JAGGERS: Will you allow that same old church bell
to peel away your whole life.
Mr. Jaggers, may I welcome you to the world of marine commerce
with open arms.
JAGGERS: Dorget will be hanged as a slaver.
PIP: We are liable as accomplices...
JAGGERS: No, only Drummle
signs the insurance papers for the ship.
He will be tried for complicity.
(SHOUTING) Look at me!
It is a man's right to prevail.
Because I love you, Estella.
You can love me all you want, Pip.
And I will marry Drummle
because I have to.
JOE: Miss Estella?
ESTELLA: I went to London, and I saw Pip.
For his own sake, you should write to him and call him home.
JAGGERS: Have you tried opium yet?
PIP: Not yet.
JAGGERS: It calms you
where rum enrages you.
PIP: I haven't been calm since I arrived in London.
MISS HAVISHAM: Tell me the truth, Estella.
Who are you dancing with?
Of all of them, which one are you dancing with?
ESTELLA: Dancing with the blacksmith's boy.
Perhaps, Mama, it isn't out of love for him.
It is out of spite for you.
(GUNSHOT)
Step out of the carriage.
I'd know that voice anywhere.
Magwitch, my friend.
How the hell did you track me down?
Followed a trail of men you'd robbed and swindled.
-(KNIFE SQUELCHING) -(SCREAMING)
-(GUNSHOT) -(MAGWITCH SCREAMS)
PURSER: We are one hour from the mouth of the Thames.
We'll make Wapping Wall before dawn.
Do you know the way to London?
(INHALES)
(EXHALING)
(CACKLING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Come, Pip.
Before the smoke begins to make the decisions.
We have business.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(EXHALING)
Are you coming?
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Mr. Jaggers, having just smoked opium
I don't think this is a good place for me to be.
Nonsense, Pip.
The poppy enhances the absurdity.
DRUMMLE: There's nothing absurd
about pleasure in a pleasure garden.
What could be more apt?
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
Come.
They are three young actresses who caught the eye
of many lovers of Shakespeare
in Covent Garden the other night.
That's the reason we're here, Pip.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Mr. Jaggers, why are the actresses
the reason we are here?
There are three of them, there are three of us.
Dear God, Mr. Jaggers...
JAGGERS: Drummle must sign over his share tonight,
so a distraction is in order.
They share a flat in Little Britain.
A testament to the beauty of the women of Kent.
And even if one is indisposed, there will be enough to go round
because I myself don't care for actresses.
Hello.
"Double, double toil and trouble."
Hello, ladies.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(WOMAN MOANING IN PLEASURE)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Mr. Jaggers, look back there. Did you see?
Mr. Jaggers, look!
MAN: Look where? Jaggers, finish the story.
I swear I just saw the fugitive from the marshes.
-A man named Compeyson. -JAGGERS: Pip.
Pip...
Whatever it is you are seeing right now is opium smoke.
I'm less expensive than I look and forgiving of failure.
(EXCLAIMING)
My horse has thrown a shoe, blacksmith's boy,
will you nail it on?
(GROANING)
(STRAINING)
-You are real? -Aye. I'm real.
So is this blade.
I saw that you remembered my face from the marshes.
PIP: Even though it is much altered.
When you are looking out from behind a scar,
you often forget it is there.
It is the scars on your soul that throb inside.
But I haven't forgotten who gave me this...
-The devil Magwitch... -(BOTH GRUNTING)
If Magwitch is your devil, what do you want with me?
COMPEYSON: It's not you that I want.
What I want is something you have...
Something that is mine, but which was given to you.
(WHIMPERING) I have no such thing.
But by way of emphasis,
and to warn you of what is in store should you not comply,
I'll leave you with a little calling card,
that will make you look more like me,
and much less like the adorable Pip...
No, no! (SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Oh Lord, to be home now.
What's this with wasting a candle to go to piss
when God's moonlight is everywhere?
JOE: I lit it for poor Pip.
In my dreams, I see trouble for him all around.
SARA: You're a blacksmith, Joe,
not a gypsy seeing fortunes.
Go to sleep.
(BELL RINGING)
Er...
Good evening Estella. Goodness, how pretty you look.
How beautiful and engaging you look.
And are.
How all of those things you actually are.
Mother told me we were expecting a very important guest.
What do you want?
Good evening, Estella.
How... How pretty and beautiful and engaging you look.
