between us, and we got

confidential together.

I told him why I was returning to

England to inherit my father's fortune,

and of the condition I married a certain

Bella Wiler, chosen by my father, a

woman I had never met. He appreciated

that I was anxious to see her before she

knew my true identity, so that I could

see her for herself. So he offered to

help me, as he knew London, and could

guide me about. He suggested we disguise

ourselves as common sailors, and go to

Bella Wiler's neighborhood, and try to

make her acquaintance in some way. If

nothing came of it, I should be no worse

off, and there would be merely a short

delay in my presenting myself to Lyer

Lightwood.

I disembarked and waited for him in the

dark by this very lime house church.

From here we went somehow to Ryder Hood

shop. When we stopped at Ryder Hoods, he

asked Ryderhood about lodging houses.

Was I at all suspicious of Radford? Not

then.

I think he must have got from Ryderhood

the drug or whatever it was that

afterwards stupified me, but I am far

from sure.

All I know is that they were companions

in villain and that Riderhood was

concerned in the robbery of a seaman to

whom such a drug had been given.

I'm sure that we cannot have gone far

from the shop before we came to the

wall, the dark doorway, the flight of

stairs in the room.

It overlooked a dock and the tide was

out. I know because while the coffee was

getting ready, I drew back a curtain and

looked out and saw lights reflected in

tidal mud.

Radfoot was carrying a canvas bag

containing a suit of his clothes. You're

very wet, Mr. Harmon, I heard him say,

and I am quite dry under this waterproof

coat. Put on these clothes of mine. They

will answer your purpose tomorrow for

your disguise. While you change, I'll

hurry up the coffee.

When he came back, I had his clothes on

and there was a black man with him

dressed like a steward who put the

coffee on the table and never looked at

me.

Am I so far literal and exact?

Yes, I am certain of this so far.

Now I passed her sick and deranged

impressions. There are spaces between I

know nothing about. There is no idea of

time.

I had drunk some coffee when it seemed

that Radfoot swelled immensely and

something urged me to attack him. We

struggled near the door. He escaped me.

The room was whirling. I dropped down

lying helpless on the ground. I was

turned over by a foot. I was dragged by

the neck into a corner. I heard men

speaking together. I I was turned over

by the feet. I saw a figure like myself

dressed in my clothes lying on a bed and

then a silence. and a violent wrestling

of men all over the room. The figure

like myself was attacked. I was trotten

upon and I was fallen over. And I heard

a noise of blows like a wood cutter

cutting down trees. I could not have

said my name was John Harmon. I could

not have thought it. I didn't know it.

But I thought of the wood cutter and his

axe and had some dead idea that I was

lying in a forest.

After a downward slide through something

like a tube, a great noise and a

sparkling and a crackling as of fires,

consciousness came back to me and I

found myself struggling alone in the

water. I cried out loud. This is John

Harmon drowning. John Harmon, struggle

for your life. John Harmon, save

yourself. The tide was running down, but

I knew nothing of up or down. Then I

guided myself with heaven's assistance

before the fierce set of the water. I

caught a boat morted a causeway and

dragged myself out on the stones. The

cold night air and the rain restored me,

and I crept up to the public house

nearby.

They naturally supposed me to have

fallen in the river drunk, for I had no

notion of where I was, and could not

speak. I remained at the public house

for 2 days recovering and it was while I

lay in bed there that I decided to use

my misfortune to help improving Bella

Wiler.

In a waterproof belt around my waist I

had £40. It was enough for me to stay at

a hotel for 12 nights and then take

lodgings with Mrs. Wiler.

I examined the papers every day for news

that I was missing but saw none.

Going out one night to walk, I found a

crowd assembled around a placard. It

described myself, John Harmon, as found

dead and mutilated in the river under

suspicious circumstances.

In a wild and cautious way, I hurried

there and saw with horror of the death I

had escaped. I perceived that Radford

had been murdered by some unknown hands

for the money for which he would have

murdered me, and that probably we had

both been shot into the river from the

same dark place, into the same dark tide

when the stream ran deep and strong.

That night, I almost gave up mystery,

though I knew absolutely nothing except

this. It was not I that had been

murdered. It was Radford. As I hesitated

the next day and the day after that, it

seemed as if the whole country was

determined to have me dead. I could not

listen at my fireside for 5 minutes. But

it was born into my ears that I was

dead. Dead.

