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Why, Mr. Pinch!

Miss Pecksniff.

Whatever are you doing here, Mr. Pinch?

I seem to have rather lost my way.

I hope you have run away.

Is my...parent married yet?

No. And to tell you the truth, Miss Pecksniff,

I don't think he is likely to be

if Miss Graham is the object of his passion.

You are very easily deceived.

I was deceived in your father, I must admit.

But I have parted from him forever.

Bravo. Oh, come and tell me all about it.

I reside with Mrs. Todgers at present.

Look, just on the corner.

Oh, pray, come.
You'll find Mercy there.

I should like to, but I must find John Westlock's chambers

before it gets too late.

Furnivall's Inn? I believe it's about here somewhere.

Yes. Well, Augustus shall escort you.

Augustus?

Mr. Augustus Moddle,

my intended.

Come on.

[Door opens]

Charity: Oh, Mary, who do you think I found in the street

and brought to see you?

Mr. Pinch!

He has quarreled with papa,

and I have promised

that Augustus shall show him the way to Furnivall's Inn.

Augustus!

Augustus!

Miss Mercy, this is an unexpected pleasure.

My gracious me.

I wonder you find any gratification

in seeing me, Mr. Pinch.

There was no love lost between us at any time, I think.

I hoped you would be glad to shake hands with an old friend.

If I ever offended you, Miss Mercy, I am sorry.

Miss Mercy!

M-m-Mrs. Chuzzlewit, I should say--what's the matter?

Please don't cry.
Here.

Excuse me.

You make me ashamed of my past conduct towards you, Mr. Pinch.

Are you going?

Yes, I must.

How is old Mr. Chuzzlewit?

Um, somewhat frail these days, I have to say.

Next time you see him,

tell him I often think of our conversation in the church yard.

Certainly.

I don't know when I shall have the opportunity, but--

I should like him to know how true his words were.

I wish I had heeded them.

Tell him if ever he should counsel a vain, foolish young girl again,

to persevere just a little longer.

I do not blame him,

but it might save her much unhappiness.

Good-bye, Mr. Pinch.

Good-bye, Mrs. Todgers.
I must go home.

Good-bye, my dear.

Come again tomorrow?

Thank you. I'll see myself out.

Mr. Pinch, I wish you good fortune in your new life.

Aye, sir. You're an old friend, I see.

Yes.

But she won't have told you what her troubles are, I'm certain.

No, she has not.

But I know.

I know.

And I say it's a crying shame.

Here we are!

Mr. Thomas Pinch, Mr. Augustus Moddle.

Where's my sister?

She had to go home.

Oh. How vexing.

I wanted to show her something

I've just bought for my trousseau.

How did you find her, Mr. Pinch?

Well...

Not as I would have hoped.

No?

She's greatly altered since she's been in a--

since she's been married.

Charity: My dear Augustus, what a prose you are.

You must have said that 50,000 times in my presence.

Now make yourself useful

and show Mr. Pinch the way to Furnivall's Inn.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Moddle.

May I congratulate you on your engagement?

I wish you joy.

Joy?

The scorner has not set his seal upon you, I see.

The scorner?

You care what happens to you?

Well, yes, I must admit I do.

I don't.

The elements may have me when they please!

Good day.

Come in.

Tom?

What are you doing here?

I'm delighted to see you.

Come in, come in.
Sit down.

I'll get you a cherry brandy.

Uh, biscuit?

Grapes?

What's the news, eh?

How is Pecksniff?

I don't know, and I don't care.

I've left him, John.

Voluntarily?

Well, no, he--

dismissed me.

I-I'll tell you how it happened another time

if you don't mind.

But you were right in your estimate of his character, John.

Upon my soul.

When I see how upset you are, Tom,

I don't know whether to be glad or sorry

that you've made this discovery at last.

It's very kind of you not to cry, "I told you so."

My dear fellow.

Now, what are your plans?