And are.
Herbert, what do you want?
Your mother invited me.
I think it might be me who's your very important guest.
Oh Mother, tell me it is not so.
Aren't you going to let me in? (CHUCKLING)
(KEYS JANGLING)
Estella,
has London changed me?
Sadly not.
Jaggers, there are red lamps all across the street,
just a short stroll across the road.
Pip, what happened to your cheek?
DRUMMLE: Jaggers, the bordello lights
are being extinguished.
Shouldn't we hurry?
In the darkness, I stumbled into a lady.
Her hat had a pin.
JAGGERS: Molly! Brandy!
-One from the poxy Frenchman. -Jaggers?
In the absence of witches, can we...
Yes, the faces of dead men,
their expressions captured in alabaster
the moment they were cut down from the gallows.
This blade forged wills, didn't you?
And if you didn't also put the supposed
testators to sleep,
you wouldn't be on my wall.
The only blade I ever met more evil than this one
was a man named Compeyson.
You know Compeyson?
Any rat swims in and out the rivers of Newgate,
I know them.
Jaggers, there are only two lights still lit,
and I really I don't care for billiards.
I swear it wasn't the opium.
I saw him tonight and met him.
No one likes billiards, Drummle.
It's just an excuse for men to talk to other men
without looking at each other.
It makes lying easier.
Mr. Jaggers, if you know Compeyson,
then I suspect you also know a man named Magwitch.
(EXCLAIMING)
Gentlemen, this is Molly,
my maid, and my free pass into heaven.
See, I rescued Molly from a certain death.
An execution.
You see, our dear Molly killed a woman.
A rival for a man.
Look!
She got the scars from the fight.
Mmm.
But I got her acquitted.
And then I felt so sorry for her,
I gave her employment.
Should I bring up the food, Mr. Jaggers?
Should I bring up the past, Molly?
Why would you, Mr. Jaggers?
Pork and apple sauce sandwiches.
Oh, and Molly, tonight, in a fog of opium,
our young Pip
swears he saw a man named Compeyson.
Fetch the food, Molly.
MISS HAVISHAM: The wine you're pouring, Mr. Pocket,
is from Portugal.
What do you know about Portugal?
Well, I know it is next to Spain, Miss Havisham.
You see, Estella, Mr. Pocket knows Europe.
Have you ever been to Europe, Mr. Pocket?
Mama, you know very well
that Herbert has never been to Europe.
MISS HAVISHAM: A smart answer would be, "Yes, I know Europe.
"England is in Europe."
He didn't give the smart answer, now, did he?
What do you earn, Mr. Pocket?
Well, currently, Miss Havisham, it varies
quite a bit from week to week.
From what to what?
Well, from nothing to some.
Sometimes.
You see, I ask you this, Mr. Pocket
because it is time for Estella here to marry.
Indeed, it is long since time for Estella to marry.
Mama, please don't do this.
MISS HAVISHAM: But you see, Mr. Pocket...
ESTELLA: Why is Herbert suddenly "Mr. Pocket"?
That's the consequence of London, Estella.
MISS HAVISHAM: Indeed, it is long since time
for Estella to marry.
And even though I found her a perfectly suitable match,
a gentleman involved with nutmeg,
she refuses to pick a date that she will agree to.
And since she will not fix a date
for her to marry the first choice,
I thought it would be a good idea
to introduce her to the second choice.
Introduce her to the second choice of husband,
to concentrate her mind.
Miss Havisham,
are you saying that I, Herbert Pocket,
might be second choice?
Indeed you are, Mr. Pocket. Indeed you are,
(EXCLAIMING) Estella...
I had no idea.
Neither did I, Herbert.
Mama, I do not wish to play this game anymore.
And you're not being very fair on Herbert.
Second place wins on an each-way bet.
Herbert has no complaints.
If you no longer wish to play this game, Estella,
you simply have to give me a date
to give to husband number one.
I am tired of sending him excuses.
No?
Very well. We shall continue. Mr. Pocket...
Let us find out how well you dance.
JAGGERS: Drummle.
I would say you need new furniture.
I hear this new bride of yours has very expensive taste.
She likes ivory, and gold.
PIP: She hates ivory.
Because she likes elephants.
What did he say?
Pip said he hates ivory because he loves elephants.
No, no, I heard distinctly. He said,
"She hates ivory."
How does the boy know what she hates?
