Great Expectations

You're going to be side by side

all the way to Australia.

I intend to find a rich man,

have him take me as from here as I can go.

Cairo looks nice.

Could you take me to Cairo?

- Herbert. - Will you just stop?

So, Pip, are you in love with her yet?

I told you, my intention is not to fall in love.

Love is not always the result of intention.

Do you love her?

Oh, Pip.

She conducts her business

through a Mr. Jaggers. He's King's counsel.

Your signature,

or your shame.

Miss Havisham says to tell you that your education is over.

Estella, no, no.

Estella, Estella, stop.

I'm in love with you.

I am looking for a boy by the name of Pip Gargery.

Ladies and gentlemen,

who among you wasn't just as foolish at this age?

You take your fucking hands off me.

I was sent by Miss Havisham and Miss Estella.

Let's go somewhere quiet.

That rum is on my father's slate.

Nothing in your life is any more on your father's slate.

From this moment on, everything in your life

is on my slate.

Who are you?

The mouth of the Thames tastes the best rum,

but you marshland savages drink it all

before it gets to London.

How do you know Miss Estella?

Did you ever go hunting sparrows in the fog?

Boy, look at me.

I swear to God, I will get an answer.

Who are you?

He has the ear of God.

The knife came as a gift with this brand new suit.

It slips into the boot.

A knife such as gentlemen carry.

I asked you a fucking que...

Not actually a knife such as gentlemen carry, Pip.

Soon, you will learn to tell the difference.

If you want to defend yourself with a knife made of tin,

try it, by all means.

But if you want £5,000,

an apartment in the heart of London,

a position in my practice,

and a pathway to the heart of the girl you love...

If you want all of those things, as I know you surely do...

Sit down, Pip.

Now, I know you can read,

so you will see the sum is drawn for my company account.

The true identity of your benefactor

is to remain a secret

at the insistence of the benefactor.

Who else on Earth other than Miss Havisham

would give me such a sum?

The Earth is a big place, Pip.

That you will learn.

You will learn it because I will teach you.

Teach me what?

Teach you first to be a rat,

then a snake,

then a vulture

and then, with blood dripping from your beak,

I will teach you how to be a gentleman.

But now the night is cold.

I suggest you take a swig of this

before we mount up and ride.

- Ride at this hour? - Yes.

We have urgent business in London.

Come.

I need to gather my things and say goodbye.

No.

- My sister... - Your sister and her blacksmith

will wake to find a check of compensation

on their doorstep.

There is a girl who deserves explanation...

There is a girl called Biddy.

And she is of no consequence.

Not at all.

The moment has come, Pip.

The most important moment of your life.

Either you come with me now or give me back the check.

You have ten seconds.

Will you allow that same old church bell

to peel away your whole life,

hour after hour?

I will write my explanations.

Yes.

And the next time you see any of the poor people

from this miserable little village,

you'll be looking down on them

from a very, very great height.

Come on, Pip.

I like to ride quickly.

As if the Devil were chasing me.

Your horses appear not to need rest.

Yes.

I start them young, worked them hard,

as I will with you.

I will give my horse a rest.

Thank you.

Pip, you should know, in London, horse troughs are mostly piss.

Having spent nine hours on a muddy road with you,

I am curious.

Why did my mysterious benefactor think it wise

to make a man like you my guardian?

Because I am known to be evil.

Celebrated for it.

And your benefactor knows

that in an evil place like London,

attachment to virtue would be fatal.

You mentioned an apartment. I need to rest.

No.

You will rest in your grave and not before.

I hope your new boots are waterproof.

We are walking through water?

No.

We'll be walking into our appointment

through rivers of blood.

There, Pip. Our business is at hand.

Central Court.

Chief Justice's office.

The doors will be unlocked.

Leave the beastly business to me, Mr. Jaggers.

Mr. Jaggers, sir!

- Sir, please. - Mr. Jaggers, I beg you.

My son has been convicted wrongly

on the word of a watchman who coveted my daughter.

I take no petitions outside of my chambers.

Please, Mr. Jaggers.

Boy, you'd be better letting it out

than swallowing it down.

Because the horrors of this morning

have only just begun.

I have in my hand three keys.

This is the first of them.

It is the key to the door

of the outer perimeter of the Old Bailey.

I read that within these walls, only blind justice prevails.

Oh, Pip.

Your awakening will be truly heart-wrenching.

It's not just the history of the place that impresses.

It is the spirit of dread.

The joy of reprieve,

the horror of the death sentence,

which makes the hairs stand on end.

Prepare yourself, Pip, for your first practical lesson

in the wicked ways of this wicked city.

Dear God.

Yes.

"Dear God."

Was Chief Justice.

One of the four most powerful in the Bailey

Over these past years, he has been of great use to me.

You knew he was here hanging?

Yes.

I came yesterday forenoon and found him.

But I had business. Fetching you from the marshes,

Ah.

Why didn't you tell someone?

Because I need the old man to sign some papers.

Petitions for pardon.

These are the last two he will ever be able to help me with.

Alas.

You will forge the signature of a dead man?

Yeah.

Like so.

And so.

With the steady hand of a painter.

And in case his absence from any subsequent inquiry

leads to questions of veracity,

I will also need the signature of a witness.

My young Pip.

An honest boy from the marshes,

who saw with his own two eyes,

the old Judge sign these petitions for pardon

at precisely...

5:35 in the a.m.

Nine hours ago I was drunk in The Three Jolly Bargemen.

And now...

And now you are in the world of gentlemen and commerce.

Your earnest wish come true, yes?

By signing the parchment,

you will be saving the lives of two men.

- Men who are innocent, yes? - Oh, Pip.

I'm a lawyer.

Innocence and guilt are not my concern.

I have read books about...

about murder.

It's not murder. It's suicide.

When they find the body hanging,

they will be able to tell how long he's been dead.

They will not find the body hanging.

The butcher we met in the meat market