Where's your box?

You'll stay with me, of course.

Oh, well, I don't intend to--

never mind what you intended.

Well...I must look for a new position, of course.

But first of all, I must visit my sister in Camberwell.

Does Miss Pinch live here?

Miss Pinch is the governess here.

Is she at home?

Well, I don't know, I'm sure.

Well, would you have the goodness to find out?

I wish to see her.

Any name?

Say her brother, if you please.

Come in.

Sir.

Tom.

What a lovely surprise.

Ruth.

Oh!

Bless my soul,
what a lovely young woman you've become.

I shouldn't have recognized you
if I passed you in the street.

Don't be silly.

It's true.

But you've been crying.

No.
Yes, you have.

What's the matter?

[Shouting in next room]

I can't tell you now.

Aren't you happy here?

No.

Not very happy, Tom.

Mr. Jones, Mrs. Jones,
Miss Jones.

My brother Tom, sir.

Are you really Miss Pinch's brother?

I don't observe any resemblance, I'm bound to say.

Miss Pinch is always talking about her brother

when she should be teaching me my lessons.

Hold your tongue, Georgina.

Mr. Pinch,

you come at an opportune moment.

I'm sorry to inform you

that we are not at all satisfied

with your sister.

May I ask on what grounds?

Miss Pinch is perfectly unable

to win my daughter's respect.

Indeed.

Naturally, Mrs. Jones and I

desire that our daughter

should be genteel in her expressions

and suitably distant to her inferiors

that becomes her station in society.

Imagine my feelings when I heard her only this morning

addressing Miss Pinch as a beggar!

A beggarly thing, dear.

A beggarly thing, which is worse.

A low, coarse, despicable expression.

I quite agree. Most despicable.

If I hadn't known Miss Pinch was an orphan without friends,

I would have severed our connection on the spot.

Bless my soul, sir,

don't allow such considerations to influence you.

She is not without friends.

She is ready to depart this instant.

Ruth, my dear, get your bonnet on.

Nice family.
He's her brother,

there's no doubt about that.

As little doubt, madam,

as that this young lady

is the product of your example and not my sister's.

You are a very impertinent young man.

On the contrary. I state the simple truth.

How can my sister command your daughter's respect

when she cannot command your own or your wife's

or your footman's?

This is pretty well, upon my word!

It is very ill, sir.

It is very mean and wrong and cruel.

Miss Pinch's money, my dear.

How much do we owe her?

Don't trouble yourself with that now, sir.

You may send it after us along with my sister's box.

Ruth, go and get your bonnet.

Yes, Tom.

If you imagine, sir,

that the payment of an annual sum of money

gives you the right to treat its recipient with contempt,

then you very much exaggerate its power and value.

Your money is the least part of your bargain in such a case.

And...

And that's all I have to say.

Except to crave permission to wait in your garden

until my sister is ready to depart.

Tom.
Yes?

Where are we going?

Bless my soul, I don't know.

Don't you live anywhere, dear?

Not exactly.

I only arrived in London yesterday.

I've left Pecksniff for good, you know.

I stayed last night with a bachelor friend, but I can hardly--

We must find some lodgings.

Where shall we go look for them?

I have no idea.

It ought to be a cheap neighborhood,

not too far from London.

Should you think Islington a good place?

It used to be known as Mary Islington once upon a time.

I should think it was an excellent place.

Dear Tom, anywhere with you would be a palace

compared to that over-furnished prison house.

Then let us go to Islington.

[Playing harpsichord]

[Whistling]

Martin: My dearest love,

it is many months since I last wrote to you,

and I know that the long interval will have caused you great anxiety,

but there were reasons.

Our journey west was long and slow,

by stagecoach, wagon, and finally, riverboat.

The further we traveled, the bleaker and emptier the prospect became,

yet I clung to my belief that there was a gleaming white city of streets, spires, and domes

around the next bend of the river.