When she and you met,
it was quite obvious what she hated.
DRUMMLE: By God, once she is hooked on my line,
she will learn to like what I like.
By God, she will.
I will fashion her into a form not dissimilar to my own mother.
Oh, bless me. Is it two years?
Is what two years, Drummle?
Since my dear mother was taken.
(SOBBING)
There, you see?
The brandy has washed away the man,
and left behind the orphan child.
Now we make our move.
Drummle, I forgot to mention earlier.
There are some articles which you need to sign...
Has it really been two years?
Drummle, we need your signature.
DRUMMLE: I don't do business after 6:00.
Dorget sets sail in the morning,
I will take Estella to Connemara
to visit the grave.
Drummle, just fucking sign...
-Drummle... -Hmm?
After you sign,
you can drink a toast to your wonderful mother.
Yeah.
Now the toast, yes?
To my mother.
Who I love.
(BANGING)
(DRUMMLE SNORING)
(VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Mr. Pocket dances very well, Mama.
And after all, he does know that Portugal is next to Spain.
Let us proceed with the second choice,
and speak no more of the first.
How society will rejoice, Mama,
Estella! Estella!
How do you know Compeyson and Magwitch?
You first.
I was a boy. They escaped from a hulk.
I helped Magwitch.
I saw them almost murder each other.
Compeyson and Magwitch
will still be fighting each other 1,000 years from now.
In hell, with the devil trying to keep them apart.
Why? Why do they hate each other?
Money and women.
What money?
Which women?
The women were many and various.
Compeyson, in particular,
was considered by the fair sex to be practically irresistible.
Did Compeyson and Magwitch used to be friends?
JAGGERS: You know, Pip,
sometimes the marsh fog comes out in your diction.
Frame the question thus...
"Were Compeyson and Magwitch once friends?"
Well?
They were swindlers.
Bank robbers.
Sometimes working the highways with their masks and pistols.
Then one night, around about the Streatham road,
they struck gold.
Gold from Dover on a mail coach.
Enough money to last a lifetime.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
It seems even your maid knows Compeyson.
-How? -(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Thank you, Molly.
Molly, can I ask you a question?
What is your question?
Do you know two gentlemen called Magwitch and Compeyson?
No apple sauce, Molly?
I made some with and some without
in case the gentleman didn't care for it.
Pip already a gentleman.
What world is this?
One in which a gentleman has few friends.
Molly, it's too late for questions.
Go to bed.
And sometimes,
what you learn from inside a bottle is of value.
You should beware Mr. Compeyson...
My dear Molly,
do not meddle in affairs which you do not understand.
Now, I told you to go to bed.
Molly...
Why are you such a beast to her?
PIP: Molly.
Pip.
I knew you wouldn't get far without a candle.
I couldn't remember if there are steps.
And so, consumed by darkness,
you abandoned your pursuit of the truth.
Mr. Jaggers, when you send Molly to her bed
do you follow?
Do you use your pass to heaven for that purpose, too?
You are seeking answers to your questions.
Very well.
I know Magwitch and Compeyson
because I represented them in court
when they were being charged
with robbing the Dover mail coach.
I met Molly because at the time of the trial,
Molly was Magwitch's wife.
Molly was also the secret lover of the irresistible Compeyson.
So you see...
It was Molly who divided the two accomplices
and condemned them to an eternal battle.
I did see Compeyson tonight.
He brandished a knife.
He said I have something which belongs to him.
What did he mean?
There are many rather
astonishing elements to this story.
But as I have said,
there are things I really can't tell you,
since I am sworn to secrecy.
And everything else aside, I actually am a man of my word.
(SCOFFS)
And as for me going to Molly's bed at night...
Well...
As an innocent boy from the marshes,
you have not yet realized the truth about me.
And never shall you hear it
from my lips.
But for my sake, Pip, take this candle.
Light your way to the door,
and go home.
Estella,
soon Drummle will be beyond rescue,
and I will take his place.
We will sail to Cairo.
This, I swear on my life.
Joe?
(STAMMERING) I was gonna
wait for the clock to strike 7:00
before I knocked the door to wake you.
But bless me, you were still not in.
That is to say you are out, and none of my business it is,
but I'm a little startled to see you out
and not in at whatever hour this is.
It is quarter before seven, Joe.
Fine.
What the hell are you doing...
What are you doing here?
Come here.
Oh, Joe.
