Your sister's "North Star" has made himself comfortable at Satis House.

Far too comfortable.

Trust me, Pocket's nothing more than a struggling tutor.

Father paid for him to travel so he might make something of himself.

Has he?

No.

Far too honest for his own good.

I wouldn't give him another thought.

He'll be gone in a few days.

AMELIA: Thank you, cousin.

For?

Getting me out riding again.

I haven't been since Father died.

I spend all my time trying to run the brewery.

It must be a terrible responsibility.

It's a privilege to be trusted with such a task.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Name it.

You know I'd do anything for you.

Well, there is something, if you are willing to change your travel plans.

Thank you.

His bark's worse than his bite.

Kiss for luck?

Ah, Mr.

Barbary?

The ship containing your stock has set sail.

Excellent!

Many thanks, Mr.

Jaggers.

GAMP: Morning, Mrs.

B. Are you looking for someone?

Mr.

Bumble.

He's vanished into thin air.

I hope the murderer ain't got him.

It'd be just like him to go and get himself murdered, and leave me a poor, lonely widow!

I am a martyr to such selfishness, Mrs.

Gamp, a martyr!

( door opens ) Dodger?

Nah.

Prince Albert.

Closest you'll get to him's a royal hidin'.

What yer got for me, boy?

Chop.

Beer.

Oy, that it?

What do you want the soap for?

You got lice?

You wanna try vinegar.

You wanna try keeping that out of my business.

( Dodger laughs ) Tell Nancy meet me at Cripples, two bells sharp.

Soap?

Then he wanted me to knock on Nancy's to tell her to meet him later.

Follow him, see what he's up to.

Make sure you keep out of sight.

Let's see your pickin's then, what you got?

The hat's mine!

Take this to Sir Leicester Dedlock, and hurry.

Oops, excuse me!

What the eye doesn't see... My usual, Mr.

Wegg.

Whoa, up you go.

What's your name?

Tim, sir.

How do you do, Tim?

My name's Bucket.

It's a funny name, isn't it?

King of the castle, eh?

Oh lovely, lovely wedding, Emily.

Your Martha looked a picture.

Worth the wait.

How are the newlyweds?

Their first day of married life at the Bagnets.

You dropped this, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Good lad.

Good lad.

Honest young man you've got here.

Takes after his father.

Marseilles!

Somethin' changed about you, Bill?

No.

You've had a wash, yeah, and a comb.

And you smell, clean, like a proper gent.

You coming, girl?

Mr.

Compeyson?

My apologies for being unable to meet with you yesterday.

Perhaps you'll call again?

Perhaps.

My favorites.

How like you to remember, Matthew.

Does Mr.

Compeyson still show an interest in the brewery?

What he says and what he does are two very different things.

Marseilles.

This brandy was stolen on the same night Jacob Marley was murdered.

Any suspects?

Couple of dockers, but they had alibis for Christmas Eve, sir.

Find out if Silas Wegg has ever troubled us.

Small favor, Mrs.

Gamp.

If that inspector comes sniffin' around again, tell him I ain't here.

Where will you be?

Here.

Only don't tell him that.

If anyone asks, we're out of brandy.

Silas?

Might a small favor go with a small reward?

Ta very much, kind sir.

What's all this in aid of?

There's no reason why we can't have ourselves a picnic.

If I didn't know better, I'd say you was tryin' to impress me.

Don't be daft.

There's a sight I never thought I'd set eyes on-- Bill Sikes blushing!

Shut up and drink your ale, girl.

That's it, sir, that's the loan paid back, every last penny of it.

Hmm, well, I'm overwhelmed.

It's, uh, it's most generous of you to return the money that you stole from me, Cratchit.

I apologize, sir.

You think that rights your wrong, do you?

I didn't say that, sir.

Then allow me to say it for you, Cratchit.

Such a treacherous act will not go unpunished.

As to what that punishment should be... I haven't decided yet.

You were out early.

I had something of the utmost importance to attend to.

Voila!

Papa!

You spoil us!

How can we afford such luxury?

They're glazed fruits, not gold scepters.

I know, but-- The stock is on its way.

Mr.

Jaggers has confirmed it.

But Papa, I... But nothing, Frances.

Now, you see here, and here.

If you turn these up, they form something called a smile.

Try it.

Look at you.

You become more like a vagrant every day.

