- MRS: BUMBLE: Murdered?!

- MRS.

GAMP: Yes.

Did you hear that, Bumble?

Murdered.

Yes, my dear, terrible business.

A moneylender murdered.

Not two streets away.

This is what you meant, is it, Bumble, when you promised my father to keep me in the style to which I'd become accustomed?

Was it?

No, my sweet.

That was a pledge I made some 20 years ago.

Life, Bumble.

"Till death us do part" was the vow, as I recall.

Or perhaps that's what you want, is that it?

You want me to be murdered?

To be rid of me?

No, dear heart.

How could I survive without you?

I doubt I could get through a single day without your clear and concise instruction.

Them alleys is no place to be walking on your own at night.

How many times have I said that?

I heard his throat was cut.

I heard he was stabbed, through the heart, and his innards were strewn across the cobbles.

Take me home, Bumble, we're besieged!

Yes, my dear.

Good morning, Fagin.

Mr.

Bucket?

You're very light on your feet, for a man of your stature, if you don't mind me saying.

I've always found it to be a very useful trait in my line of work.

It's very nice to see you, Mr.

Bucket, after such a long time.

Some refreshment?

Do you know a man called Jacob Marley?

May he rest in peace.

Tut, tut, tut, tut.

A terrible thing.

The world is full of thieves and cutthroats.

I asked if you knew him.

I don't believe I ever made his acquaintance.

Then can I ask where I might have found you on Christmas Eve?

Say between 9:00 and 10:30?

Surely I'm not under suspicion, Mr.

Bucket.

I'm not a man of violence, as you very well know.

I know all too well what you are, Fagin.

Would you like me to repeat my question?

Between 9:00 and 10:30?

A bite to eat in the Three Cripples, then, here, my dear, sat by the fire.

Organizing a girl called Nancy to send to Jacob Marley?

A man you didn't know.

Come, Fagin, we know each other well enough, do we not?

A girl being sent to a man like Mr.

Marley, on your patch?

If it wasn't you who sent her, I'll wager you know who did.

I could have a dozen constables in here in the blink of an eye.

Nancy goes where she pleases.

See much of Bill Sikes these days?

Sikes?

He looked after your girls from time to time.

Delivered them where they had to go.

Carried a wooden cosh, as I recall.

The girl is of less importance.

I don't doubt Mr.

Marley was alive and well when she left him.

But, as for Bill Sikes, I'll have his address now, if you please.

All right, son?

I remember when I first went to ask Grandfather James if I could take your mother out.

I got so tongue-tied, trying to tell him how hard-working I was, he thought I was asking if I could clean the windows.

So what happened?

I ended up cleaning the windows.

No, no, no.

No, best be off, Mr.

Wegg's waiting.

His leg's playing him up again.

Angry-looking sores, he said, kept him up all night.

You and him are getting very close.

Fanny Biggetywitch, to suggest that I am entering into some kind of romantic liaison with Mr.

Wegg as I am draining the pus from his one good leg, is extremely insulting, and I'll thank you not to repeat it.

Good day.

Oh, Mr.

Scrooge.

Miss Biggetywitch.

I was most distressed to hear about Mr.

Marley's demise.

Why?

What was he to you?

Oh, well, nothing, now you ask, but you'd have to be very cold-hearted not to mourn the loss of a person, even if he or she were no more than a passing acquaintance.

If you say so.

I hear his innards were strewn about.

Ow!

I'm having to press my own shirts.

It's barbaric.

Then find yourself a laundress.

Heaven's sake.

Where?

Ask someone.

Actually, Compeyson, I've been thinking, maybe I should go home.

At Satis House; I could be more useful there.

And have your shirts pressed for you?

You've never been poor, have you, Havisham?

When you have nothing, the one thing that burns into your soul more than the poverty itself, is watching those around you with less wit, who have everything.

The injustice of it tears at your soul.

No one will give you what is rightfully yours, Arthur.

