♪ Should auld acquaintance be forgot ♪ ♪ For the sake of... ♪ Oh.

Steady there, sir.

Steady, steady.

♪ My dear, for auld lang syne ♪ ♪ We'll take a cup of kindness yet ♪ I said you were not to go.

I said clearly.

I know what you said.

Ah, she loves you, Havisham.

She believed you when you said your argument was over.

Her step was lighter when she walked away.

She adores you.

I want to go to sleep.

I don't feel well.

Are you wavering?

Losing your nerve?

No!

Why did your father not leave it all to you?

I don't know.

Did you quarrel with him?

No.

Why were you crying?

I wasn't!

Why did your father stop loving you, Arthur?

Why?

What are your sister's plans tomorrow?

The fair.

The New Year's Day Fair.

She always goes with a friend.

Tell me about the friend.

I want to know everything about the friend.

You did not bring Marley's ledger to me as requested.

Sir, I didn't know you meant immediately.

Well, you should have said.

I would have dropped everything and rushed.

Nor did you tell me that Marley had decided to leave your partnership.

I didn't see it was relevant.

I decide what is relevant.

Why did he want to leave?

He didn't see fit to enlighten me as to the why.

It would be costly.

Division of assets.

Lawyers.

Indeed.

It would suit you for Marley to be dead.

It would suit a lot of people for Marley to be dead.

Following my dispute with him, I took my supper at the Three Cripples, then attended the Christmas Service at Mudfog Workhouse where I am a governor.

There are witnesses to my presence in both places.

I'm sure you have verified them.

Makes no odds where you were.

You're a rich man, you can pay others... ( floorboard squeaks ) It's just a warped board, Inspector.

When can I have that ledger back?

When I've examined every last page of it.

Do put a pan of hot coals on that back of yours, Inspector, won't you?

Good night.

God rot you, Jacob.

God rot your vicious soul.

Well, your shareholders know how to enjoy themselves.

Did Arthur come?

Yes.

And we are friends again.

Was he drinking?

Everyone was drinking, it was a party.

Honoria, I know how rude he has been to you, but he seemed much humbled, so when you see him, please be kind.

I'm only agreeing because I love you.

Now hurry up and dress, or we'll miss everything.

And will Captain Hawdon be joining us at the fair?

Of course.

Fancy your chances?

He's undefeated!

Is he?

Now where are you?

There you go, nice boy.

Here, look at that.

Want one of them.

Here you are, sir.

Good lad.

For Mr.

Venus.

At his earliest opportunity.

Bucket has dire need of him.

And another one.

All right, John?

Here you go.

- Look after it, won't you?

- Will do.

How'd she look this morning?

Martha?

She all right?

I can't tell you how the bride looks, can I?

- It's bad luck.

- Right.

Pin that in tight to your jacket, now.

Don't you go losing it.

Don't you go losing that ring, neither.

"To my beloved son Arthur, from his father, on his birthday."

Oh, how fickle and changeable is love, Bill.

Just give me my chinks.

They're worth twice that.

But the owner can be identified.

I can't move these on.

I must hold them, or the heat of the law will be upon us.

The law wouldn't be looking at us at all if you hadn't sent her round to Marley.

Nancy must work.

How else will she eat?

Have a roof over her head?

She must work.

She'd be under my roof.

You are a rich man now, Bill?

No.

When you are a rich man, then we will discuss terms.

What terms?

She goes where she pleases.

None of us do that, Bill.

May God smile on you, Christian lady.

WOMAN: Hurry up.

We need to get the church ready for the wedding.

A wedding.

And then they'll be at it, breedin' their parasitical spawn.

Remember our nuptials, madam.

A romantic day, was it not?

Honeyed kisses, breathless promises?

I remember those promises, Bumble.

You said you would raise us up above this filth, and you have not.

Sir, we are mired in this slurry, and you wallow like a happy pig!

Madam, I do my very best for my sweetest pudding-- It's not good enough, Bumble.

Raise us up, sir.

You go about it this very day, sir, or it'll be the worst for you.

How much for this one?

Queen's Cavalry stock pin.

Half a crown, sir.

- A shilling.

- That's not the price, sir.

Plenty of mirrors, sir, if you want to see how it looks.

Who makes these?

I do, madam.

Hawdon!

James Hawdon!