Oh, dear Arthur!

What a joy to see you again.

Cousin.

Such sad news about your father.

I was so very fond of him.

How did you know I was here?

I've come to see Mr.

Compeyson.

I hadn't realized you two were friends.

Our paths crossed at my club.

You wish to see me?

If you'll allow me to buy you a drink, perhaps you'll tell me what your interest in Miss Havisham's brewery is.

Bill Sikes ain't the sort to partake of a picnic.

- A whatnic?

- Picnic.

What's it mean?

It means Sikes is up to something, my dear.

I have a legacy to invest, although I should add your cousin's brewery isn't my only avenue of interest.

If it were to become so, what returns would you expect?

With respect, Mr.

Pocket, if I wish to discuss my investments, I'd prefer do it with the person in charge.

- You're talking to him.

- What?

Your sister has persuaded me to delay my travels to America to help her with the brewery.

But you don't know the first thing about running a brewery.

I don't claim to, but Amelia has already been showing me the ropes.

ARTHUR: Father's barely cold in the grave, and already it seems like she's quite the expert.

She doesn't want to let him down, Arthur.

And although the business means everything to her, so do you.

It's true.

She wants you to come home.

I have little reason to return, even less now.

Well, this is an excellent opportunity for me to ask you about the business, instead of me bothering Miss Havisham.

More drinks?

No.

No, I'm fine.

I insist.

I'm only too grateful for your advice.

( knocking on door ) We're expecting visitors?

I invited Sir Leicester for afternoon tea.

Sir Leicester?

Miss Barbary.

Mr.

Barbary.

Please.

Your sister is conspicuous by her absence.

She's due home from the shop any minute.

James!

Um, I wanted to ask you something.

The answer's yes.

You don't know what I'm going to ask yet.

Whatever it is, yes, yes, yes.

There's an old saying.

The truer the love line, the longer the love lasts.

And I can see that your love for one very lucky man will last... ...forever.

What trade are you in, Barbary?

Textiles.

Textiles?

Oh, fascinating.

HONORIA: Where's Father, Rose?

- I've brought a visitor to see him.

- Do excuse me.

Captain Hawdon?

He's come to meet Father.

I'm afraid he's unwell.

Well, he seemed fine before.

I know, but trust me, now is not a good time.

I'm quite concerned.

I can see him when he's in better spirits.

- No, but-- - Just go to him.

Until tomorrow.

I'll explain later, but for now... - Father?

- FRANCES: We have a visitor.

It's an honor to make to meet you again, Miss Honoria.

Likewise, Sir Leicester.

If I may say, Miss Honoria, you have... a fine color, despite toiling all day in a dress shop.

Oh.

I do hope you find time for deserved recreation.

On Sundays, yes.

After attending church, of course.

My offer to you and your sister to ride at Chesney Wold still stands.

I'm sure we'll act on your kind offer soon, won't we, sister?

If we're able to.

Would you excuse me, Sir Leicester?

I must ... change.

As I say, Pocket, I can't be certain where I'll invest next, but one thing is certain.

Miss Havisham is fortunate to have a man like you to help steer the ship.

You've only known me for a few hours.

Well, in that time, I can see you're a good man.

Honest.

True.

More drinks!

We haven't finished these yet, Arthur.

Come on, Pocket.

Drink up.

Don't tell me there's a lily-liver among us?

Three large whiskeys, please, and, uh ... - Keep the change.

- Thanks.

I owe you an apology, Compeyson.

About what?

Miss Havisham.

She's very dear to me.

She's also an extremely wealthy young woman, and there are certain men who'd take advantage of that fact.

You think I'm such a man?

I had to be certain of your motives.

That's why I came to see you.

And do you trust me now?

I'm relieved to say, yes, I do.

Then you're a fool, Pocket.

Sorry?

Of course I intend to seduce Miss Havisham, and steal her entire fortune, every last penny of it.

You had me there, Compeyson!

Hook, line and sinker!

Silas Wegg was charged with assault two years ago.

A drunk tried to rob him as he slept.

He split the man's head open.

Didn't use a cosh, did he?

In a manner.

His wooden leg.

Where do you think you're going, Cratchit?

What's this, my turtle dove?

The letter to the Board, from you.

Sign.

I appear to have invited Mr.

Gradgrind to dinner.