You must wrench it from those that have taken it from you.

To win over this sister of yours, I will need cash.

She must feel me as an equal, a man of means.

Fifty should do it.

Where am I to get my hands on that kind of money?

I'm sure you'll think of something.

Does Amelia Havisham know that you're seeing your captain?

She is my friend.

And does she approve?

True friends do not pass judgment on each other.

And if he isn't promoted and remains penniless, will you desist in seeing him?

He will get his promotion, then he will call on Father officially to ask for his blessing.

Fortunately, I don't need yours.

No, you don't.

You will do exactly as you wish, Honoria, as always.

Since Mother died, I have been expected to take her place, running the house, while you seem to be left to do as you please, without a care in the world.

The role of mother is one you took upon yourself, ignoring the fact that you lack any of the qualities necessary to carry it out.

Get your hands off me!

Get your hands off me!

Let him up, lads.

He knows he's not going anywhere.

Sit him down here.

Sorry about all the fuss, Bill.

You ain't got no cause for all this.

Come now, you didn't expect me to come looking for you on my own.

I wish you had.

I need to ask you a few questions is all, about Mr.

Jacob Marley.

It's murder, Bill.

Someone will hang.

Lots of people more important than me, aren't too fussy who.

When you came in here, lads, I'm assuming Mr.

Sikes here didn't sit still and wait for you to jump on him.

So which way did he move?

To his left or to his right?

I daresay when you saw these four big lumps coming through your door, you thought you might need a leveler, eh, Bill?

Lock him up, lads, and let him sweat for a bit, bore some of that swagger out of him.

GAMP: I never heard anyone say a good word about him.

They probably got enough suspects to go three times round St.

Paul's.

There'll be money at the heart of it, sure as I've got woodworm.

Oh, you ought to take more care of yourself.

Sores on your one good leg and worm in the other, you'll soon not have any means to stay upright.

Mr.

Venus rubbed beeswax on it.

Worms can't abide beeswax.

Oh, I had a thought that you smelled very sweet for a publican, as you slid up your trouser leg.

So how much is all this attention going to cost me, Mrs.

Gamp, if you don't mind me asking.

Mr.

Wegg!

I'm horrified that you'd think I was disposed to take money from you.

Money should not be exchanged between friends.

Of course, if you thought my kindness was worthy of a gin or two.

Two gins it is then.

I'll get one now?

I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to be an officer's wife.

Well, when my promotion comes, you'll have no choice.

Won't I, now?

No, you'll have to do my bidding.

Follow orders like everyone else.

Except I'm not everyone else.

You'll toe the line, Miss Barbary, or I shall put you on report.

No, seriously, this isn't going to work, because I might be persuaded to be the good little wife in public for the sake of appearances, but when we're at home, it will have to be a different matter.

Nonsense.

My word will be law.

Is that so?

Yes, it is.

In that case.

No, you wouldn't dare.

Oh, no?

Oh, no, James.

Uh, do excuse my future wife, she's quite wild.

But rest assured, I shall yet tame her!

( knocking on door ) MAN: May I see Miss Barbary?

It's a matter of some urgency.

ROSE: Would that be Miss Honoria or Miss Frances?

It's all right, Rose.

I'll deal with it.

Begging your pardon, ma'am, I'm looking for Captain Hawdon, only he confided in me that he would be calling on Miss Barbary today, and I have urgent need of him.

He said he'd be here, at the house?

No, ma'am.

As it's a matter of some importance, I took it on myself to call and ask if his whereabouts were known.

No, they are not.

Then I am sorry for troubling you, ma'am... uh, miss.

- You say it's important?

- Indeed it is, miss.

Then perhaps you'd like to leave a message.

Well, it's Colonel Mortimer, you see, miss, a change of plan.

We've had word that he will now be at the barracks for an hour or two until 6:00 this evening.

That's it?

Yes, miss, the captain will understand.

Wait.

If it's as important as you say it is, I'm keen to give him the message properly and promptly on his return.