If a spine is a rope, yours has a bad hangman's knot, Inspector.

Onto the table with you.

What's cooking in that pot, Mr.

Venus?

Smells infernal.

Tiger's head.

The one that mauled its keeper up at the zoo.

I shall restore its majesty.

Don't hold your breath, sir.

You get a feeling for your beasts, Mr.

Venus?

I do, Inspector.

The bird's flight, the hare's dash, the leap of the salmon before the trap, the poison, the gun, the gaff.

I get a feeling for their freedom afore it is robbed.

And breathe.

( grunts ) Animals don't lie, I suppose.

Oh, they do.

Consider the jaguar.

How it crouches in the tree like a blameless shadow among the branches, but he is death, and he is remorseless.

Or they lie to avoid detection, pretend they are powerful, when they are weak as an unshelled chick.

You know what doesn't lie?

Money.

And I have the books.

I have 'em, and I will follow the money to Marley's killer.

He is hiding in those pages, but I am the trap, the poison, the gun, and the gaff.

I am Bucket of the Detective, and I will have my man!

Breathe out.

( shrieks, bones crunching ) Come on now, gents, all you sportsmen and pugilists.

Who's going to be the one to knock the champion to the canvas?

Who is going to try their luck?

Captain Hawdon!

Captain Hawdon!

Damn good to see you again.

Again?

Oh, Compeyson, Meriwether.

Captain as was, Queen's Cavalry.

Knightsbridge barracks, a regimental dinner.

We were really rather drunk.

That would explain my forgetfulness.

Compeyson, of course, do forgive me.

Oh, not at all.

It was something of a wild evening.

I have rather too many of those.

Honoria?

( laughing ) Feeling better, sir?

Mr.

Venus is a magician.

Here, fetch me a cup of coffee.

There's a good lad.

Sir Leicester, my father Edward Barbary.

Papa, Sir Leicester Dedlock, my neighbor when I was away from home.

And what grace and virtue your daughter brought to our county, sir, when she was with us.

- You do me too much kindness, Sir Leicester.

- MARY: Sir.

Please forgive me.

A small matter requires my attention.

Of course.

I brought these.

They may might be wrong.

You're under no obligation to eat them.

Macaroons!

My favorite.

Thank you.

As if spring had arrived.

Who makes these?

I do, Sir Leicester.

I see I must now add "artist" to your list of attributes, Miss Barbary.

Who's next then?

Come on now, lads!

What about you, sir?

You have left the Cavalry?

A death in the family.

I was needed to take charge of affairs.

I'm sorry.

Tell me, the Miss Barbary you couldn't stop talking about.

Ah, well, here she is now.

Is she Mrs.

Hawdon now?

Not yet.

And that's my fault, I missed a chance at promotion.

She doesn't know.

Are you married, Compeyson?

A bachelor.

Well, Miss Barbary has a friend that you might enjoy meeting.

I always enjoy meeting a lady.

Oh.

This is Meriwether Compeyson.

Miss Havisham and I are acquainted.

Then this is a chance to get to know each other better.

Well, I know Mr.

Compeyson considers women only good for parties, that's all I wish to know.

Good day to you, sir.

I will go.

Hawdon.

What a great pleasure.

We must dine, on me.

Miss Barbary, another time.

Amelia!

That is a friend of mine.

Then you have a poor choice of friends, Captain Hawdon.

Talk terms.

You don't owe Fagin nothing.

Poor lad.

Oh, his head'll be ringing.

I got ambitions, Nancy.

Gonna be the best cracksman in London.

Notorious.

Just leave.

Be me and you together.

I owe Fagin my life.

I'd be dead without him.

Who's next then?

Who's man enough to go toe-to-toe with the undefeated champion, Bruiser Jones?

I will.

Why could you not deal with Jaggers?

I prefer to be direct.

I am a gentleman.

I prefer discretion.

And that is why I lowered the blinds.

On a short-term loan, so you can release your stock from overseas-- One thousand pounds' worth of silk.

So what I request is insignificant.

No, no, it's still significant.

Damn you, sir.

Seventy pounds is all I require.

You should be grateful I would deign to bring my business to your door.

Oh, I consider myself much advanced simply by being in your presence.

Are you going to lend me this money or not?

I am.

Your house can stand as collateral.

Agreed.

I can't think what is keeping Papa.