At last, early one morning, we arrived at our destination.

The water was too shallow for the paddle boat to tie up, so we were rowed ashore.

Oh, my god.

Keep a good heart, sir.

First impressions is often misleading.

There's an Edener.
He'll give us directions.

Newcomers.

The very same.

This is Mr. Chuzzlewit, and I'm Co.

How are you, sir?

I've had the fever, very bad.

These are your notions, I see.

You couldn't recommend someone as could lend a hand

to help carry them up to the town, could you, sir?

What town?

Why, Eden.

This is Eden.

[Sobs]

Mark: Bear up, sir. Don't give way.

You've got the plan to our property?

Old man: My eldest son would help you if he could,

but he has the chill upon him.

My youngest died...

Last week.

I'm sorry to hear it, governor, with all my heart.

We'll carry the boxes ourselves, sir,

one by one.

There ain't many people about that take what don't belong to them.

That's a comfort.

No. You must look for such folk here.

We buried most of them.

The rest have gone away.

The air ain't quite wholesome, I suppose.

It's deadly poison.

Do you happen to know where plot 37 is?

Last cabin upriver.

Saul Potter had it.

He's dead, too.

Martin: Our property turned out to be an acre of waterlogged land

and a miserable hut without even a door to it.

When I saw that hovel, the utter folly of my conduct

and the vanity of my dreams smote me to my heart,

and I lay myself upon the ground and wept.

I truly believe that if it had not been for Mark,

I should have taken out my razor and cut my throat.

Instead of reproaching me for squandering his savings on this useless patch of swamp,

he set about making the place habitable,

and said that no doubt it would look jollier in the morning,

but by then I was already in the grip of fever.

I was ill for weeks, hovering on the edge of death.

Then, when I recovered, Mark succumbed,

and it was my turn to play the part of nurse.

I had ample time for reflection as I watched beside his bed.

I realized that not only my recent conduct,

but the whole of my life had been characterized by selfishness.

And I silently resolved that, if ever I escaped from this slough of despond,

I would be more responsive to the needs of others.

We both knew that, once Mark was recovered,

we must get out of Eden or die there,

but we had no money to pay for the journey home.

All we had was your ring.

I had vowed never to part with it,

but Mark told me that he knew you had bought it with your own money

for just such an extremity as this.

I don't know what affected me most, my darling;

gratitude for your generosity

or shame that I had not recognized it before.

The captain of the paddle boat took the ring

as surety for our passage back to Cincinnati,

where we were able to sell it for enough money to get to New York.

Mark is hopeful of obtaining the position of cook

on some ship bound for England,

and his wages will pay for my passage as well as his.

If we are lucky--

"If we are lucky, we may be home before this letter reaches you."

What would you like for dinner, Tom?

I don't know, dear. What do you suggest?

I thought perhaps some chops.

Well, we've had chops every day since we came to Islington.

I don't know, Tom.

I think I could make a beefsteak pudding

if I tried.

In the whole catalog of cookery,

there is nothing I should like so much as a beefsteak pudding.

Only if it should not turn out quite right the first time,

if it should not be a pudding, exactly,

but a stew or a soup or something of that sort,

you'll not be vexed, will you?

No. I promise.

Then I'll go and buy the meat.

What are you writing, dear?

Well, John Westlock has very kindly offered

to look out for an opportunity for me,

so I thought I'd prepare a brief description

of myself and my qualifications

such as he could show his friends.

But bless me if I can get any further

than "a respectable young man aged 35."

You need not trouble yourself with that any further, Tom.

John.

Good heavens, come in, come in.

I beg your pardon,

your sister's pardon especially,

but I couldn't help but overhear as I was coming up the path.

Ruth, my dear, this is John Westlock,

of whom I've spoken to you so often.

How do you do?

I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Pinch.

John, my dear fellow,

sit down. Sit down.

I was going to call upon you today.

I, uh...

I bring you excellent news.