So John Harmon died and John Rog Smith

was born.

Should John Harmon come to life? Take

yes first to come into possession of my

father's money and with it sordedly by a

beautiful creature whom I love against

reason but who would assume loved the

beg around the corner. Now take no the

reasons why John Harmon should not come

to life. What would I have? Dead. I have

heard from the woman who would have been

my wife had I lived the revolting truth

that I should have purchased her caring

nothing for me. What course for me then?

this

to continue as Mr. Boffin's quiet

secretary so that I may plainly ask

Bella to be my wife and so that I may

never in the days to come have any

misgivings that she might not have taken

me for my own sake. I will plainly ask

her to be my wife.

And now it is all thought out from the

beginning to the end and my mind is

easier.

>> Mr. Oakmith.

I thought I heard you come in.

>> Dear Mayor, you're not well, Mr.

Oaksmith. You look so white.

>> Oh, do I? Yes, I've I've had a busy

evening.

>> May I speak privately with you for a

moment?

>> Please,

>> I wish to speak to you, sir, once and

for all, and I don't know how to do it.

I've waited all evening to speak to you.

You You know how I'm situated at home

and you know I'm situated here. I must

speak to you for myself since there's no

one I can ask to do so.

It is not generous in you. It is not

honorable in you to conduct yourself

towards me as you do.

>> Is it ungenerous? Is it dishonorable to

be devoted to you? Fascinated by you.

>> Preposterous.

Well, I feel obliged to go on, though it

were only uh in self-explanation and

self-defense.

I hope it is not unpardonable, Miss

Wiler, even in me, to make an honest

declaration of an honest devotion to

you.

>> An honest declaration?

>> Is it otherwise?

>> Excuse me if I decline to be

cross-examined.

>> Oh, now, Miss Wilfur, this is hardly

charitable.

But what I have declared, I take my

standby.

I cannot take back the avow of my

earnest and deep attraction to you, and

I will not.

>> Well, I reject it, sir.

>> I should be blind and deaf if I were not

prepared for the reply.

Forgive my offense, for it carries its

punishment with it.

>> What punishment?

>> Is my present endurance none?

But forgive me. I did not mean to

cross-examine you again. Well, you take

advantage of a of a hasty word of mine

to make me seem

quieter.

I spoke without consideration when I

used it. If that was bad, then I'm

sorry. But you repeat it after

consideration, and that seems to me at

least no better. For the rest, Mr.

Oakmith, I beg that it may be understood

that there is to be an end of this

between us now and forever.

>> Now and forever.

>> Yes. I appeal to you not to pursue me. I

appeal to you not to take advantage of

your position in this house to make my

position in it distressing and

disagreeable. I appeal to you to

discontinue your habit of making your

misplaced attentions as plain to Mrs.

Buffin as they are to me.

>> Have I done so?

>> I should think you have. Well, in any

case, it's not your fault if you

haven't, Mr. Rogmith.

>> Oh, I do hope you are wrong in that

impression. I shall be very sorry to

have justified it. I think I have not.

But for the future, you need have no

apprehension. It is all over.

>> How much relief to hear that?

>> I have other views in life. And why

should you waste yours?

>> My life?

I shall be careful to conceal any traces

of this interview from Mr. and Mrs.

Spoffen. Trust me, I shall never mention

the matter again.

I'm glad I've spoken with you, Mr.

Oaksmith. It's been painful and

difficult, but it's done.

If I have hurt you, I hope you'll

forgive me. I'm inexperienced and

impetuous, and I have been a little

spoiled, but I'm really not as bad as I

dare say I appear, or as you think me,

John Harmon,

you lie buried under a whole alpine

range.

You are covered, crushed, out of sight

forever.

My sister comes home through the

churchyard. Mr. Edstone, we won't have

long to wait.

>> I'm not at my best lurking in a

graveyard.

Better to wait here than go to that

doll's dress maker again.

>> No,

>> she's favorable to neither of us.

>> She's a per crooked little chick, Mr.

Edstone. She's sure to say something

impertinent.

Nobody but my sister would have such an

extraordinary companion. One of her

romantic ideas.

I tried to convince herself, but I

didn't succeed.