Perhaps it's best that we're alone.

I wouldn't want others to hear this discourse which I am compelled to have, though I fear it breaches all etiquette, but I think we have an understanding, do we not?

I believe so, Sir Leicester.

I have always been a solitary man, dismissive of love, but that has changed, so suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a chance meeting has changed everything.

Oh, Sir Leicester.

Though I am not a young man, I am a good one.

Oh, yes, you are.

The very best of men.

I do not want to be lonely anymore.

Nor I. But Miss Honoria must have so many suitors vying for her hand.

Miss Barbary?

No, she doesn't, Sir Leicester.

Where was your meeting?

Mantalini's.

I accompanied my nieces.

The moment your sister appeared, I was entranced.

Spellbound.

My heart races now just recalling that moment.

I wonder if you might help.

Arrange an introduction between myself and Miss Honoria?

I will do everything I can for you, Sir Leicester.

You are a true friend.

- Where's Jip?

- He was here a moment ago.

Well, he's probably begging for sausages somewhere.

You know what he's like.

No, he never leaves me.

Jip, sweetheart?

Jip?

Jip?

- AMELIA: Jip?

- HAWDON: Jip?

HAWDON: Jip!

AMELIA: Jip?

Jip!

Jip!

Stop!

There's a dog!

Jip!

I was rude to you.

I am always rude when I am out of my depth, and I am out of my depth.

I could drown in you, Amelia.

Hawdon, I trust you will care for the ladies in their shock.

Miss Barbary.

Miss Havisham.

Now that is a true cavalryman.

Who has a poor choice of friends now?

You will tell her you have a fever, and must keep to your bed.

You will not see her until I say, and then, you will do exactly as I tell you.

You are giving me orders.

You do not dictate to me!

Why did your father stop loving you, Arthur?

Did he find out something about you?

I want a hot bath.

See to it.

WEGG: And good riddance!

Ah, the blushing groom.

Bob's waiting on you.

( snoring ) You're not drinking your ale, John, which you said you wanted, but I'm sat here, looking at the top of your head.

( screaming ) I will be the very best husband to Martha that I can be, and the very best son-in-law to you and Mrs.

Cratchit, and the very best brother to all the little 'uns, and when the time comes, the very best father too.

I cross my heart to it.

That's... that's what I wanted to say.

Well, that's a declaration and a half, John.

Thank you.

Going to put me smart jacket on now.

Good man.

Welcome to the family, and I'll see you at the church.

Was my lady wife here?

Sergeant, assemble the constables.

Yes, sir.

I have you!

( bells tolling ) Ring.

- How many times?

- Just want to be sure.

Dad?

Oh, Martha.

You look beautiful.

Darlin', what's the matter?

Just one day, just for one day, I'd like to have pretty hands.

They're all rough and horrible, and scuffed and raw and not pretty, and just for one day, I'd like to have pretty hands.

And they're not.

Do you know what I see?

I see your mother's hands, and just like her, you hold up the sky for us lesser mortals so it don't fall on our heads.

You can't hold up the sky without getting a few bumps and scrapes, now, can you?

You are a daily blessing, sweetheart, and there has not been a moment since you were born that I ain't walked on air, because my daughter is Martha Cratchit.

Martha Bagnet.

Not if we don't get to that church.

Ready then?

Yes, Dad.

I'm ready.

Bob Cratchit... I'm arresting you for the murder of Jacob Marley.

- What's he on about?

- BUCKET: Come along now.

It's a mistake, a stupid mistake.

It's got to be.

- I'll get Ma!

- No!

No, no!

Please, please.

Please, it is her wedding day.

Now, now, don't you worry, love.

I will settle this somehow, and I'll be back here to walk you up the aisle.

Promise?

Promise.

MARTHA: Pa!!

So what now?

What are you going to do?

I'll be needing a clean shirt.

Yes, of course.

On Christmas Eve, your employer, Mr.

Jacob Marley, was murdered between the hours of 9:00 and 10:30.

Could you tell me where you were at that hour?

Out walking.

Walking?

Looking to see if the market had left anything behind.

I hadn't taken home what I'd hoped, you see.

- Oh?

- ( clears throat ) Thank you.

My wages had been docked by Mr.

Marley.

Two shillings.

Did Mr.

Marley explain why he did that?

He said my work wasn't up to scratch.