It seems you have friends in London after all.

I? What do you mean?

As I was having breakfast this morning,

a gentleman called on me,

a very sober-looking lawyer named Mr. Fips.

You don't know him, do you?

Never heard of him before in my life.

Neither had I.

He began by saying, "I believe you are acquainted

with Mr. Thomas Pinch,"

and I said I was.

"I understand Mr. Pinch

has recently left the employ of a Mr. Pecksniff

and he's living in London," he said.

"Very near London," I said.

"Is he, by any chance, in search of another situation?" he said.

"Well, indeed he is," I said.

Then he said, "I think I can accommodate him."

Tom!

Good gracious, me.

He said he had a client

who was in want of a kind of secretary and librarian,

that, uh, though the salary was small,

being but £100 a year--

uh...£100 a year?

Still, the duties were not heavy, and there the post was,

vacant and ready for your acceptance.

Do you hear, Ruth, £100?

It's like a fairy tale.

I can tell you, Miss Pinch...

I half suspected him of being a supernatural agent myself,

until he took out his pocketbook and...

handed me this card.

"Mr. Oswald Fips, Solicitor, Austin Friars."

John: Where he has his offices and awaits your call.

Let us go there at once.
Ruth, my dear, you will excuse us?

Of course.
I'll go and get your hat.

Wait a minute.

Who is this client of Mr. Fips?

I have no idea, Tom.
Fips wouldn't tell me.

Oh, well. Doubtless I shall find out.

John, you will dine with us this evening.

Ruth is making a steak pudding.

I should like nothing better in the entire world.

Tom?
Yes, dear?

You wouldn't rather have chops?

I wouldn't.

What about you, John?

Steak pudding is one of my favorite dishes.

Very well, then.

This is my place of work?

It has been rather neglected of late,

as you can see.

What an amazing number of books.

Before anything else can be done,

we must have them put in order,

catalogued,

and arranged upon the bookshelves, Mr. Pinch.

That will do to begin with, I think.

That will be a task full of interest for me.

Until Mr...

Until Mr...

I don't believe you mentioned the gentleman's name.

Didn't I?

No, I don't think I did.

Well, I daresay he'll be here one of these days

to introduce himself.

You'll get on very well together, I'm sure.

You have a key.

Half past 9:00, you know.

Let us say

from half past 9:00 to 4:00.

Or thereabouts.

A little earlier or a little later,

according to as you feel disposed.

You won't forget to lock the door behind you when you leave?

Good day to you.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Mr. Nadgett, sir.

Show him in, Bailey.

Ah.

Well, Mr. Nadgett.

I think I have some information

that would be of interest to you, sir.

Good.

I was beginning to fear you were off the scent.

We have to be patient in this line of work, sir.

Will you peruse my notes?

I wish you would give me their drift

by word of mouth, my good friend.

We don't like word of mouth, sir.

We never know who may be listening.

Ah.

Read through to the end, sir.

There is more interest as it goes on.

You are a remarkable man, Mr. Nadgett.

I think it is a pretty good case, sir.

It cost some trouble.

The trouble shall be well rewarded.

There is a deeper impression

of somebody's hoof here than I had expected.

[Knock on door]

And I have reason to think

that that is the man himself.

He said he would call on me this morning.

I'd better go.

Don't leave us alone together, Mr. Nadgett.

Seat yourself over there in the corner.

[Knock on door]

Mr. Chuzzlewit to see you, sir.

Show him in, Bailey.

Oh, my dear Chuzzlewit, you're up with the lark.

Ecod, I'd rather be up than lying awake in bed,

counting dismal church clocks.

You don't sleep well?

Well enough.

I see old what's-his-name is here,

looking as if he might skulk up and down the chimneys as usual.

He may go, mayn't he?

Oh, let Nadgett stay.

He's copying out a report for me.

He understands his business.

Well, talking of business,

I'd like to have a word with you

before the board meets today.