However, what we got to do is to succeed

tonight, Mr. Redstone. Then all the rest

follows.

>> Yes, we got everything on our side.

>> Except your sister.

>> Pardon, sir?

>> No, I'm not at my best advantage.

>> Oh, here she comes, Mr. Dadstone.

But

>> Charlie, where are you going?

>> Nowhere. We came on purpose to meet you.

>> To meet me?

>> Yes. To speak with you, Liz. Mr. Edstone

has something to say. I'll go and take a

stroll and come back.

I know in general what Mr. Edstone

intends to say, and I highly approve of

it, as I hope, and I don't doubt you

will.

I needn't tell you, Liz, I'm under great

obligation to Mr. Redstone and I'm very

anxious for him to succeed in all he

undertakes.

>> Charlie, I think you better stay. And I

think Mr. Redstone better not say what

he intends saying.

>> How do you know what it is?

>> Well, perhaps I don't.

>> Perhaps you don't. I should think not.

Now, let me go and be sensible. Be a

rational girl and a good sister.

I hope you won't judge me by my

hesitating manner when I speak to you.

You see me at my greatest disadvantage.

It's most unfortunate for me that I wish

you see me at my best and I know you see

me at my worst.

It seems egotistical to begin by saying

so much about myself, but whatever I say

seems below what I want to say and

different to what I want to say. I can't

help it. So, it is.

You are the ruin of me.

Yes,

you are THE RUIN. THE RUIN. THE RUIN OF

ME.

I have no resources in myself. I have no

confidence in myself. I have no

government of myself when you were near

me or in my thoughts.

And you are always in my thoughts now.

I've never been quit of you since I

first saw you.

That was a wretched day for me. A

wretched, miserable day.

>> Oh, Mr. Edstone, I'm grieved to have

done you any harm, but I never meant it.

Now, I seem to have reproached you

instead of revealing to you the state of

my mind.

Bear with me.

I'm always wrong when you're in

question.

It's my doom.

You draw me to you.

If I were shut in a strong prison, you

would draw me out. I shall break through

the walls to come to you. If I lie on a

sick bed, you would draw me up to

stagger to your feet and fall there.

No man knows till the time comes what

depths are within him.

To some men it never comes.

Let them rest to be thankful.

To me you brought it on me. You forced

it. And the bottom of this raging sea

has been heaved up EVER SINCE.

>> DON'T STOP. LET ME FIND MY

>> HEAD MUST BE SPOKEN.

I love you.

What other men may mean when they use

that expression, I do not know. I cannot

tell.

What I mean is that I'm under the

influence of some tremendous attraction

which I resisted in vain.

You could draw me through fire.

You could draw me to water.

You could draw me to the gallows.

You could draw me to any death.

You could draw me to anything I have

most avoided.

You could draw me to any exposure and

disgrace.

But if you would return a favorable

answer to my offer of myself in

marriage, it

you could draw me to every good with

equal force.

I am in dreadful earnest.

>> M

>> I implore you before you answer me to

take a minute's time to think and give

me a minute's time to get some fortitude

together.

Is it yes or no?

>> Dreadstone, I thank you gratefully and I

thank you sincerely and I hope you'll

find a worthy wife before long. But the

answer is no.

>> You

You do not want some days for

reflection.

>> None. Whatever.

>> There there is no chance of any change

in my favor. Oh,

>> I'm certain there is none.

I I hope I may never kill him.

>> MR. DON'T LET GO OF ME. IT'S JUST I MUST

CALL FOR HELP.

>> I used to call for help. You don't know

that how much

you see I have recovered myself.

Hear me out.

This time at least I will leave nothing

unsaid. This time at least I will not be

tortured with afterthoughts of a lost

opportunity.

>> Mr. Eugene Rabel.

>> Was it of him you spoke in your

ungovernable rage and violence?

>> Was it Mr. Rayburn you threatened?

Mr. Redstone, you asked me to hear you

out and you will not speak. I must find

MY BROTHER.

>> STOP. I THREATENED NO ONE.

>> MR. Eugene Rabin.

>> Why' you say that name again and again?

because it is a text of what little I

have left to say. There are no threats

in it.

Mr. Eugene Rabel,

he haunts you.

You accept favors from him. You are

willing enough to listen to him. I know

it as well as he does.