Yet I'm unsure as to the nature of the colonel's visit.

The captain is very dear to me, you see.

It's well known that the colonel likes Captain Hawdon, and also that he has a commission to offer before leaving to go to the colonies.

So you see, if the captain should arrive at the barracks before 6:00, well, it would serve him very well indeed.

I wrote him a note to say as much.

Then I shall ensure that he gets it, the very second that I see him.

Thank you, miss.

Good day to you.

Good day.

I hate having to snatch time here and there.

Well, soon, we'll never be apart.

You'll be my wife, and we'll travel the world, to the colonies, India!

You'll ride an elephant at sunset.

You really think that all can happen?

I'll make it so.

It's just a matter of time.

( knocking on door ) What are you doing here?

Are you not going to ask me in?

I'm afraid it's not what you're used to.

Nor you.

To what do I owe the pleasure, sister?

Perhaps I could bring myself to understand why you may be angry with Father, but it's beyond me why you act with such hostility toward me.

You wonder why I'm hostile, when you now have everything that is mine by right?

You ask too much.

Then why are you here?

Just to revel in my misery?

I'm here to ask you to come home.

I don't have a home.

We both know that's not true.

Perhaps we could discuss your salary from the brewery, make things more comfortable for you.

So that's why you came.

To offer me charity.

The crumbs from your table.

It doesn't have to be like this, Arthur.

Then give me what is mine.

I cannot.

Then get out.

With all this talk of murderers roaming the streets, Mrs.

Bumble has worn herself out, and is sleeping, which is a state I find... very acceptable.

On account of the peace and quiet it affords, no doubt.

Mrs.

Bumble is a very passionate woman in every respect, but mostly, she is very passionate about giving instructions, and insisting those instructions are carried out to the letter.

Which can be very tiring, not only to her what is supplying that passionate entreaty, but also to him what is in receipt of it.

You have the patience of a saint, Mr.

Bumble.

I've often said so.

Now you warm yourself by the fire, and let me fetch you a drink.

Oh, Mrs.

Gamp, thank you.

Your nursing capacity knows no bounds.

A small ale will suffice.

Oh?

Can I tempt you to join me?

Oh, Mr.

Bumble!

Drinking during the day, in the company of a married gentleman?

In a public place, for everyone to see, and to risk them what sees jumping to conclusions which are untrue and without foundation?

And risking my own good name and my standing in the community for the sake of a shot of gin?

Better make it just the one.

Daisy, small ale, large gin.

Yes.

Mr.

Fagin and Mr.

Scrooge were definitely in here.

I served them meself.

And Bill Sikes, too, but he left before the other two, as I recall.

- Time?

- Hard to say.

We were busy Christmas Eve.

One hour merges into another.

I don't doubt it, Mr.

Wegg, and I don't wish to tax you more than I must, but if I were to say to you that Bill Sikes left here just before 8:00, how much later than that would you say Mr.

Scrooge or Mr.

Fagin left?

Could that have been before half past 10:00, would you say?

Could have been.

Why do you need the cash, Arthur?

You'll have your salary from the brewery, due each month.

It's not insubstantial.

Wages?

Paid by my sister.

You also have a ten percent stake in the brewery.

I'm his son.

It should all be mine.

I feel obliged to ask again, why do you need the money?

I am not a child.

I don't have to explain myself to you.

No, but how am I to release the funds without demonstrating good cause?

I cannot always be at the mercy of my sister.

- It's impossible!

- She's head of the company.

Yes, and that won't last.

The board will never accept her.

Your father made provision for you that would reward hard work and honest endeavor.

If only you were to embrace your father's wishes.

Go home, Arthur.

( door slams ) Thank you, Nell.

Going away?

I'm visiting my nephew.

- For long?

- A week or so.

( cuckoo clock cuckooing ) My granddaughter knows more about this shop than I ever did.

Please continue, Inspector.

Mr.