I'm not satisfied with the state of affairs.

Not satisfied?

Well, the money comes in well enough, does it not?

Yes, it comes in well enough,

but it can't be got at well enough.

I may be called a director,

but I don't have any power. You have all the money.

I give you my honor.

Honor?

You may keep your honor.

What if you take it into your honorable head

to disappear abroad with all the firm's capital?

Well, there's nothing I can do to prevent it.

Well, that won't do.

Won't do?
No it won't.

I'm sorry to find you in this humor today, Chuzzlewit.

I was about to propose

that you should venture a little more with us.

Oh, you were, were you?

Yes, and to suggest that you may persuade some of your friends

to join you.

Very kind of you. And all to my advantage, I suppose?

Oh, very much so.

And you'll show me how, of course.
Of course.

But since we are not alone,

I had better whisper.

[Inaudible]

Hmm.

You'll not object, I think,

to venture a little further with us, my friend.

No.

Well said.

I was thinking yesterday

that no doubt your father-in-law, Pecksniff,

relying on your great sagacity in business matters

would join us, too,

if the thing were well-presented to him.

He has money.

Yes, he has money. Yes.

Shall I leave Mr. Pecksniff to you?

I'll try.

A thousand thanks.

Shall we walk downstairs?

Follow us, Nadgett, if you please.

[Door closes]

[Footsteps, door closes]

[Church bell ringing]

John.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Uh, Mr. Westlock happened to pass by

as I was waiting for you, Tom.

Well, what a piece of luck.

Ruth often meets me here after work, John.

Yes, I know.

I know now.

Uh, listen. I have a proposal to make.

Would you both dine with me?

What, this very evening?

Yes. Nothing elaborate, mind.

You must take me very much as you find me.

Should you like that, Ruth?

I should like it very much, Tom, if you would.

Then we accept with pleasure.

Excellent. If you would care to stroll around for half an hour or so,

uh, I shall be ready to receive you at half past 5.

In the meantime, we'll go down to the river.

There's always something to see there.

[Ship's horn blows]

Tom: She must be leaving soon.

Where's the boat going?
Antwerp.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Is this the--

is this the Antwerp boat?

So I understand.

I do beg your pardon.

I--I am rather infirm, and my eyes are not what they were.

You don't see a gentleman in a large cloak

and a lady with him in a shawl boarding the boat by any chance?

Tom: No, I'm afraid not.

Perhaps they're already on board.

I haven't seen them.

Uh, forward, there, on the gangplank.

Ruth: There they are, Tom.

Tom: Yes. Gentleman in a long black coat down to his ankles

and a lady with him. Is that who you mean?

Yeah. Would you do me a kindness, sir?

A very great kindness.

Would you place this letter in his hand before the ship sails?

I'm charged by my employers to deliver it,

but, well, I should never be able to get on board in time.

Of course.

Tom.

Wait here till I get back, Ruth.
Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

[Ship's horn blows]

Sir.

Sir.

Mr. Jonas.

What the devil are you doing here?

Mr. Pinch.

Miss Mercy.

I mean Mrs. Chuzzlewit.

I was asked a moment ago to give you this letter.

You were pointed out to me as a man in a cloak.

I had no idea it was you.

Who gave you this?
The man up there.

Sailor: Anyone for shore?

Oh, he's gone.

Yes, we're coming!

Take your bag, woman.

Give us time!

Where are we going?

I thought you had to go to Antwerp on business.

I've changed my mind.
We must go back.

Stop there!
We're for the shore!

Keep your nose out of my affairs, Pinch.

I've warned you once before.

[Ship's horn blows]

Tom: He dragged off the boat like a man possessed--

and so violently, I'm sure he hurt her.

Then he bundled her into a cab,

said something to the driver,

and got into another cab himself.

I just don't know what to make of it.

I'm afraid there is something dark at work here, Tom.

