Dickensian

Fetch me a warm coat, I wish to go out.

I don't think you understand my predicament.

I should, you find it necessary to remind me of it often enough.

I am drowning in debt,

having borrowed money to support this endeavour,

but if there is no progress and my credit fails, then I am lost.

There will be progress and perhaps sooner now than you think.

Now, release my arm, before people draw the wrong conclusion.

Thank you.

You said there would be progress.

Am I at least permitted to ask when I might see it?

- Soon. - There has been some development?

This partnership will only thrive if we both stick to what we're best at.

I will bring your sister to heel, while you, my dear Havisham,

will call on Mr. Jaggers

and see if he can't extend you an advance of some kind.

You're too sick to eat, is that it?

I doubt I would be very good company.

Sir Leicester is not a man to be kept waiting.

Do you think there are not 100 women in London

who would trade places with you, given the opportunity?

Well, then, let them do so!

And have our father be sent back to prison?

No.

Then you must act to prevent it.

You must know I have your best interests at heart.

I know.

Things will not happen on their own, Honoria.

Sir Leicester will not wait for ever.

Good morning, Mary. Please let your mistress know I'm here.

I'm afraid Miss has gone out, sir.

Out? Out where?

She didn't say.

Thank you, Mary. Let her know I called, will you?

A customer, Miss. Thank you, Martha. Do you have a card?

It's Miss Havisham.

I just saw Frances. It seems her humour's not improved.

Which makes it all the better to see a friendly face.

How are you?

I think I can honestly say, I have rarely felt better.

Oh, so you've decided to treat yourself to a new dress?

Exactly.

Well, magenta is all the rage in Paris...

I was thinking... something a little lighter.

Lighter?

More white.

White?

I must say, I thought you'd be happier for me.

I am. Of course I am.

It just seems rather sudden.

Oh. And how often have I had to stand by

and watch the breakneck speed

at which you and your Captain Hawdon conducted your affair?

I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.

Do you miss him?

A little.

I was surprised to hear it from someone else.

Well, it was a very difficult time.

With your father, of course...

but that's all resolved now, is it not?

And I hear you are being courted by Sir Leicester Dedlock.

Surely that lifts the spirits?

He's a good man, with much influence...

and not to mention a rather large estate.

I'm happy for you.

As I hoped you'd be for me.

Please don't think I'm not. I simply advise caution.

Caution?

Well, I knew you liked him, but... marriage?

You'll understand when you get to know him better.

- When we're alone, he's so different. - I'd just hate to see you let down.

You think he considers the Havisham fortune the real prize and not me?

No, I never said that.

I'm not a child, Honoria. I know my own mind.

Be happy for me.

I am. Truly.

Now, let's choose a wedding dress!

Will it taste nice?

Medicine always tastes nice,

as long as you remember it's going to make you better.

But the brown stuff I had when my belly was bad didn't.

The trick is to close your eyes and

- pretend it's honey. - (SHOP DOOR OPENS)

Did you get it?

A real tonic, they said.

Have him swinging from the chandelier, if we had one.

As long as it does the trick. God bless Peter.

Yes, indeed.

Hadn't you better get off to work?

No, I'd rather see Tim home and settled first.

I'll explain to Mr. Scrooge.

He's not as bad as people think.

Right, come on, little fella, let's get you home in the warm.

On you get. One, two, three...

A nice warm fire and a spoonful of what will do you good.

It's going to taste like honey!

We're to be raised up, Miss Biggetywitch...

- raised up to our proper place. - How so?

Mr. Bumble has been told that his interview with the board

will take place this week.

We shall purchase a new suit.

Oh, the way you've been talking about it,

I thought this promotion of his was already agreed.

It's merely a formality, nothing more.

A formality that requires a new suit?

I thought I'd made myself very clear.

What I'm still not clear on

is whether or not this job you keep talking about is actually a job,

or just a figment of your imagination.

His position will be moved up.

We will be mingling with our betters.

He will need to dress accordingly.

By wearing a new suit at his interview,

he will simply be showing the trustees

that he understands his bespoke responsibilities.

- Oh, so we know where we stand now? - Yes.

He ain't got the job yet.

Good morning, Mr. Scrooge.

Is it?

Well?

Just like honey.

Be back to your old self in no time.

You're late.

Apologies, Mr. Scrooge. I had to visit the pharmacist, you see.

Young Timothy hasn't been so well.

Oh, dear.

And he chooses an ailment which needs to be tended on my time,

rather than yours?

Well, I had to wait for the pharmacist to open, you see...

and, well, I can't be in two places at once, can I?

I should think not.

As it seems you insist on taking your wages

whether you are actually here or not,

then if you were indeed in two places at once,

I don't doubt you'd insist that I paid you twice.

I can stay late, make up the time.

Hmm?

Yes.

Yes, you will, but not from the goodness of your heart,

as your manner would have me believe,

but because you owe it to me

and I am not in the habit of paying for things I have not received.

No.

No.

The time that you owe shall start

when you are sat at your desk with pen in hand, not a second before.

No, sir. Thank you, sir.

Dodger, my dear.

Ain't lost any of your guile, I see.

Friend of yours?

Once I'd given him ten bob and a new silk handkerchief for his wife.

Good boy. So, what news?

I'm keeping the boys in line till you get out.

What about Bill?

- Ain't seen him. - You will, my dear... and when you do,

don't let him throw his weight about.

Make it clear that you're taking care

of the business with my blessing...

that crossing you is the same as crossing me.

Treat him like the wild dog he is, tight on a leash,

or he'll sink his teeth in you.

- I can handle Bill. - Course you can, my dear.

So, how long are you going to be stuck in here?

Bucket wants it to be me that killed Jacob Marley,

but he can't prove anything.

It's only his malice keeping me in here

and that ain't enough for the law.

I'll be home by teatime.

Good morning, Inspector.

Mr. Jaggers.

I understand the pies are rather good.

A weakness.

Is there something I can do for you, perhaps?

Yes, there is.

It appears you have one of my clients in your cells.

None of the cut-throats and thieves we have down there

are likely to have the funds to afford YOUR services, Mr. Jaggers.

My client's name is Mr. Fagin.

You are holding him, are you not?

We are.

In the case of Mr. Marley's murder?

He had dealings with Mr. Marley, of a nefarious nature.

What's more, he has no credible witness

as to his movements on the night of the murder.

So, you'll be charging him?

Presenting your evidence to the magistrates in the morning?

See, if Mr. Fagin is guilty and you have proof,

then like any other law-abiding citizen,

I will be happy to stand beside you and watch him hang.

But if you have no such proof,

if his detention owes more to some kind

of personal vendetta against him,

then I will use all my influence to bring that injustice into the light.

And my influence, as I'm sure you know, is not inconsiderable.

Might I ask if you're threatening me, Mr. Jaggers?

It's not a threat.

It's merely a fair representation of my intended actions,

should you not release my client...

... today.

I'll be off now. Right.