Wasn't it?

That's what he said.

That must have made you very angry, Bob.

Yes.

This walk of yours... did you encounter anyone?

Exchange the season's greetings?

Not that I remember.

No one at all?

Think, Bob.

This puts us in a very difficult position, with no one to vouch for your whereabouts at the time Mr.

Marley was murdered.

A man you had good reason to be angry with, that very same day.

You see my dilemma?

I suppose, and yes, I was angry with him for docking my wages, but why would you think I would murder him?

There was a loan, shown here in Jacob Marley's ledger, for the sum of one pound, eighteen shillings and sixpence.

A loan, to you.

I say "was," because some time after Mr.

Marley's death, that very same entry had been crossed out by another hand.

Yours, I take it?

I hope we ain't missed all the good seats.

Yeah, well, if we do, we know why, don't we?

I told you to hurry up!

EMILY: Thanks for coming.

And in his journal, Mr.

Marley had made an entry for the evening he was killed, suggesting an arranged meeting perhaps?

Just an initial...

"C."

Cratchit?

Where are they?

Martha will just be wanting to make an entrance.

( bell tolling ) The Department of the Detective that I represent, Bob, has one very clear purpose-- to reveal the perpetrator of this murder by establishing the motive for it, and the opportunity to carry it out.

The loan you have erased from the ledger gives me a motive, while the entry of "C" in the victim's journal, added to your uncorroborated Christmas Eve walk, provides the opportunity.

It's enough for a court to convict.

I did not kill Mr.

Marley!

I make no judgment on the rights or wrongs of it, Bob.

My investigation leaves me in no doubt as to the nature of Jacob Marley, and I can only imagine the strain of trying to provide for a family at Christmas, under the weight of a loan you couldn't afford.

No one would blame a man for buckling under the burden of all that.

When my Emily was expecting Martha, we were trying to get our own place, but we didn't have the money.

So she pressed her mother's garnet necklace into my hand, watched me pawn it.

So you see, that loan was to buy her another necklace, to thank her for being the best wife and mother a man could ever hope for.

There's no shame in a man protecting his family, Bob.

No shame at all.

But a murder is a murder, and the evidence I have is damning.

I'm sorry.

Wait!

Wait!

You need to fetch Mr.

Scrooge, ask him to bring my ledger.

A gentleman for you, Miss.

Mr.

Compeyson.

Oh.

Shall I show him in then?

Yes, of course.

Yes, miss.

Mr.

Compeyson, miss.

Thank you, Mary, that will be all.

( barks ) Jip.

How can I-- Please.

I must speak.

Um, there are things I had... I need to say.

I owe you an apology.

I should never have spoken as I did.

Should never have used those words, and I can only beg your forgiveness.

There's no need to apologize.

You're too gracious, madam.

Such behavior in a gentleman is quite insupportable, and it will never happen again.

Now, should I be any possible use in your business affairs, do feel at liberty to call upon me.

( pained groan ) Well, someone needed to put some fire in you, Bumble.

I'm all eagerness to please, my angel.

You're all prattle and chatter, all talk and no action.

Act, Bumble, act!

Make me proud.

Earn my gratitude.

And how might you show it, my sweet?

Just write the letter, Bumble.

Win the Board, raise us up.

Gain the position we deserve, and who knows where it may lead.

SCROOGE: You think that I've got nothing better to do than to trod along over here with you during business hours!

Well, Inspector, you may have plenty of time to waste but I-- Cratchit, what are you doing here?

So it was you, was it?

The worm turned and did for old Jacob, eh?

The latest entry, sir.

You'll see it.

What are you talking about?

What... On whose authorization?!

Mr.

Marley made me the loan, sir.

And you thought to renegotiate terms without the agreement of the surviving partner?

Then you must surely have consulted with Jacob Marley's ghost.

Hmm?

Is that it?

I just needed a month's grace.

What exactly has he done?

Cratchit has taken it upon himself, to move his debt from Marley's ledger to his own, reducing the immediate burden, and amortizing it over a lengthier term.

Reducing what he owes?

Hmm.

Increasing it, in fact, by a sparing margin.

It seemed right.

Right?

What do you know of right?

Jacob Marley had to be dead in order for you to do this.

Well, if you think you have your man, Inspector, snap his neck and be quick about it.