How clever of you, Bumble.

And, and it seems he's going to have a "feast fit for a king"?

Ingenious!

See, you can be intelligent when I put your mind to it.

Sign!

Mr.

Wegg about?

Oh, wait there, Inspector.

There was something he told me not to tell you.

No, sorry.

It's... gone.

Off somewhere, Mr.

Wegg?

How is it that you're in possession of cognac stolen from the vessel, the Saint Marie, which docked here on Christmas Eve?

Ahh, the pain, terrimenjous, it is.

Ow, the agony of it!

Perhaps you'd be more comfortable in the station?

I bought it off a froggy sailor.

I never knew it was snide!

- Where?

- The docks.

So you were at the docks the night Jacob Marley was murdered?

A man you were indebted to.

What's that got to do with brandy?

Did Marley see you with it?

Perhaps you thought he'd report you.

You panicked and lashed out at him.

It wouldn't be the first time you've used violence, would it?

Pa's late.

Hello, hello.

- Hooray, he's back!

- Oh, you got me!

I've kept your food warm.

- Good news or bad?

- Bad.

He wants me to work late, every night, for the same money.

What's the good news?

I still have a job.

My sister's delighted with your visit, Sir Leicester.

She hides her delight very well.

She's extremely shy in betraying her emotions with a gentleman as distinguished as you.

So I would not make a fool of myself, were I to pursue an interest?

She'd be thrilled to see you again, sir.

Good night.

For the last time, I am marrying Captain Hawdon, and that is the end of it.

What kind of marriage will you have to a penniless soldier, compared to one with a wealthy baronet?

A kind I fear you'll never know.

A happy one.

Right, well, if that's all... It isn't.

You've only given me half a statement.

That's all I can remember.

Perhaps a night in the cells might jog your memory.

I did see Marley... briefly, and he wasn't alone.

Who was with him?

Gent.

Distinguished sort.

Seemed him and Marley had some sort of a set to.

Don't know what about.

Left 'em to it.

Any other details about this gent?

Well, it was dark, but as he passes me, I sees something glint in the dim glow of a lamp.

I remember now.

What was it?

A badge, flower shaped.

Reddish hue, I believe.

And Marley said a name, Barney?

Barnaby or something?

Barnaby?

Hold up, no, not tonight.

Well, I have to.

You know I do.

Here.

Don't want it crumpled.

Gent gave it me.

Proper surprise and all, 'cause he ain't the sort to give a girl a rose.

Maybe you don't know him as well as you think.

I should go.

Ah!

A game of three and one before you do.

Whoever downs the most wins the money.

On the count of three.

One, two, three.

I'm out.

I'm out.

After you.

You, you can pull out, Pocket.

Just say the word.

Pour.

One, two, three!

Bravo, cousin!

Damn you, sir.

Bravo.

Fair play.

How about we double it with a game of dares?

Well, that's if you're up to it, Pocket?

More than up to it!

Barbary.

Might we be seeing more of Sir Leicester?

Perhaps.

If he has good reason to visit again.

Oh, then I'm certain we will.

There's another gentleman who'd very much like to meet you.

Providing nothing prevents him from doing so.

Captain Hawdon.

With your blessing, of course.

If it makes you happy, then you have it.

You don't have to go through with this, Pocket.

No, no, no, I am a man of my word.

I accepted a dare, so a dare it is.

Good man.

Your choice.

Anything.

Anything?

You're both insane.

Heads.

You first, Compeyson.

Go on, Compeyson, old chap.

Ready, Pocket?

Ready!

Ah!

Ah!

Help!

Help!

Compeyson!

Compeyson!

ARTHUR: Help him, Compeyson!

Compeyson!

I don't know what to say.

Another second... You scared us out of our wits, Pocket.

You saved my life.

I can't thank you enough.

The least I could do.

( pounding on door ) COMPEYSON: Havisham!

Havisham!

( pounding continues ) Arthur!

I know you're there!

You're going to need new breeches if you're going to impress Mr.

Gradgrind when he comes over for dinner next week.

Yes, dear.

You know, Bumble, life sometimes deals us such cruel blows.

Surely we two hard-working, good Christian souls deserve better.

Our reward will be in heaven, my sweet.

If you manage to persuade Mr.

Gradgrind that you are worthy of promotion, you might find reward enough here on Earth.