Marley's journal shows he made a collection here on Christmas Eve.

Yes, he did.

How did he seem?

Seem?

His mood.

Black, as always.

- You disliked him?

- Intensely.

Enough to take his life?

Given the right circumstance, perhaps.

But, though I do not mourn him, I am not the man you're looking for, Inspector.

Nevertheless, may I ask you where you were on Christmas Eve?

Here.

Alone?

With me.

I was sick, and he didn't leave my side.

The funds you've expected arrived?

You have seven pounds in your hand, sir.

And another 40 that isn't.

You'll have the rest when I have it.

You talk about the repayment of your loan as something that will happen at your convenience, and not according to the terms we agreed.

I will see the rest, or you will see the bailiff.

How dare you speak to me like that?

If you prefer polite conversation over tea and dilled cucumber sandwiches, perhaps you might be better placed asking your bankers to lend you money.

No?

I thought not.

Good day, sir.

Ah.

What brings a Havisham to my humble establishment?

A loan.

Security?

I have a stake in the Havisham brewery.

I'm sorry, Mr.

Bucket, it didn't come from here.

There's just about everything else on here-- blood, bits of hair, even a bit of bone-- but no chip out of it what matches.

Maybe he had another cosh tucked away, but, uh, this isn't the one used to murder Jacob Marley.

You're home.

So it would seem.

And your captain has returned to his barracks?

No, he's not due back until tomorrow.

Why do you ask?

I was being polite.

I'm sorry, it won't happen again.

Frances, please, I have no wish to argue with you.

Were there any callers for me?

None.

Well, you've had a good, long while to think.

Is there anything you'd like to tell me?

Like to grab hold of my head and push it through that wall, Bill, wouldn't you?

Temper, you see; I've got one meself, although Mrs.

Bucket has rounded the edges off it over the years.

I know you dropped a girl called Nancy off at Jacob Marley's at 8:00, picked her up again.

What time?

9:00.

And where did you go after then until half past 10:00?

For a drink.

- Where?

- Can't remember.

Tell me about this Nancy, Bill.

Pretty, is she?

It's a crying shame, it is.

Sending a young girl to a man like that.

Not a nice man, by all accounts.

Hate to think of it.

Is that why you done him, Bill?

Did he hurt her?

After you dropped her off home, you went back, didn't you?

You saw him leave the house, and you followed him.

Down towards the docks, waiting for your moment, then he turned down that alley, out of sight, and you saw your chance.

Didn't you, Bill?

No.

And you've got no proof I did.

'Cause if you did, you wouldn't be here still talking to me.

I got witnesses that will swear they saw me somewhere else when Marley got what was coming to him.

So if you've got something, let's me and you do a little dance in front of the beak in the morning.

But if you haven't, I want to be sleeping in my own bed tonight.

Thank you.

Honoria, now that Christmas Day is out of the way, we've been meaning to talk to you about Father's business interests.

- Frances, no.

- She has a right to know.

Know what?

We are facing ruin.

All is not lost.

There may still be some stock.

We have no money.

Our Christmas was purchased with a loan from Scrooge and Marley.

Father had hoped to protect you, but I'm sure that you'd like to share the burden.

Well, of course I would.

Excellent.

Then I shall leave Father to explain everything to you himself.

Father.

( clock chimes ) ( clock continues chiming ) ( door opens ) Arthur, where have you been?

I've been waiting hours.

You set me a task, did you not?

And?

Use it as you will.

I want every penny back that belongs to me.

Bill, my dear, thank goodness.

I've been trying to get word to you all day.

Is that right?

I thought you should know, Mr.

Bucket is looking for you.

- Here, was he?

- A fleeting visit.

Funny he came here looking, when all the time he knew where I lived.

- He did?

- Must have done, on account of him kicking my door in.

Unless, of course, he only found out where I lived after he'd been here.

I'd mind what you're saying, Bill.

You shouldn't go accusing people of things like that.

You sell me down the river, did you, Fagin?