I'll have to go about finding, and training, a new clerk.

What's keeping her?

If I knew that.

Keep him calm, keep everyone calm.

How do I do that?

Summat's definitely up.

I've got to get Martha to the church.

You must know that's not going to happen.

Mr.

Scrooge told you I never stole-- He also took great pains to point out that Mr.

Marley had to be dead for you to change the books, and that any further alteration could only be to avoid discovery.

I didn't kill him.

There is nothing more I can say.

All that matters now is Martha, and she is alone on her wedding day, and I made her a promise.

A father's promise to his little girl.

That is sacred.

I can see you are a good man.

If you have any doubt, any doubt at all, please let me keep my promise.

After that, well, I give you my word, I will be back here.

You can do your worst.

She's not coming, is she?

Why is she not coming?

( bell tolling ) - ( door opens ) - Ma.

Why are you still here?

He promised he'd be back.

What's going on?

Where's your father?

- The police came.

- ( door closes ) - They took him.

- Why?

Just a few questions about Mr.

Marley's business.

What sort of questions?

Nothing you need worry about.

Not today of all days.

I promised, didn't I?

All right, come on, love.

Let's get you to the church.

What could it mean?

That he never actually meant it?

So you like him now?

He did say he was out of his depth.

He could be scared.

Well, do you want to see him again?

Yes.

Then you know what to do.

Take matters into my own hands.

Boy!

Don't turn around.

She's here?

You still got the ring?

- Yes.

- Okay.

FANNY: Look at that dress.

It's not the best color, is it?

It drains her.

Washes her out.

I think she looks lovely.

Well, you don't have my eye, do you?

Just one thing missing.

Your something borrowed.

Right, you get in, love.

We'll be right behind you.

Pa, before... Oh, like I said, a mistake.

We're here now, aren't we?

That's all that matters.

( organ begins playing "Here Comes the Bride" ) I'm so proud of you.

Not sure I completely understand this detecting of yours, Mr.

Bucket.

You have your man, yet let him walk away.

He gave me his word, Mr.

Venus.

Surely, he'd say anything to spare the noose and the dance for all to see.

You trust him?

I wouldn't exactly say that.

Well, then, why take the risk?

You pity him?

More than that.

There's something about him, something honest.

An honest killer.

Jacob Marley was, by all reports, a bad man.

His killer could well be a good one.

And this you can tell from the evidence?

I can make a strong case, but this invites me to be circumspect.

And will you follow your nose or the evidence?

Without an alibi, I have no choice.

It's not looking good for him.

I promise you this.

I will always work hard, and I won't waste money, and I'll save, and then, one day, I'll have enough, enough money to buy you a watch.

And then you'd need never, ever be that late again.

I do love you.

I know.

It will be you next.

But why would you say that?!

Because it needed to be said.

You were doing so well.

Have a little faith, Arthur.

Faith?

You've ruined it.

She'll not want to see you now.

A note from Miss Havisham, sir.

Oh, thank you.

A moment, please.

Course, mister.

I am invited to discuss my investment in the Havisham Brewery.

Tonight!

Table.

Keep walking.

Not a drop of gin.

The Cripples then?

Yeah.

Just, just one thing, Fan.

I, uh, I seem to have mislaid me purse.

Yeah, well, don't think I'll be standing you drinks all night!

No.

A bit of quiet, please.

ALL: Speech!

Oh, I suppose, as the father of the bride... Well, this is just the beginning for the two of you.

What's to come won't be easy.

It'll be hard, it'll be cold, but there's one thing that keeps you warm.

Gets you through it.

- That's each other.

- MAN: Right.

Bound together.

Soon you'll have your own little 'uns.

Maybe even your own little girl.

And you'll hold her in your arms, terrified you'll drop her.

And then, one day, well, she's not your little girl anymore.

She's all grown up, so pretty, and your heart'll go again.

And you're giving her away, the proudest pa in the whole wide world.

And you wonder where all the time went.

All those years.

So, so remember.

Always... hold on to those moments, every hour, every day.

To the bride and groom!

ALL: Bride and groom!

He's coming.

Something is in the air.

Even Frances has an admirer.

Miss Havisham, Honoria.

There you are.

I have the honor of presenting Sir Leicester Dedlock, a gentleman in whose charming company I spent many a happy hour while I was in the country.

You flatter me, Miss Barbary.