Still like hugging an oak tree.
Oh, come, come in, please.
What unearthly hour coach did you get?
The three o'clock mail.
I couldn't sleep.
What? Is there news?
Is there bad news, Joe?
JOE: Not from my end, Pip, no.
Not from my end.
Come in. Come in, Joe.
Welcome. I mean, goodness, what a pleasant surprise.
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOG BARKS DISTANTLY)
This is my temporary place, Joe.
I have plans for a move to something
more westerly and larger.
Do you have a match?
Yes.
You shall need more coal, Pip.
This is just crumbs and dust.
It looks like Herbert forgot to fetch more.
Well, I'll fetch more from the cellar.
I mean, he forgot to buy more.
Now, look, you've put it out, Pip.
Now you've got dust on your shirt.
Oh, shit.
You all right, Pip?
I'm right as rain, Joe.
Why wouldn't I be?
And indeed, why wouldn't I be when in my life these days,
success follows success in fast order.
JOE: Pip...
I'm here catching unearthly coaches because...
Joe, do you have tobacco?
I left mine in the carriage.
Well, only this old thing,
the likes that working men use.
I imagine you're more used to cigars.
Oh, yes, I am used to cigars.
But I do smoke from pipes, too.
Yes.
I heard you smoke from pipes.
Here...
You are out of practice with working men's pipes
now that you are so grand.
Here we go.
Light it for me would you, Joe.
Are you upset, Pip?
Upset?
No.
No, why would I be?
I'm just surprised.
Pleasantly.
But last night was quite a night.
Joe, forget all this.
In truth, I am...
I am on the point on the edge
of becoming very, very wealthy, Joe.
-Yes. Yes. -JOE: Pip...
What use is money
when you have no blood in your body.
No blood in my body. What on earth do you mean?
JOE: No clean blood.
I heard about rum, and I heard about pipes.
Well, fuck.
Well, thank you, Joe.
Thank you so much for your concern.
But very soon...
Very soon I will have enough money to buy your...
-Your little... Little shop... -Pip...
With its little bellows and little fire.
And then I will give you an income of £50,
and we can talk about blood then, do you see?
I see you've not neglected to fill the rum bottle.
(BELL DINGING)
I have business, Joe.
Pip...
It was Estella who came to me and caused me to be concerned.
Come with me, Joe.
PIP: Tell me about Estella.
She said,
I should come to London,
and bring you home.
Home? Whose home?
Did she mean you should take me to her home?
Is that what she meant?
She also spoke to Biddy.
Biddy?
Why on earth would a lady like Estella speak to Biddy?
Estella said I should come to London,
and bring you home.
And then you should marry Biddy.
-Biddy? -Yeah.
I should be with a schoolteacher's girl?
Yeah, you were always together.
She loves you, Pip.
Now I see, Joe.
Now I see that you and Biddy have cooked something up.
Pip, please.
And Mrs. Joe, I imagine, joined in
and added sauce and relish.
You can't stand it...
Pip, the water is getting shallow.
You can't stand it
that I've broken free from my beginnings.
Biddy wants a husband.
And you, Joe, you want someone to work the bellows
until you retire, and then I would work the iron.
Mrs. Joe needs to be kept,
so she and you and Biddy have cooked something up.
Pip, we are aground.
You come on the three o'clock mail
to take me back to my designated destiny.
But I've seen this city.
And this city has seen me,
and we suit each other very well.
Thank you, Joe.
London and I suit each other very fucking well.
So, Joe... Dear sweet Joe...
You've done the bidding of the women,
and I'm afraid you have failed.
Now, please step ashore.
Go back to the village and report to them
that Pip Gargery is not coming back
to the forge or to the bellows, not ever.
Pip...
You should eat something.
You're shaking.
I don't want you in the Exchange Hall
because I don't want any of my acquaintances to see.
But if they did see you,
I would say you are my boatman,
who I pay to row when the tide is against me.
This is who I am now, Joe.
This is who I have to be.
I will always be there
waiting for you, Pip.
And you'll be waiting forever.
And please tell Estella
that the pyramids of Egypt are waiting for us.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
MAN: It's all there in the document.
(VOICES FADING)
The blacksmith's boy in his blacksmiths boots.
Come and meet your natural destiny.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
Will you shift out of the way?
(TROLLEY CREAKING)
(MAN EXCLAIMING)
Wemmick?