You've had a very difficult day, my dear, I can see that.

Come and warm yourself by the fire, see if I can't find you a drop of something.

Hmm?

How about I crack open your skull, and see if the lies fall out.

Have you forgotten who I am, Bill?

In your rage?

Forgotten the order of things, my dear?

You threaten me again, I will gut you like a fish, and feed you to the rats.

Now or never, Bill.

This had better be worth waking me for.

Mr.

Jaggers said I was to put it direct in your hand and leave nothing to chance, sir.

Boy?

Yes!

FRANCES: It means nothing to you, does it?

The ruinous state our family is in.

Of course it does, but Papa assures me that there is a way through.

And of course, you believe him, because then you may continue to dance through life, unencumbered by bitter realities.

- Honoria?

- I trust Papa.

You have made me look like a liar, Papa.

We shall be cold for the rest of the week then.

I will reverse our fortunes.

And in the meantime, we shall all wrap ourselves in blankets, and tell each other that there is nothing to worry about.

Scraping like a miser.

Scraping, scraping, scraping!

You could have been married, Frances, and far away from this.

You chose to break your engagement, and now you are here, a mouth to feed.

So maybe it's you that's a problem.

Mr.

Scrooge, sir, it is nearly time.

Every second has value, Cratchit.

( clock strikes the hour ) Now it's time.

( coughing and gagging ) Nothing but good mahogany can keep in the stench of a putrefying corpse, and Marley left no provision for such a coffin.

Jacob Marley left no provision for a coffin at all, or indeed any funeral.

It's the common pit for him, I'm afraid.

Well, then.

There's an end to it.

Mr.

Scrooge, sir, are we not going along, say a few words?

Rest in peace, amen.

Oh, Mr.

Cratchit, sir.

Oh John, John, there is no need for sir or Mr.

Cratchit, I told you, Mr.

C. or Bob.

I'd prefer Bob.

I was hoping to have a talk with you, sir... Bob, before tomorrow.

Getting cold feet about the wedding?

No!

No, sir, my feet is blazin' hot.

My feet is a furnace.

I just thought, uh, man to man, just us two, I could buy you an ale, sir, Cratchit, mister.

That's a splendid idea, John, but not right now.

- SCROOGE: Cratchit!

- Another time.

Your order, sir.

Thank you.

You're a fine cook, madam.

Thank you, sir.

Can't show 'em your fear, the law.

'Cause they'll twist ya... twist yer words, twist it all.

That's what they do.

No fear.

She'll be late.

Don't be late.

Go.

Go.

Be easy in yourself and in your manner, but not too easy.

Helping the law without helping them.

Go.

BILL: No fear, Nancy.

Don't give 'em nothing MAN: Champagne and cognac for the Havisham party.

I'll take that.

- What do you think?

- AMELIA: It's beautiful, Honoria.

HONORIA: Isn't it perfect?

AMELIA: You will look so lovely tonight.

Mary told me you were awake all night.

Again.

I've only had a few days to learn everything I can about the brewery.

And now, I have it all up here.

So if the shareholders want to question me about hops or malt, or harvest or import costs or distillation, I can give them chapter and verse.

It's a party, Amelia.

No one's going to want to talk to you about hops.

No one's judging you.

I'm a woman in a man's world.

Of course they'll be judging me.

And Father too.

They'll think he'd lost his mind, leaving the daughter in charge, but I will not have that.

Well, why shouldn't you be in charge?

A woman rules our country, our whole empire.

Think of her, Queen Amelia.

That's better.

Come on, I'll walk with you.

Come along, Jip.

( indistinct chattering ) Don't break bread with bluebottles.

How did that happen?

Oh, Marley did it.

Why?

Well, why does any rich man hit a poor woman?

Because he wants to, - and he knows he'll get away with it.

- Come now.

Man doesn't hit a woman for no reason.

You don't know men the way I do.

Miss Nancy, you were the last to see Jacob Marley alive.