>> Mr. Headstone, it's cowardly of you to

speak to me in this way. But it makes me

able to tell you that I do not like you

and that I've never liked you from the

first and that no other living creature

has anything to do with the effect you

yourself have produced upon me.

>> I knew all about this Eugene Rabel. All

the while you were drawing me to you. I

strove against the knowledge but quite

in vain. It made no difference to me.

With Mr. Eugene Rabel in my mind I went

on with Mr. Eugene Rabel in my mind. I

spoke to you just now. With Mr. Eugene

raven in my mind. I've been set aside

and I've been cast out.

>> Is that my fault, Mr. Edge?

>> I'm not complaining. I believe stating

the case.

You may imagine how low my selfrespect

lies now.

Lies under his feet.

>> Oh, you talk wildly, Mr. Redstone.

Charlie. CHARLIE.

>> I KNOW I SAY TOO WELL. And I've now said

all. I've used no threat. Remember, I've

done no more than show you how the case

stands so far.

Charlie Exom, I'm going home. I must

walk home by myself tonight and get shut

up in my room without being spoken to.

Give me half an hour start. And let me

be till you find me at my work in the

morning.

I shall be at my work in the morning

just as usual.

>> What's this? What have you done to my

best friend? Out with the truth. Speak a

little more considerately. Charlie,

>> why has Mr. Edstone left us in this way?

>> He asked me, you know, he asked me to be

his wife.

>> Well,

>> and I was obliged to tell him that I do

not like him and I will not marry him.

>> You're a nice picture of a sister. So,

all my endeavors to cancel the past and

to raise myself in the world and raise

you with me, to be beaten down by your

low whims.

>> I will not reproach you, Charlie.

>> No, she won't reproach me. She does her

best to destroy my fortunes and her own.

and she won't reproach me.

>> NO, I'LL SIMPLY TELL YOU AS I TOLD HIM

THAT I hope you'll do much better and be

very happy.

>> Oh, come on, Liz. Let's not quarrel.

Let's be reasonable. Talk this over like

brother and sister. Will you listen to

me?

>> Yes, Charlie.

>> Very well. Now, you come in as Mr.

Edstone's wife. You'd hold a much more

respectable position in society than you

do now. You could get quit of the

riverside and its horrible memories. Get

quit of Doll's dress makers and their

drunken fathers.

I don't wish to disparage Miss Jenny

Ren, but her way is not yours. It Mr.

EDEL'S WIFE.

>> I WILL NEVER BE HIS WIFE.

>> And this girl calls herself a sister. I

know what this rejection means. And you

won't disgrace me.

>> It means what I have told YOU AND

NOTHING MORE.

>> THAT'S NOT TRUE. AND YOU KNOW IT'S NOT

TRUE. It means you're precious Mr.

Wayburn. That's what it means.

>> Stop.

>> But you won't disgrace me. You can't

disgrace me if I have nothing to do with

you. and I will have nothing to do with

you in the future.

>> Oh, Charlie, remember the old days

together?

>> You are an inveterately bad girl and a

false sister. And I've done with you

forever. I've done with you.

Oh, that I were lying here with the

dead.

Oh, Charlie.

Charlie,

this should be the end of our dreams.

>> Pardon me, young woman. Is there

anything I can do to give you comfort?

>> Oh, Mr. Ria, is that you?

>> Oh, my daughter. I I spoke as to a

stranger. What grieves you? Who has done

this thing to you?

>> My brother,

>> my poor poor girl. My brother has

quarreled with me and renouncing.

>> He is a thankless dog. Let him go. I

will bear you company through the

streets. It is past your usual hour. The

way is long and there is much company

out of doors tonight. Come

>> Lizzy. My Lizzy Lizzy where have you

been?

>> What's the matter?

>> I can't tell you. Mr. Raburn, please

leave me.

I've come specially to join you. I've

been lingering about like a bail or an

old clothes man.

>> Please leave me with this protector.

Oh, and please,

please

be careful of yourself.

>> What mister?

>> Excuse me asking this in his presence,

but who is this kind of protector?

>> Trustworthy friend.

>> I will relieve him of his trust.

If Mr. Aaron will be good enough to

relinquish his charge to me. He will

quite free for any engagement he may

have at the synagogue.