Is Mr.

Barbary at home, miss?

He's gone to church with my sister.

Can I give him a message?

No message.

Thank you.

Oh, James!

What happened?

- I walked into a fist.

- Oh!

Mr.

Wegg?

I'm glad I caught you.

You can make a donation to the local ragged school.

About the same amount as the cost of a crate of brandy.

Four sovs?

Daylight robbery!

There you are then, like for like.

Silas?

Nah.

Someone got out of bed the wrong side this mornin'.

Someone wishes he hadn't got out of bed at all.

Sore?

Not as sore as the chap who lost.

I took him for every penny.

Well, I was going to ask you to meet Father, but you can't see him like this.

He'll think the man I'm going to marry is a gambling, drunken, street fighter.

This man sounds like a terrible influence.

I don't know why you stay with him.

Hmm, the thought had crossed my mind several times.

He's unreliable.

He's unpredictable.

Unashamed.

I'll see you after Bible class.

A wonderful service, as always, vicar.

I do so enjoy a rousing, ♪ All things bright and beautiful ♪ You know what this means, don't you?

A new waistcoat?

A thinner Bumble!

Until the dinner with Mr.

Gradgrind, not a piece of pie, a crumb of cake nor a morsel of muffin shall pass your lips.

- It was a lovely service.

- Thank you so much.

Compeyson!

Pocket!

Miss Havisham.

Are you recovered after last night?

Yes, thank you.

Recovered from what?

I'm afraid I persuaded your cousin to drink more than perhaps he should have.

You were drunk?

- A little.

- My fault entirely.

You hardly put a pistol to my head.

Perhaps Mr.

Compeyson could join us for Sunday lunch.

If it suits him.

And Arthur, of course.

If you can rouse him.

He was dead to the world when I called earlier.

You, cousin.

Drunk!

I had no idea you had it in you.

I am a man of many secrets and hidden depths.

Dear Matthew, you're far too honest to conceal anything from anyone.

I do apologize for this intrusion on the Sabbath, sir.

Inspector Bucket of the Detective.

Yes, I saw you in church, or rather, heard you.

You're a fine baritone, Inspector.

Oh, bless you, sir.

And you're an excellent tenor.

I daresay I'm not the first to pass comment on it.

Well, uh, now that you mention it, no.

Good for the soul, singing, don't you find?

Indeed.

Forgive me for admiring this portrait, Mr.

Barbary.

Most impressive.

Tell me, the flower in the lady's brooch, would it be a geranium?

My late wife's favorite.

I'm no horticulturist myself, but Mrs.

Bucket is a keen gardener.

You wear something similar, if I'm not mistaken.

A badge, yes.

Why do you ask?

A gentleman wearing such an item and matching your description was seen down by the dock side on Christmas Eve.

The night Jacob Marley was murdered.

A witness saw you having an altercation with the murder victim, a man you owed money to.

Mr.

Marley had his wallet stolen, and only two days later, Mr.

Scrooge has confirmed you paid off part of your debt.

Perhaps you could tell me where you found the money that enabled you to do this?

Such was my financial desperation, I was forced to sell my late wife's engagement ring.

I burn with the shame of my betrayal of her.

I used the money from the sale to pay a part of my debt.

This debt was the cause of your altercation with Mr.

Marley?

He increased the interest on it three-fold as a penalty for a late payment.

He appeared to take great pleasure in my plight, which... angered me.

What time would this be?

Possibly 8:00 or 9:00.

You can't be more precise?

No, I'm afraid I can't.

The ring, who did you sell it to?

I'd heard about this nefarious character operating at the docks.

And he certainly lived down to his reputation.

Arch, obsequious, avaricious.

Typical of his type, I imagine.

Nancy.

How much you want for her?

Depends how much you're attached to her.

I'd say a great deal, what with taking her for a picnic and such like.

There's five pounds there.

Very droll, Bill, very droll.

Fifty.

Devil take you, Fagin, 'cause if he don't, I will!

I only have Nancy's best interests at heart.

That is my offer, take it or leave it.

Father?

What's happened?

Diamond cluster, very nice piece, as I recall.

Then what happened?

He went his way, I went mine.

You told me you came straight here from the pub.

You made no mention of meeting anyone at the docks that night.

Why should I?

It was just a bit of business.

A bit of business where a murder happened to take place, and you were there.

