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"In my stars, I am above thee.

"But be not afraid of greatness.

"Some are born great,

"some achieve greatness,

"and others have greatness thrust upon them."

Every day, always mumbling to yourself, Pip.

- It's Shakespeare. - Oh.

I learn passages by heart and recite them.

Why would you do that?

Oh, you know, because I can.

And because it helps to pass the time.

And soon, it'll be you hitting the iron and making the tools.

And then time will pass all by itself,

without the need of mumbling.

Joe! Pip! Come.

Dinner time, Pip.

I'll collect up the nails.

Joe, Pip!

Are you deaf?

Coming, love.

Be quick, Pip.

One farthing saved...

Pip, I say three times!

- Two farthings saved. - Dinner is ready,

- and I'll mince your legs... - Three farthings saved.

...for sausages if you don't get in this second.

I'll lock the door.

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What is that scratching?

What do you think? It's a rat.

The only rat in your 10 square yards

is you, Compeyson.

You're Lord of the Rats!

Why don't you keep your mad bloody ravings to yourself?

It may amuse your superiors to put me

and my only mortal enemy on this earth

next to each other.

To have to listen to him breathing in

and breathing out all night long

when every muscle and sinew in my body strains to get on him

and squeeze the last breath out of him

so he will never fucking breathe a breath ever again!

Tell the mad bastard

the inconvenience of our proximity is mutual.

I'd rather be neighbor with a burning volcano.

Which I am!

I am a volcano!

Burning with injustice.

Because you are the reason I am here in fucking chains!

Well, you two better get used to it.

You're gonna be side by side, like sweethearts,

all the way to Australia.

You garbage rat!

Fire!

Fire on deck!

Come quick! Fire!

Compeyson, you rat!

- Fire! - Guard, this cell!

You'll pay for this, Compeyson!

I'll kill you, Compeyson.

I'll kill you.

Open the door!

Let me out.

Hey.

Open the fucking door.

I didn't really like the sound of Australia.

I think I'll go to London and pay a visit to your wife.

Burn in hell, Magwitch.

No!

No! No!

No!

No!

No! No! No!

No, please don't!

- Stop him! - Prisoners aboard!

Boots!

Treading mud all through the house.

The ground is frozen. How can there be mud?

The water and the mud freezes and makes it hard.

What's this?

Decorations. For Christmas. I...

I thought they looked nice.

Joe, the boy here is implying that there is something lacking

in the way I decorate our house for the season.

And look, he's been bold enough

to provide a remedy.

Berries are not even Christian.

Hands.

There are some in the village who say

that bringing berries into the house

is summoning the Devil himself.

So, it's the Devil himself you're inviting into our home,

is it, Pip? Just in time for Christmas.

No, that was not my express intention.

Oh, Joe. The boy uses words longer than himself these days.

Yes, Pip?

You should cut your words in half.

It's all them books they keep giving him at that school.

Or cut them into quarters.

Words coming out of his ears.

Just say yes or no.

Why would I ever dare say "no"?

Youse two are always whispering.

How many nails did you save?

Hmm.

You get room, and board, and lodgings,

all for saving seven nails?

Well, I would say that is a very good exchange for you.

And a very poor one for us.

Oh, well, now.

Oh!

Yes, Joe. I made a drop of sauce

on account of it nearly being Christmas.

No, Sara. You made it on account of all your harsh words.

You see, you speak your goodness through your savory sauces.

Pip,

untangle the ingredients, and you'll find love in there,

amongst the sage and parsley.

No parsley in there.

It's nettle.

I mean, I do what I can with what I've got,

which isn't much.

And if it wasn't for my harsh words,

you two would be sitting around this cottage all day long idle

like them potatoes there in that steaming pot.

Yes, Joe.

You are one large potato.

She's right, Joe. You look just like a large potato.

Got me as daft as the two of you.

Sounds like one of the devils has escaped.

He's alive.

Damn you, Compeyson.

Well, if any convicted cutter of throats

bound for Australia diverts and comes to our door...

He would soon regret it if it was you

who opened the door, my love.

Spiders as big as cats in Australia.

Snakes the length of rivers.

But nothing so fierce as Sara with a soup spoon.

Would any convict come all the way up here

from the river?

Won't get far on a night like this.

Probably frozen stiff already.

Good. Because I have to go and see Mum and Dad.

Now, Pip, that might not be wise with the cannons barking, huh?

I'm not afraid of a frozen man.

I will go and be back before seven o'clock.