Mr. Aaron, will you have the kindness?

If he will excuse me, if she will ask

me, I will go.

>> I do not ask you, and I beg you to take

me home.

Mr. Raburn, I have had a bitter trial

tonight. I hope you'll not think me

ungrateful or mysterious or changeable.

I am neither.

I am wretched.

And please remember what I said to you.

Please take care,

>> my dear Lizzy. Of what?

Of whom?

>> Of anyone you have lately seen and made

angry.

>> Oh, come.

Since it is obviously the only way, Mr.

Aaron and I will divide this trust and

see you home together. Mr. Aaron on that

side, and I on this perfectly agreeable

to Mr. Aaron, the escort went overseas.

Miss Pleasant, I am first in my tweed,

as you well know. BUY A SKELETON

ANYWHERE AT the West End if you like,

and it will be my putting together.

There's no one can put a skeleton

together like me. I'm an artist, Miss

Pleasant. I've um worked myself and

improved myself in my knowledge of

anatomy till by both sight and name I am

perfect.

Miss Pleasant, if you was to be brought

here loose in a bag, I would name your

smallest bones blindfold equally with

your largest. And as fast as I could

pick them out, I'd sort them all. I'd

sort your word of way in a manner that

would equally surprise

and charm you.

What does that say,

>> Mr. Venus? Preserver of animals and

birds.

Artic

articul

>> articulator of human bones. Oh,

>> I'm 32 and a bachelor.

>> Miss Pleasant,

>> I love you.

>> Oh, no.

>> Have I start? Would you

I have a lot to offer you, Mr. Pleasant.

I've a good steady income and and a VERY

COMFORTABLE HOME.

>> STOP. I JUST DON'T want to be regarded

in this bony light.

>> Bones is my fortune. And you know the

profits I make from them. Believe me,

Miss Pleasant, there's no one thinks

more of you and your figure

than me.

You have the most

splendid

flame.

>> I'm sorry, Mr. Venus. I just object to

your business.

>> You don't seem TO APPRECIATE THE ART OF

MY BUSINESS.

>> I DON'T WISH TO, MR. VENUS, I tell you

again, I don't wish to. Oh, the thought

of all them bones puts me off.

>> And so, a man climbs to the top of the

twee

only to find there's no lookout when he

gets up there.

You've lowered me, Miss Pleasant.

Condemned me to a living death.

I'm sorry, Mr. Venus.

If you was to give up your business,

my business IS ME. WITHOUT MY BONES, I'M

NO LIVING.

>> WELL, THAT'S IT THEN.

>> I just don't want to be regarded in this

bony light.

You can't

see why. I thought it was extraordinary.

This shouldn't

>> My dear Mortime I I do believe that it

was here at our dear veneerings that you

told us the story of that poor man John

Harmon.

>> I do believe it was Lady Tippens.

>> Then dear Mortimer, we expect you to

sustain your reputation and tell us

something else. My dear Lady Tippens, I

exhausted myself for life that day, and

I assure you I have nothing more to tell

you.

>> Ah, but I'm resolved to get something

out of you.

>> What is this I hear about another

disappearance?

>> As it is you who have heard it, perhaps

you would like to tell it.

>> Monster, your dear golden duster, Mr.

Boffin, referred me to you.

>> There is no more to tell.

>> There, tell it. Tell it. Nothing worth

mentioning. Ah,

>> it looked to me as if there is something

worth mentioning.

>> Yes, I'm sure.

>> Oh, it all sounds most

>> Please, please, it's not worth all the

trouble.

>> Get on. Get it over.

>> Bear.

I am Beauty and you are the beast.

>> To cut all short, the young woman,

Lizzie Hexum, daughter of the late

Gaffer Hexom, the man who found the body

of John Harmon, Lizzy Hexom, has

vanished.

>> Vanished.

>> Disappeared.

Nobody knows how, nobody knows when,

nobody knows where.

>> Oh, we shall all be murdered in our

beds.

>> Some of us would miss one afraid of

leaving babies.

>> Oh, do you intend to convey, my dear

Mortimer, that the vanished person has

been spirited away or otherwise harmed?

>> No, no, no, no, no. He doesn't mean

that. He means voluntarily disappeared,

but utterly

completely.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.