A coincidence, Inspector, nothing more, nothing less.

( footsteps approaching ) ( knocking on door ) POCKET: Arthur?

Cousin!

Thank God it's you!

Who were you expecting?

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Anywhere.

As far away from here as possible.

Why?

I've made a dreadful mistake.

This is all... it's all a mess.

It's all a complete mess.

What is?

I've got myself into a situation with someone that I can't see a way out of.

Well, with whom?

Do you want me to speak with this person?

ARTHUR: God, no, you don't know what he's like.

He's a monster.

The devil!

Who is?

A name, Arthur.

- What's his name?

- It's... Pocket?

I didn't know you were here.

I see you've had better luck in waking Arthur than I did.

Good God, man, you look terrible!

Arthur's in a spot of trouble, Compeyson.

With whom, Arthur?

Oh, no.

Don't tell me.

Is it that fiend of a moneylender?

Scrooge!

That was it.

Oh, my dear Arthur, what did I tell you, huh?

Never get involved with these people.

Allow me to settle your debt, whatever it takes.

Well, that's very decent of you, Compeyson.

Isn't it, Arthur?

I've asked Compeyson to Satis House for Sunday lunch.

Please say you'll join us.

Amelia would love to see you, and then perhaps you can get this dreadful character out of your mind.

Excellent idea.

Wouldn't you say?

Yes.

Excellent.

Lunch at 1:00.

Of course.

How quickly you forget how low you were when your father's will was read.

The day will come when you can't thank me enough.

You stand to profit too.

I'm not the one who's desperate to claw back his dignity though, am I?

Am I?

Just remember, I know your secret.

Oh!

Oh!

God bless us and save us, Inspector, you scared the wits out of me!

I hadn't realized my appearance was so unsettling.

What with a murderer on the loose, I'm a bundle of nerves.

See?

Perhaps you need something to steady you.

Yeah.

Catchin' the killer, that'd do it!

We're doing everything we can, I assure you.

Yeah, well, in the meantime, I'm gonna take your advice and make do with a shot of gin.

Cuckoo!

Silas?

You got no home to go to, Mrs.

Gamp?

We're closed.

I come to see about that leg of yours.

And I don't want to spend any more time at home than I have to.

I don't feel safe there anymore.

Last night, I lay awake all night long and I said to myself, "Sairey, you know what you should do?

You should take a leaf out of Silas's book."

What leaf?

Well, here you are, cool as a cowcumber, and not a care that you're dispoged to vulnerability; all on your own, all night long.

Just like me.

I've managed alone all these years, so no reason I shan't continue in the same manner.

Well I, I hope you do, deary.

I hope the same fate don't befall you as befell some poor wretch only the other day.

What fate?

Oooh!

I might need a Dutch courage to tell such a tale.

Better make it a double Dutch.

- ( barking ) - Jip, stop that!

Mary, could you take him?

( barking and growling ) If only he could talk, he may explain why he barks at the man who rescued him.

If only.

To Mr.

Compeyson, without whom some of us literally wouldn't be here.

Mr.

Compeyson.

There's someone else I'd like to toast.

Someone who's unaware how much he means to me.

Because I tell him all too rarely.

So I'd like to tell him now that I'm proud to have him back here at Satis House.

As it should be.

As I hope it always will be.

To Arthur.

To Arthur.

Now that you've spoken with Mr.

Fagin, I trust this is the end of the matter?

I'm afraid not, sir.

- Although Mr.

F... - FRANCES: Papa?

My daughter is fully aware of the situation, Inspector.

I wish nothing else to be kept from her.

Please continue.

Very well, sir.

Although Mr.

Fagin has confirmed what you've told me, he's hardly a reliable witness.

Would you say that I'm a reliable witness, Inspector?

What proof do you need to persuade you of my father's innocence?

Something that places him here between 9:00 and half past 10:00 on Christmas Eve.

Some carol singers came to the door.

I didn't want to encourage them, but Father insisted on giving them money.

You seem like a good Christian young lady, Miss Barbary, but, forgive me, while I was at Mr.

Fagin's, you could have entered this information in order to corroborate your father's story.

But the ink is bone dry, faded, exactly as the other entries.

Perhaps you could speak to the carol singers.

They're from the local Sunday School.

They'll vouch for him.

I may just do that, miss.