I believe Joe just said it's not wise.

When Joe is finished, dinner is finished,

so dinner's finished, so bring your plate.

But it's Christmas Eve.

Joe just said It's not wise.

Now, I said that dinner is finished.

So, you will stay indoors, Pip, and you will bring your plate.

It is a short walk. I'm happy myself with the wisdom of going.

He is happy himself, himself decides.

Yes, I have decided.

I'll go and see my parents.

Now, no need for that old thing, Sara.

Need for it,

because even though I'm 20 years his senior,

my little brother has long words and I have short words.

But the tickler will have the last word.

I would have gone earlier, but I was busy

saving you four farthings, picking up in there.

Pip, don't you hear that?

Well, Joe.

Tell the boy the next one is for his bare back.

Pip, it's out of love.

Is that what this is, Joe? Love?

Written on my back ever since she took me in.

There is a madman on the marshes.

There is a boy gone wild in my kitchen!

Brother and sister should not stare at each other so.

- Indeed, they should not. - Please, Pip.

In this season of goodwill...

You beat that boy again, he will be gone.

When my knees fail and my back breaks,

who will work the forge and put food on the table?

He brought red berries into the house.

The devil will come.

Goodnight, Pip.

Goodnight, Joe.

Goddamnit.

Mum.

Dad.

Little ones.

It's Christmas tomorrow.

Another year gone.

Since last year, it feels

like I've grown ten years, not one.

This place more and more is Hell.

My heart wants freedom.

It's a big world.

In Hell is where you'll find yourself, boy.

In Hell itself.

Who were you talking to?

My mother and father. My brothers and sisters.

They're the lucky ones

who parted this life before it could twist their guts

and burn their brains and corrode their bellies.

I am guessing you are the cause of the cannons.

One of the causes.

There are two causes out on these marshes tonight.

One's a lost cause, the other a just cause.

Which are you?

You're a bold little boy, aren't you?

Now, you hear me, little boy.

I'm a Christian soul. I'm in need of help,

and you're going to give it to me!

I'm an animal and my belly's empty.

You... You want food? I have some bread in my pocket.

Give me the bread.

Give me the food.

A fucking nail.

Are you trying to choke me, boy?

I'm sorry. I saved some nails.

I work in a blacksmith's shop.

My sister is married to a blacksmith.

Come here.

You live in a blacksmith shop,

so I know exactly where to find you.

Do you understand me?

Well, here's what you're going to do, blacksmith boy.

You're going to meet me at the twisted trees on the marsh.

You know them?

Well, you're going to meet me there at first light.

You're going to bring me food and drink.

And strong drink, for the cold.

Oh, and you go to the blacksmith shop,

and you're going to take a metal file and pinchers.

And you're going to bring all of this to me.

Well, now you do as you're told, and I'll spare your life.

If you decide to turn me over, if you decide to turn me over,

I'll find you, and your sister, and your blacksmith,

and there'll be three more gravestones

set beside these ones.

You understand?

Go on. Go.

Don't let me down, boy.

Out of love.

Hello?

Hello?

Food. Food.

I brought you what I could.

No nails this time.

So, you're not going to turn me over?

You're the blacksmith, boy.

While I'm eating, cut my shackles.

Did you see another wearing similar jewelry on his legs?

No, I saw no one.

Good.

The other is your friend?

This is my breakfast.

I catch the other, it will be his heart,

raw and bloody I'll eat for my dinner.

Why do you want to kill him?

You'll learn when you grow.

Some men are as dark and dirty and cold as this marsh.

You get lost in their lives

like you get lost in these ditches and streams.

What's your name, boy?

What's your name?

Pip.

Give me the file, Pip.

Boy, you better run. Save your skin.

Go on, go home! Go on!

Go!

Thank you, Pip.

I heard voices in the fog.

One of them was his.

I left him for dead on the boat.

Is he still shackled?

Who?

You lie badly.

I heard sawing among the voices.

Come then, my old friend.

Come for me, Magwitch.

And let us end our merry dance.

Shit.

* Comfort and joy *

* Oh, tidings of comfort And joy *

Where the hell have you been?

Watch your language, Joe.

We're in God's house.

We thought you'd been murdered or run away to America.

Where have you been?

Since I couldn't go and see Mum and Dad in the dark,

- I went at first light. - Joe, this child...

I brought you these, sister,

to say sorry for the harsh words last night.

I know how much you like flowers.

The most Christian flowers without berries that I could find.