And I don't like to think that Miss Mercy suspects me

of being part of a plot against her husband.

I think you should try to see her

and disassociate yourself from this business.

[Clock chiming]

Oh, Tom, you're neglecting your dinner

and keeping your sister from her dessert.

Didn't I tell you he was a most tremendous fellow at his housekeeping.

Oh, Miss Pinch, this is the bright side of life

we bachelors lead in a place like this.

We're a sad set for the most part.

Mmm, well, I don't see how you could be more comfortable.

Do you, Ruth?

I think Mr. Westlock is perfectly happy here.

No, no. Perfectly miserable, I assure you.

[Knock on door]

John: Uh, excuse me.

Oh, Lewsome, this is a surprise.

I need to talk to you.

But you have guests.

Yes. Will you step in and meet them?

No. No. I must see you alone.

I'll come back tomorrow.

I'm sorry, my dear fellow--

No, I've put this thing off for months.

Another night doesn't signify.

Until tomorrow, then.

Not handsome, Chuzzlewit!

Not handsome, upon my soul.

Why? What do you expect?

Some consideration.

Ha.

Trust, as befits business partners, and what do I get?

Attempted flight.

Who says I meant to fly?

Oh, come. Sudden departure from home with wife,

passage to Antwerp,

wrapped up in cloaks like fugitives.

If you did not mean to run away,

why did you come back upon receipt of my letter?

You know why.

Why, because of that little secret

I whispered in your ear the other day?

Because you--
Shut your mouth!

Well, well,

I am not in the least affected

by any little indiscretion

you may have committed, you know,

as long as you cooperate,

for the good of the company.

You have taken all my money, and you want me to bring in Pecksniff. Is that it?

Precisely.

Between you and me, my good fellow,

we're in desperate need of fresh capital.

A number of policies have fallen in, most unluckily, at once.

Ecod, there'd be some fun in catching that old hypocrite.

Shall I go tonight?

Now this is like business.

You must come with me now.

No, my--my good fellow.

I trust you alone.

If he can't see your offices or your dinner service, then he must see you.

But supposing he recognizes me.

Ecod, your own mother couldn't recognize you these days.

You'll come?

I will.

I shall hire a chariot and pair,

and Bailey shall accompany us.

Oh, don't bother with that monkey.

No, no. Bailey will come with us.

I don't like to go anywhere without him.

[Thunder]

What's that?

Thunder.

It's nothing. It'll pass.

[Thunder]

What on earth are you doing with that bottle, Chuzzlewit?

Just taking a swig.

Why? What else would I be doing with it?

I don't know.

You were dreaming.

Dreaming?

How can anyone sleep on a journey like this?

This is no night for traveling.

Have a dram.

No, thank you.

I'm afraid Bailey will be drenched.

Perhaps we'd better take him inside.

No, thankee.

There's no room for damp boys in here.

Come, have a drink with me.

Let's have a song.

♪ It may lightning and storm ♪

♪ till it hunt the red worm ♪

♪ from the grass where the gibbet is driven ♪

Join in, join in!

What devil has gotten into you tonight, Chuzzlewit?

Jump, boy, jump!

Aah!

Aah!

[Horse whinnies]

Whoa.

[Horse whinnying]

Jonas: Ya! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

For god's sake, look out!

Is he struck?

He's lucky to be alive.

What's the matter?

Is anyone hurt?

It don't look like it.

It might have been worse if I hadn't come up when I did, sir.

Never pull at the bridle of a horse when there's a man down.

I was only trying to move the beast out of his way.

Well, I wouldn't have given sixpence for the gentleman's head

in a few seconds more.

Where's the boy?

Ecod, I'd forgotten the monkey.

Bailey!

Bailey!

Ba--

Bailey.

Bailey.

Help!

Help me!

Oh, god.

We must get him to a surgeon.

This was an ill-fated journey.

Will you look at this boy?

Why, what's the matter with you?