WEMMICK: I won't ask if you want coffee,
because I can see that you need it.
Come down and sit by the fire, Pip.
(STRAINING)
-Mr. Wemmick? -Hmm?
Do you also have butter?
WEMMICK: We have, and jam, and marmalade and milk.
Breakfast for a gentleman.
You're laughing at me.
No, not laughing, Pip.
Mocking my ambition.
Turn the bread around or it'll burn.
WEMMICK: We will eat breakfast together,
then we'll walk west to Hammersmith.
I brought some clothes and some other things for you.
And for lunch, we'll have ham hock,
and for dinner we'll have one of my own fowls,
which I will strangle for the purpose.
Then I'll show you to your room.
My room?
Mr. Jaggers has insisted that
until certain matters are resolved,
that you stay at my house, under my protection.
Protection from what?
Your bread's burning, Pip.
Here, here.
I would say I'm protecting you from certain others
who have evil intentions for you, Pip.
Please eat.
But I think I should also be protecting you from yourself.
Too much London too quickly,
it can choke you.
Perhaps Mr. Jaggers hasn't told you
about our success last night.
Oh, Mr. Jaggers tells me everything.
He tells me nothing.
Because he cares for your welfare.
(SCOFFS)
If he told you things, you'd know them.
And knowing certain things about certain situations can,
in this case, be fatal.
I can look after myself, Mr. Wemmick.
WEMMICK: Self-evidently, Pip, you cannot.
And I am charged with taking you to a place of safety.
There will be no rum and there will be no pipes
in the leafy glades of Hammersmith.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Well, I am my own engineer, and my own carpenter,
and my own plumber, and my own gardener,
and my own jack of all trades.
And soon you'll see
the triumphant result of my handiwork.
PIP: You've built your own house.
Not a house, Pip.
It is a fortress.
But a fortress against what?
Against all comers.
Come.
-(BLEATING) -WEMMICK: Ah, now...
Here there is a turkey, chickens,
a goat, ponies and potatoes.
A mallard, beans, peas,
and, of course, fish in the moat.
All in all, we would survive a siege longer than that
which Achilles afflicted on Troy.
And do you often have to endure sieges
here in Hammersmith, Mr. Wemmick?
And while this business is conducted,
I will give you this.
It's a European double barrel flintlock pistol,
double triggers.
Gun steel barrel with brass furniture,
.58 caliber.
-Mr. Wemmick, I... -You will keep it with you
at all times, loaded.
You'll leave the safety catch on, but even so,
you'll shove it through your belt,
pointing towards the floor,
lest you blow off your own balls by accident.
Mr. Wemmick, I've never fired a pistol.
I wouldn't even know how to load one.
Then I'll teach you.
First, you should explain
who it might be I would be firing at.
I think you already know who.
What you don't know is why.
I'm guessing the "who" is a man named Compeyson.
If I were to write a name on this rather uneven ball of lead,
that would be the name I would write.
I have guessed who,
now you will tell me why.
There are 13 musket balls in this jar.
By the time we've shot all 13 into the River Thames,
I would have explained why.
(DOOR OPENING)
Pip, I have something to tell you.
(STUTTERING) I did not go away as I told you,
but I... I actually went to see Estella.
Yes. And as a man of honor,
Pip, I must tell you...
(GASPING)
I am here for a boy named Pip Gargery.
Give me answers, or lead will fly.
I'm afraid Master Gargery is not at home at the moment.
Then where the fuck is he?
(STUTTERING) I don't honestly know.
I... I've been away.
Two shots.
The first to express the urgency of the situation.
The second to conclude it.
You have 10 seconds
to speculate where he might be.
-One... Two... -Okay.
He might be at the Exchange...
Already been there. Three...
-Or at the... -COMPEYSON: Four...
The Phoenix, I've been there as well.
They say he owes them money. Five...
There's an opium den in Limehouse.
It was the owner of the den that gave me this address.
Seven... Eight...
-Please... -Nine...
Estella, my love, forget me not...
-Ten. -(GUN CLICKING)
JAGGERS: Give me the gun.
And put your hands in the air.
I wasn't planning to pull the trigger, Mr. Jaggers.
(WHIMPERING)
(GUN CLATTERING)
Mr. Pocket, you will forget this ever happened.
It's already forgotten.
Mr. Compeyson, you will come with me.
(DOOR OPENING)
How amusing it will be that none of them will have me.