My dear Frances, if ever I accuse you again of parsimony, you have my full permission to chastise me.

You've hardly said a word since you arrived.

Arthur, please, I thought we were friends again.

( laughter ) I believe you've come to know Mr.

Compeyson quite well.

Well enough, from the few times our paths have crossed.

Why?

Can I trust his interest in the brewery is genuine?

He's told me he sees it as a great opportunity.

So I'd be foolish to spurn him?

Arthur?

I can trust him?

Completely.

These are based on initial ideas Amelia and I have discussed.

If you'd cast a look.

Impressive.

I'm glad you think so.

I meant your act.

Act?

I don't follow.

It's not the brewery you're interested in.

It's Miss Havisham.

You're in love with her.

Forgive me, Pocket.

I, I didn't mean to embarrass you.

Is it so obvious?

To me it is; not to her.

No matter how many roof tops you risk your life leaping across, she sees you as nothing more than her little dog, a loyal, faithful friend.

But... that can change.

You can change it.

How?

Who is it she's looked up to most in her life?

Her father.

And was it not his intention for you to travel the world, become a self-made man?

It was.

Then become that man.

Go to America, make your fortune.

Prove yourself to her.

You'll return as a man who has worked his way up from nothing to become a success in his own right.

Then will she see you as so much more than good old cousin Matthew.

This poor fella struck with a misfortune like yourself.

He's on his way up the stairs to retire to bed, when he slips and falls to the bottom.

Slam!

Goes his head on the floor.

More a tale of misfortune than a tale of horror.

Oh no, Silas, no, that weren't the end of it.

He lays there all night long, helpless as a baby.

Next mornin', he comes round to find he's only got half his face left.

The other half has been gnawed away by rats.

And it was his good half and all.

No rats here, Mrs.

Gamp, so I'm safe as houses.

That's what this fella thought!

Rats are everywhere, every crook and nanny.

Look, see, see one watchin' us now.

Course, if you had a companion residing here, someone to watch over you, nurse you, feed you, such a terrible fate you wouldn't likely meet.

Well... Now me nerves are settled, I'll say ta-ta, deary.

Sleep well.

Here you are.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Arthur's still annoyed with me, I can tell, but at least he came, which seemed impossible a matter of weeks ago, thanks to you.

Amelia, I have-- No, let me say this.

I'm so happy you've agreed to help, Matthew.

Father always used to say you were the most loyal member of the family, and you've proved it.

How blessed I am to have two of the most faithful companions in the whole world.

Amelia, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for what I'm about to say.

I've decided to keep to my original plan to travel.

I don't understand.

I'm so sorry.

But we've made plans for the brewery.

You were so full of enthusiasm, and, and now you're leaving?

It is, after all, what your father intended for me.

Well, I know, but even so... If I can be half the man he was, then I'd be happy.

Making something of myself in America is the only way I can hope to achieve that.

Trust me, I'll return a better man.

A richer man.

A man who I hope, one day, will prove worthy of your respect.

( scratching sound ) ( loud snoring ) What are you doing?

Removing the threat to our plan.

( yells ) Mr.

Compeyson, I'm mortified!

- I'm fine, really.

- Should I fetch a doctor?

I really am all right, Miss Havisham.

Besides, we don't want to make Pocket miss his train.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Your father gave this to me when I was nine.

He said it would bring me good luck.

No, I couldn't.

No, keep it until I return, and then perhaps it will bring both of us luck.

Go home, Arthur, where you belong.

For me.

Be assured, Pocket, I shall take great care of her.

You don't have to go, Arthur.

Now that we're alone, Miss Havisham... your cousin asked me to keep a protective eye on you, in his absence.

I'm sure he meant well, Mr.

Compeyson.

I assure you, I require no such protection.

( laughs ) That's precisely what I told him.

Forgive the late hour, Mr.

Barbary.

I was about to retire, unless you'd care for a nightcap?

Thank you, no, though you may need a stiff drink when you learn why I'm here.

I've just received word from the agent.

It seems the ship left, but without your stock.

What?

The administrators came on board as she was about to sail and seized it.

All of it?

Every single roll of silk, cotton and hemp.

There's nothing left.

( door opens ) I can't seem to find Jip, miss.

I've searched everywhere.

Look again.

I'll come with you.

( dog whimpering ) And then there were none.

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