No.

That'd be his killer.

One of the last.

What did you talk about?

Well, I weren't there for conversin' with, was I?

Mr.

Fagin wouldn't be happy with this, now, would he, being your protector.

This ain't nothing special.

Our lives are different from yours.

Well, Mr.

Sikes would be upset, him being your young man and a hothead.

Bill dropped me home, then went out drinking.

I didn't ask you where he went.

You been tutored in your answers?

You think Mr.

Sikes could kill a man?

You pin this on Bill to get an easy result, you'll be missing the real felon.

I'm not pinning anything on anyone.

That is not my way.

I just want the truth.

You can trust me.

You don't believe me?

Right, Marley dies, and here's you, with your books and your maps and your questions, but girls like me are found dead every day, and who cares?

I've no cause to believe or trust the law.

I'm going to be the one to change that, miss.

Is there something you want to say?

No one's listening.

It's just me and you, so if there's something you wanna say... There ain't nothing.

I'm done.

Well, take the pie.

Eat it at your leisure.

And he ain't my young man, Mr.

Sikes.

I don't have a young man.

I just have a lot of old ones.

GIRL: Just one piece of cake?

MAN: In the gallery in Greenwich?

No, we shall faint.

- Very well.

- We shall!

Miss Barbary?

Miss Frances?

Sir Leicester.

What a surprise.

This sounds important, Jaggers.

- It is.

- Let me guess.

The shareholders refuse to trust my sister with their money, as I told you they would.

I am ready to take my rightful place.

Arthur, the New Year reception is going ahead, and I would very much like you to be there.

Oh, of course you would.

But my absence will scream.

You think anyone will invest in a woman?

In you?

If you have a brewery at all within six months, I will be surprised, and you will have no one, except yourself to blame.

I wonder if you might allow us some privacy.

ARTHUR: Now you are going to give me a talk.

But what can she do?

Take away my meager ten percent?

It is guaranteed to me, she has no leverage.

You're quite correct.

Your sister cannot take away your money.

- Exactly.

- I can.

Your father's will.

I urge you to read the codicil.

Should you behave in a way that is damaging to the property, by which is meant the business, I am empowered to take away the means by which you live and cede them to your sister.

All monies.

You see his signature.

You forced him to this!

No, your father was never forced into anything.

You will attend the reception.

You will stand by your sister.

You will act in a manner appropriate to your name and status.

Or you'll cut me off without a penny?

Let me go destitute?

Or I will exercise the codicil.

Get yourself cleaned up.

Wash out your mouth.

You stink of brandy, and it is not yet ten of the clock.

He'll do as he's told.

Really?

Did you say that?

Tell me everything.

LEICESTER: I have charge of them for the day.

I had intended the Gallery at Greenwich.

It's fascinating.

But they have no interest in our naval history.

Pester me instead for cakes and hats.

They are lucky girls to have such a benevolent uncle.

You are much missed from the county, Miss Barbary.

I was most distressed when I learned you were not to be a permanent neighbor.

For a man to make promises of matrimony and then to break them.

I have shunned him completely from my house and company.

Sir Leicester, I have told my family it was I who broke off the engagement.

I couldn't bear for them to know the truth.

I, no, I, I would never dream, no, never.

Well, the blasted fool would have made a sorry excuse for a husband.

But a lady like yourself, my dear Miss Barbary, why, any man would be proud to call you his wife.

Be comforted.

If you are free tomorrow, Sir Leicester, perhaps you'd like to come for tea.

It would be my very great pleasure, Miss Barbary.

ARTHUR: Are you mad?

The Havisham party is far too public.

We cannot be seen together, I forbid it.

No, no, Arthur.

The reception is the perfect opportunity.

Get me an invitation, I'll be... Who do you think you are?!

Damn you!

You do not give me orders.

I am master here.

Know your place.

Well, my dear?

Well, nothing.

I told him nothing.

He got nothing.

Who's this from?