My only sadness is for the blacksmith's boy.
How curious that is.
(SNIFFLES)
(BELL TOLLING)
-On the stroke of ten... -(BELL TOLLING)
I will take the ten o'clock coach to heaven.
(BELL TOLLING)
(GRUNTING)
Estella, no!
Estella! No, no!
Who are you?
And how do you know my name?
My name is Magwitch.
The reason I know your name is because
one wondrous night many years ago,
in a room above a tavern, I gave that name to you.
Estella...
I am Magwitch.
I'm your father.
You fire this every night at 10:30.
Why?
To prove that some things can be relied on.
But some things do not change.
Just as the river swells and drains,
Wemmick fires his cannon.
You should go to bed.
You've been awake 48 hours.
How can I sleep?
You just told me the mysterious fortune
I was given is the proceeds of a highway robbery.
And the girl I'm in love with is the daughter
of a cutthroat and a murderer.
But you, Pip, are blameless.
Drawn into all this by a single act of kindness
one Christmas Eve on the foggy marshes.
Go to sleep.
In the morning, if all has gone well,
you can return to your life.
What do you mean, "If all was gone well"?
How can anything now go well?
Usually in matters of life and death,
Mr. Jaggers is as reliable as my old cannon.
Usually.
Lately, since you arrived,
sometimes Mr. Jaggers misfires.
How will I ever take control of my own destiny?
How do I know you're telling the truth about who you are?
As I've told you, I am your father.
No, you're my nothing.
No my absence.
No my no one.
You seem cold. Should we not go inside the house?
Try to get warm.
I've been frozen my whole life.
What have you been told about yourself?
That I was thrown away.
You were not thrown. You were given.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I'm sorry.
I don't want apologies, I want only facts.
Prove to me you know who I am.
(RAIN PATTERING)
Jaggers?
You know as well as I do,
I'm only trying to claim back from that boy
a fortune which is rightfully mine.
Not rightfully yours.
It was stolen.
It belonged to Magwitch and me, by the law of the highway.
Magwitch had no right
to give it away to some fucking boy
that he met on the marshes.
But give it the way he did.
COMPEYSON: But why?
Why give it to some boy that he knew for half a day,
and half a night.
JAGGERS: Perhaps because he found something good in him.
That day on the marshes Magwitch believed he was going
to spend the rest of his life in chains.
So he decided to do a good thing.
When he reached Australia,
he wrote to me and gave me instructions.
When the boy turns 18,
my instruction was to bring him to London,
and turn him into a gentleman.
And that, in my own way, is what I'm doing.
And as the boy's guardian,
I must protect him
from evil men like you.
Dear God , Mr. Jaggers.
An emotion in your eyes.
Recently, a certain melancholy self-reflection
has led to small changes in the way
that I deal with the world.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
That is the reason I have decided
not to blow your fucking brains out
right here in this alley.
But hear this.
Should you ever be tempted
to come within even one mile of Pip Gargery ever again...
(EXCLAIMING IN PAIN)
The delicacies I have in my hand
-will be cut free... -(SCREAMING)
...and prepared in an onion gravy and fed to you
in the form of a savory mash.
-Do you understand? -Yes!
Leave the boy alone.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Eighteen years ago,
I was tracked down to my lodgings by militia.
I escaped.
With stolen gold in my saddle, and with you in my arms.
Your mother was taken to a cell.
I rode with you inside my coat...
To the only person in the world
I knew would take you, and raise you.
A rich woman,
whose heart I knew was broken and she lived here,
in this house.
I thought having a child to care for
might help mend Miss Havisham's heart.
(SCOFFING)
Her heart didn't mend.
She wears her wedding dress still.
And all she taught me was
how to break the hearts of other people.
She sharpened me,
like a blade of a knife.
To be used against all men.
I'm her weapon of revenge.
Out there, it was against yourself,
you were about to use a blade.
Why?
I am so tired of feeling nothing.
At least the blade I can feel.
Well, now, I'm returned.
And there'll be change.
I'm here to settle old scores,
and try to undo some of what I did.
When the sun comes up, you tell your mama
my name is Magwitch.
Tell her I come with news about the man who broke her heart.
But I will only give it to her if she changes her clothes.
You tell her I said,
"Today is the day when everything changes."
(GROANING)
Weakness, Mr. Jaggers?
Oh, my.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)