I rather think it was your presence that brightened our days.

Might we join you ladies?

Oh, I must be going, I'm afraid.

I have a business meeting to prepare for.

Good luck.

Thank you.

I seen the same thing with old Mr.

Wemmick.

Grey, it was, like death.

He lost the leg, of course.

Well, I warned him, did he listen?

They never do, do they?

I mean, I've tried my best.

Maybe Mr.

Wegg has no need of his other leg.

I suppose, if you've the time, there's no harm in you taking another look, is there?

Oh?

So long as it ain't no impogician.

Step right this way if you would, Mrs.

Gamp.

I think you'll be most appreciative, my cherry blossom.

Is this the best you can do, Bumble?

Ramblings, meanderings.

Some element of circumlocution, my honey pot, is why-- Such shaky, spidery scrawl.

How is that meant to impress?

How is that meant to elevate?!

( stammering ) Perhaps it's the weight of expectation, my pudding.

I can only do my best.

Your best is never good enough, is it, Bumble?

You offer hope of satisfaction, but once again, I'm left to minister to my own needs.

I'd better get this back where it belongs before I break it.

Now, what can I do?

You, my girl, can tell me where your father is, and what's really been going on.

This gives me no pleasure, Bob.

I see that, Inspector.

And, well, considering everything you've been very decent.

( cell door slams ) Oh?

Look away, Silas.

This ain't gonna be pretty.

Keep looking away.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, mortification!

Oh God, I'm not going to lose it, am I?

I can't lose it!

Don't worry, Silas.

You've got me, ain't you?

I know what I'm doing.

What will you need?

It's dirty work, you know, turns the stomach.

Perhaps a little gin before I start?

And Fanny could use one too.

EMILY: I need to see the inspector now!

Look, I'm not going anywhere until you get me the inspector.

Calm down, madam.

You get me the inspector, do you hear me?!

Mrs.

Cratchit.

Where is he?

You can't think that Bob done this!

I have ample evidence, motive and opportunity, madam, and your husband has no alibi for the time Mr.

Marley was killed.

He was at home with me.

By his own admission, not all night.

He went out, but he was, he was back by 9:00.

I'd just brought the coal in, and I heard the bells chime.

When's he supposed to have killed Mr.

Marley?

Between 9:00 and half past 10:00.

Well, he can't have, then, can he?

Apparently not, if I'm to believe your word, the word of a wife.

You have to.

He's a good man, he's a kind man.

There's no violence in him.

He's never raised a hand, not even his voice, in all our years.

My husband isn't a murderer!

Madam, there's a caller for you.

Thank you, Mary.

We'll be seeing more of Sir Leicester then?

Definitely.

A man of his means and influence makes an ideal suitor.

You're sure of his interest?

Certain.

He's eager to call on you officially, and discuss the matter with Papa.

- Me?!

- Of course.

I have my duties, and you have yours.

It's an ideal match, and he has a genuine affection for you.

Yes, but James-- Is wholly unsuitable.

His prospects are as poor as his character.

His hoped-for promotion a fantasy.

Sir Leicester's wealth and connections will prove invaluable in restoring our name and interests to their rightful state.

His timely arrival can only be the work of providence.

Better go before I change my mind.

Mr.

Compeyson!

Miss Havisham.

This is my dear cousin, Matthew Pocket, just returned from his travels.

Sir.

I heard the sad news of Mr.

Havisham, and came as soon as I could.

How fortunate for your cousin.

Mr.

Pocket is my oldest friend.

You could say he's my North Star.

We have much to discuss.

I know we were supposed to meet, I'm sorry.

Think nothing of it.

Another time.

Mr.

Pocket.

( Jip barking ) ♪ Home, home ♪ ♪ Home, sweet home ♪ ♪ There's no place like home, no ♪ ♪ There's no place like home ♪ Where did you two get to then?

What's this?

The necklace.

Nell opened up so I could sell it.

Oh, but-- No.

It was a lovely thought, but I won't be in debt to Scrooge, not for baubles.

So... another name off your list, Mr.

Bucket?

It suits my purpose for now, Mr.

Venus, that's all.

His wife just lied to give him an alibi, and that's rather interesting.

Let Bob Cratchit enjoy the moment.

I have him in my sights, and if he is Jacob Marley's killer... You will have your man!

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