Just lifted it.

Mr.

Scrooge has received your request for a further loan to cover the shipping costs of your stock.

I cannot say why he has not answered yet.

Go back to him, tell him I demand an answer now.

Demanding makes a man look needy.

Mr.

Scrooge will answer in due course.

I do not have due course.

Miss Barbary.

Frances, my behavior towards you was disgraceful.

Forgive me, please?

You shouldn't even have to ask, Papa.

We have a visitor tomorrow.

A friend.

We shall pile coal on the fire and drink good Assam tea.

I look forward to it.

What are you doing, John?

Surprise for Martha.

Don't say nothing to her.

There's young ladies here, miss, wanting to see the early spring modes.

They've asked to see the white ball gown.

Oh, your wedding dress!

It's so pretty.

Is it nearly finished?

Nearly.

Have you seen the fans?

Oh, they're exquisite.

Miss Barbary will be with you all shortly.

GIRL: And you have a fan for the ball.

And in fact, these shoes go perfectly with your new dress.

Oh, I forgot.

Captain Hawdon came by and left you this.

Mademoiselles et monsieur, an example from our early spring modes.

Doesn't she look exquisite?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

That is divine, look at the detail.

Yes, look at the shoulder.

( girls continue chattering ) What are you waiting for?

Go home, Cratchit.

If you recall, Mr.

Scrooge, sir, um, tomorrow, my Martha is getting married.

And you are taking a day's unpaid leave of absence.

Yes, yes, I remember.

Now get out!

Inspector, don't look.

Pretend to be doing something else.

There was shouting, that night.

It was before I went to meet Marley.

And him and Mr.

Scrooge, rowing in the street.

What about?

All I heard was, "Jaggers shall settle it."

It's why Marley was so riled.

And that can't come from me, Inspector.

It just can't.

I understand, miss.

You can trust me.

I forgot my newspaper.

It's under your arm, sir.

So it is.

How foolish of me.

The young lady... you called her Miss Barbary.

I am acquainted with Miss Barbary, a Miss Frances.

I wondered... Yes, indeed, sir, they are sisters.

Our young lady is Miss Honoria.

Honoria.

Well.

Small world.

For you.

It's only tiny, but I saw it, and I thought, that is for the bride, and I had to get it.

It's your "something new," Martha.

And when I get married, you can lend it to me, and it can be my something borrowed.

I'll treasure it, thank you.

Come on.

I can't buy you no wedding present, Martha.

But I thought, well ... It's us.

Oh, John.

They're so lovely.

Yeah?

I knew nothing about the codicil.

I honestly knew nothing.

We used to be such friends once, Arthur.

Such happy friends.

I miss that so much, don't you?

Can we not be friends again, because neither of us are happy now, are we?

( door opens, guests chattering ) - Good evening.

- Good evening.

Marley wanted to leave the partnership with Scrooge.

You made no mention of this when we spoke.

Then it seemed robbery was the motive.

It would not have been appropriate for me to infer some other agenda.

Why did Marley want to leave?

It made him angry, why did he want to part ways?

He gave me no reason.

And it's not so unusual to want to dissolve a long partnership.

I myself consider it often.

What?

What are you doing here?

Looking.

How did you get in?

Through the front door.

Get out, get out now.

Why are you crying?

- I'm not.

- AMELIA: Arthur?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

AMELIA: Arthur?

Not a word, don't breathe, don't move.

Are you unwell?

I just needed a moment.

Yes, they're all very kind, but one does feel a little on show.

It's time for the dancing.

You should go.

Arthur, this argument of ours-- Is at an end.

We should begin the dancing together.

Come.

I don't recall inviting you, sir.

No, a friend brought me.

I have a small legacy which he suggested I might want to invest here.

Well, in that case, I can arrange to give you more information about the brewery.

I didn't know you were the director.

I am happy to go to a party organized by a woman, but invest in your business?

I might as well set fire to my money.

Good night... Miss Havisham.

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