Mrs. Gargery, the aromas coming from this room

are most provoking.

In a good way, Mr. Pumblechook?

In an excellent way.

One day, I will steal the recipe

for her meat sauce.

We were talking only yesterday about those very ingredients,

and Pip and me decided

the most important ingredient was love.

Didn't we, Pip?

We did, Joe.

Pip, take the coats.

As well as the sauce,

I have an extra special treat for us today,

which I made myself by hand.

It's a savory pork pie.

Made from pastry light as a linnet,

I baked it especially for today.

Took me three days to gather the ingredients,

some sent all the way from London.

We will eat it between dinner and pudding.

Pip.

Fetch a sprig of rosemary from the garden.

Yes, sister.

Shit. Shit.

Shit.

Merry Christmas, Pip.

Biddy, what are you doing here?

Walking home from church, the long way.

Why?

To reduce the amount of time I must spend

with the guests we have for Christmas dinner.

I hate Christmas.

I hate this Christmas.

Is everything all right?

I'm a condemned man.

Condemned? For what?

Theft, aiding an escaped convict,

drinking brandy.

Pip, you read so many adventure books

that bits of them come out your mouth without you knowing it.

If I had two guineas in my pocket

instead of two pennies, I would...

What would you do?

I would remove my shackles and be gone.

Oh, Pip, my love.

Move your arse, boy.

Merry Christmas, Biddy.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Gargery.

So...

to the gallows.

See you in school, Pip.

Today's sermon was another typical example

of how our reverend always chooses the easy, the obvious.

"Thou shalt not this,

"thou shalt not that, thou shalt not steal..."

Now, I... I am a humble church clerk,

but if the church would be opened out,

my voice would ring like a bell.

Pip, why are you not eating?

And on Christmas Day,

my subject would be pigs.

Pigs, Mr. Wopsle?

Yes, pigs. You see?

With one word, I already have your attention.

Eat your potatoes, Pip.

The sermon I would have given

would have been about the fate of those who are gluttonous.

A fiery warning against gluttony.

And inspired by this pronouncement against gluttony,

I will abstain from finishing my meal.

Oh, I swear, half the words he uses,

he makes up on the spot.

Are you not well, Pip?

No, I'm not.

Perhaps I should go and get some air.

There's plenty of air in this room.

We have people.

And besides, Pip, you can't leave just yet.

- I have some news. - What news?

Excellent news, Mrs. Gargery.

As a successful chandler and seed merchant,

I have dealings with those fortunate enough to live uptown,

as well as those who are unfortunate enough to live here.

Downtown.

I am, uh, seen as a bridge between the two worlds,

a go-between.

You go back and forth over the bridge.

With messages, Mr. Gargery.

From high to low.

There is a lady who lives uptown.

Very far uptown.

None of you will have met her,

yet all of you will have heard of her.

Miss Havisham.

The lady who lives in the haunted house?

Pip, what with red berries and hauntings?

What's become of you?

And what business does she have with our Pip?

Thirteen years ago,

Miss Havisham decided to adopt a baby girl.

Now, Miss Havisham has decided that this girl needs company.

Someone of a similar age, but of the opposite... sex.

Mr. Pumblechook, she did not use that awful word, did she?

- Sex, yes. - Oh, this lady.

There is no one from a family

of the girl's own social standing available.

So, we have decided, myself and Miss Havisham,

have decided to resort to meritocracy.

- A new word, Pip. - Shh!

Since we can't find a,

uh, boy of the appropriate class,

we've decided to find the cleverest boy of that age

in the parish.

And will she pay for the boy?

I mean, money. Will she pay money?

She'll pay a sum to the boy's parents.

And to the go-between, who is the agent of the agreement.

But, Mr. Pumblechook, I need Pip in the shop.

Do go on, Mr. Pumblechook. How much will she pay?

Mr. Wopsle, you mentioned pigs earlier.

Yes, pigs.

I think this little piglet will fetch quite a price.

Now, before we begin

the confidential conversation of money,

you mentioned something about an exceptional savory pork pie.

Oh! I will fetch the pie.

And the biggest slice goes to the little piglet.

Very good.

The biggest slice

for the smartest boy in town.

All able-bodied men of the parish

are called to do their duty to the King.

Two prisoners have escaped from the retribution.

We will form a human chain and sweep the marshes.

We will form up with an armed soldier

between every four men.

We will walk ten yards apart.

Never mind ten yards. Pip, you stay close to me.