You're not his father, are you?

I may as well be.

He has no other.

[Thunder]

[Cows moo]

[Door latch rattling]

Service here.

Woman: Yes, sir.

A pint of the best old beer you have.

You come far, sir?

Far enough.

Will there be anything else, sir?

Yes, there will.

There'll be this.

And this.

And this.

Mark Tapley.

Last one a fair one, it must be done over again.

Lord, what a treat it is to see you.

One more for luck?

Oh, Mark.

Is it really you?

Oh, well, if it ain't some stranger has taken a powerful liberty with you,

and I'll have the pleasure of knocking him down

when I finally catches up with him.

Now, what would you think of changing your name to Co?

Co?

Oh, Mr. Chuzzlewit.

Are you back safe and sound, too?

Yes. Thank you, Mrs. Lupin. Do I merit a kiss?

I'm sorry, Mark, I couldn't keep my ears outside any longer.

I'm impatient for news.

Are Miss Graham and my grandfather still at Pecksniff's?

Mrs. Lupin: They are.

Ah.

But Mr. Pinch is gone.

Pinch gone?

Dismissed.

Oh, I'm afraid, sir, I was sadly mistaken in Mr. Pecksniff.

It was a scandal the way he treated poor Mr. Pinch.

But there it is.

He's a power in this village and can do what he likes.

And ever since he won the architectural competition,

there's been no holding him.

What did you say?

Pecksniff has won a competition?

Yes, sir, for the new hospital in Salisbury.

Well, there was a report all about it in the papers a week or two ago.

Well, I wonder if I've still got it.

Here it is.

But that's my grammar school.

Pecksniff has stolen my design.

All he's done is add a few windows

and a pretentious portico

so that he can claim it as his own.

God in heaven, is there no limit to this man's knavery?

What was that you said about his treatment of Mr. Pinch?

Yes, well, it all came about

because Mr. Pecksniff was pestering Miss Graham.

What?!

Yes, paying her attentions--

I'll horsewhip the villain. I'll do it now.

Easy sir. You're just playing into his hands that way.

Let me go.

Pecksniff would like nothing more

than to have you locked up.

What shall I do?

Go to the house. Try and reconcile with your grandfather.

But don't get into a fight with Pecksniff.

Pecksniff: No, young man, none of that. No, sir!

Martin: Let me pass.

I will not!

Grandfather.

Strike me, sir. Launch your arrows at me, not at him.

Grandfather, please listen to me.

Assail me. Come on, sir. Do your worst.

Pecksniff, calm yourself.

Let me see what I used to love.

Yes, yes. It is right that you should see it, my noble sir,

in its true proportions. Behold it.

There it is, sir.
There it is.

Say what you wish to say, but come no nearer.

Mary, come here.

Oh, his sense of justice is so fine that he will hear even him,

though he knows beforehand nothing can come of it.

Grandfather, I have returned from a long and perilous journey,

from the grave, I might say,

a sadder and wiser man.

On the subject that occasioned our quarrel,

I have not--cannot change my mind

or my heart.

It would be dishonest to pretend otherwise,

but for my anger and arrogance, I am sincerely sorry.

Do not be taken in by this, sir.

I know it must seem that I am only motivated by self-interest,

but that is not so.

Try me. Help me to get honest work, and I will do it.

Let me back into your society,

and let us rebuild our old relationship, but don't reject me.

Pecksniff: Shall I give expression to your thoughts, Mr. Chuzzlewit?

Yes.

Yes, Pecksniff, speak for me. Thank you.

Do not suppose for a moment that anyone here is deceived by your protestations.

The leopard does not change his spots.

On the last occasion, when I ordered you from my house,

stung beyond endurance by your unnatural conduct

towards this noble-minded individual, I bade you never to return.

Now that it has become his sanctuary,

I say to you again with even greater vehemence,

begone, at once, and forever.

Will you give me no answer?

You heard what has been said.

I have not heard your own voice.

You have heard him.

Go away.

It's all over.

Whoa.

Jonas, there is nothing wrong, I hope.

My child, my Merry, she is well?

She's well enough.

Ah, good.

Come in, Jonas, come in.

Will you stay tonight?

No, no, no. I'm staying in Salisbury with a friend.

We had a bit of an accident on the road last night.

Bring your friend with you?

No. He's a little too near the top of the tree for that, Pecksniff.

Oh, some young nobleman who's been borrowing money off you, eh?

What?

Mr. Montague, borrow?

That's a good one.

Why, we'd be lucky if the pair of us

could buy just his plate and furniture by clubbing together.

Indeed.

I don't mind telling you I've made a pretty penny

since I've been in with him.

Ecod, Pecksniff.

If I knew how you meant to leave your money,

I could put you in the way of multiplying it in no time.

Well, uh, Jonas, by far the greater part

of the inconsiderable savings I have accumulated

during the course of a not--I hope not--dishonorable career

is bequeathed to a favorite child,

who I cannot, will not, need not name...

Who is this interesting friend of yours?

Dine with us tonight in Salisbury, and you'll find out.

Pecksniff: Very good health, my dear sir.

You know, it is very strange, but I seem to know you.

That towering forehead, my dear Jonas,

and the clustering masses of rich hair.

I may have seen you in some sparkling throng

on one of my rare visits to the Metropolis.

Very likely. Could you move the candle, Chuzzlewit?

It dazzles me.

I wish I had had the honor of introducing you to an elderly inmate of my home

and a relative of ours, Mr. Martin Chuzzlewit.

You said nothing of that, Chuzzlewit.

You wouldn't want to know him, I assure you.

Oh, come, come, Jonas.

It's all right for you, Pecksniff.

You'll get a fortune by him.

Oh, is the wind in that quarter?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You--you mustn't believe everything my young relative says, Mr. Montague.

On my life, Mr. Pecksniff, I hope he speaks true.

Money can't be turned and turned again quickly enough

in the ordinary course of events.

There's nothing like building a fortune

on the weaknesses of mankind.

Oh, fie, Mr. Montague. For shame.

We do it, all the time.

Don't we, Chuzzlewit?

We do very well out of it, too.

Oh, fie.

I--I'm sure you don't...

But, um, to be serious with you,

it is a great comfort to me to know

that my son-in-law is associated with an enterprise,

Mr. Montague, which, um,

as much as I understand its operations,

is calculated to do good.

Indeed,

and am I correct in thinking

that you would like to be a part of it?

You are, sir.

Well, I'm bound to say that there never was a better moment

to invest a considerable sum,

and probably never will be again.

I could allow you in for 10,000.

10,000?

Well, t-t-that's very nearly, um...

Perhaps 5.

5?

Well, 5 is a good round figure.

5,000 should yield you 50 in a year or 2.

Oh, really?

Then 10,000 would yield...

100,000.

The business is safe?

As safe as Lloyd's.

Put me down for 10.

Good man.

I shall need your note in hand tonight,

and we can settle the formalities tomorrow.

The--the--the day after tomorrow would be more convenient.

Uh. My guests are leaving tomorrow.

A temporary absence, I believe. Mr. Chuzzlewit has business in London.

Would you do me the honor of dining with me the day after tomorrow?

You--you could stay overnight if you liked.

I'll dine with you with pleasure, but I must return here.

I have a retainer, sick in the infirmary.

Bailey is still unconscious.

The surgeon is not hopeful.

I don't know why you bother with that monkey.

There's plenty more where he came from.

I've grown strangely attached to that boy.

I'd rather lose £1,000.

£10,000.

Your humane compassion does you credit, sir.

Oh.

Well, the--to the day after tomorrow, then.

Will you join us, Jonas?

No. I shall return to London by the early morning coach.

Oh.

Yes. I have something to do.

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