Joe, there's something I should tell you.

If it's about this Miss Havisham,

I'll not let them take you, Pip.

I shall need you in the shop soon enough.

My knees are creaking even now as I walk.

Got the marshes in my joints.

Joe, it's only partly about Miss Havisham.

Pip, what is it?

Hey, you two.

Every man ten yards apart.

- He's not a man, he's a boy. - Ten yards, I say.

March on.

- Joe. - Yes, Pip?

I don't know about this arrangement with Miss Havisham,

but...

There's one thing I do know, Joe.

I don't want to take over the blacksmith shop

and be a blacksmith.

I don't.

I can't.

I'm sorry, Joe.

There they are!

Take them back to the hulks.

And keep them apart.

I want it put on record

that that mad bastard Magwitch tried to murder me.

The only record I care for is the one God keeps.

This one's got free of his leg irons.

Oi, how did you get free?

Eh?

How did you get free?

Last night...

I broke into a blacksmith's shop.

I stole a file and some pinchers.

And while I was at it,

from the house I stole a pork pie,

and some bread, and some brandy.

Let's go.

Pip,

there are some things that we must discuss

about Miss Havisham.

Biddy.

Do you remember when we used to compete

to collect the most kindling to light the fire?

I remember.

But soon, you will forget everything.

Biddy, it is one morning a week.

It is a window.

A small window, but you will crawl through it.

And I'm happy for you.

You don't look happy.

Everyone says the lady is very strange.

It will be the girl you will be with, Pip.

Biddy, it's a simple financial arrangement.

This very rich and strange old lady has offered to pay

for every visit I make to her house.

- How much? - I don't know yet.

A lot, I think.

But I'll give most of it to Joe.

Hopefully, soon, he can retire,

so he won't need me.

And I will be free.

Leave all of this behind.

How wonderful for you.

I'll find gainful employment in London.

I'll support my sister and Joe from my own income.

You were born a blacksmith. What gainful employment?

I don't know specifically.

But rather than be a blacksmith,

I'll be someone more resembling...

a gentleman.

Biddy, I'm doing a good thing.

So, why are you sad, or angry,

or whatever it is you are?

Pip Gargery.

Clever, odd,

and also completely blind.

Pip!

Come. They're ready for you.

Seven times four.

28.

Seven times seven.

49.

Fourteen...

plus seven, plus six,

plus six.

34.

I mean 33.

I sold you to them

as a prodigy, a genius...

like an orchid growing wild in the filth of a stable.

Don't let us all down, Pip.

Come on.

So, what is she like?

She's a girl about your age,

well-spoken...

- I mean Miss Havisham. - Oh. Well, in truth,

like almost everybody else, I've never laid eyes upon her.

She conducts her business through a Mr. Jaggers.

He's King's counsel.

And quite an abrupt one at that.

Here she is, your future companion.

This is him, Miss Estella.

- Estella? - Yes.

What of it?

This is the boy, Pip.

The boy, Pip, is it?

Very pleased to meet you, ma'am.

- "Ma'am"? - Miss.

Like I was saying to the lady,

Pip is a lump of marble just waiting to be shaped.

With hammer and chisel?

Perhaps I could come in and introduce him to the lady?

Now you're just being silly.

Only the boy will come.

No one else is allowed.

Come, boy,

Hurry along.

I say, what time should I collect the boy?

When we are tired of him.

- Are you scared? - Of what?

You mean the ghosts?

No.

We don't need ghosts here.

Ghosts would be afraid to come.

Mama, the boy is here.

Are you not staying?

Goodness, no.

Hello?

Who's there?

It's Pip, ma'am.

Miss.

Ma'am, Mr. Pumblechook's boy.

Let me see you.

Come here.

Look upon me.

Look on what remains of me.

What do I touch, Pip?

- You touch your heart. - Yes.

Broken.

What did you say about your purpose here?

I was told I would be company for a girl.

Who I have already met.

"Whom" you met.

"Whom", yes.

Ah, yes. Company.

I remember my desire for company.

You see, I'm tired, Pip.

Of men and women.

Sometimes, I have sick fantasies about what I want.

Call Estella.

Estella.

Welcome to eternal winter.

Innocent moments before the great corruption.

Estella, what do you think of him?

I think he is a common laboring boy

with big boots, who smells like a stable.

Boy, what do you think of her?

I think she's very...

proud.

And pretty?

Yes.

So, a common boy and a proud, pretty girl.

I want to watch you play.