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David Copperfield Script




"Like many fine parents,



I have in my heart of hearts,



A favorite child,



And his name is David Copperfield."



David Copperfield The Younger



Chapter  : I am born.



Mrs. David Copperfield, I think.






Miss Trotwood.



You've heard of her, I dare say?



I... I've had that pleasure.



Now you see her.



Eh, come in.



Don't do that!



Come, come!



Why, bless my soul, you're a very baby.



I'm old enough to be a widow.



And a mother, if I live.



I'm all a tremble,

I shall die, I'm sure.



Nonsense, have some tea.



Oh, dear me.



David Copperfield was

my favorite nephew.



I'm afraid to admit that

I was mortally offended



When he married without consent of me

to a wet dull, like her.



Of course, I'd never seen you.



Now that there's a child coming,

what will you call your gal?



Perhaps it will be a boy.



Don't contradict.



I have a presentiment it'll be a girl.



And I shall be her godmother.



She shall be christened Betsey Trotwood




She must be well brought up.



I shall see to that.



Far better than my impractical Nephew

would have done.



Mr. Copperfield has been dead

only six months.



It is cruel of you to speak

unkindly of him to me.



Peggotty... Peg...



My lamb, my lamb, my precious.



I'll fetch the doctor.

Come come come, don't dodder.



Fetch the doctor.



My lamb, my baby,

Peggotty is here, my sweet.



I beg your pardon, ma'am.



I say, I beg your pardon...

I beg your pardon, ma'am.



This is Dr. Chillip.



Dr. Chillip.



I am happy to congratulate you.

All is well over, and well over.



Mercy on the man, what's he doing.



Can't he speak?



Some local irritation, ma'am.



Fiddlesticks! How is she?



Well, as comfortable as one can

expect a young mother to be.



The baby, how is she?




I apprehended you had known.



It's a boy.



A boy!









Poor father.



How lonely and dark it must be

for him at night,



While we're at home by the fire.






I would have you, if you will,

assume with me into to



The greatest eternally lovely qualities

of charity.



I hope, and indeed I know,

having lived among you all



For so many years.



But it is not an unknown thing,

a quality foreign to many of you.



And yet, how well also I know,

that you may,



In the difficulties of your daily life,



Find that the qualities of charity



Aren't always so easy,

so ready to observe.



As one may suggest today...



That man, he looks like

the black panther in my animal book,




Hush dear.



You'll frighten mothers.



"In the early summer months,

the streams run dry.



The crocodile, hmmm...



Sets out for new waters foreign to men.



But if the stream merely becomes lower,



It buries itself in the mud

and waits for rain."



Bed, Master David?



Mommy promised me I had to wait up.



I'm not sleepy.



Were you ever married, Peggotty?



Heck, no.



You are a very handsome woman,

aren't you?



Ha, me handsome Davy?



Ha, no...



Oh, drat them buttons.



Now, read me more

about them crocindills.



Some sort of a vegetable, isn't it?






Mama, I waited up.



I knew you would, my darling.



This little fellow is highly privileged.



Why, dear!



Dear little boy,

I cannot wonder at his devotion.



David, you shouldn't be rude.



Mr. Murdstone went through

so much trouble to bring me home.



Let us say goodnight, my fine boy.




Hahahaha, come come.



Let us be the best of friends.



Why David, that's the wrong hand.



No no no no, a brave little fellow.







Oh Mother, you do look pretty tonight.



Do I darling?



Hope you had a pleasant evening, ma'am.



Much obliged to you, Peggotty,

I had a very pleasant evening.



A stranger or so makes an agreeable change.



No, no, it won't do.



No price would make it do, no way.



How can you be so aggravated,

you cruel thing?



Not such on as this,

Mr. Copperfield wouldn't have liked.



That I say and that I swear!



Good heavens, you'll drive me mad!



Was ever any poor girl so ill-used

by her servants as I am.



What have you got against Mr. Murdstone?



Is it to be hinted that

I'm lacking in affection



For my precious treasure?



The dearest little fellow that ever was.



Nobody never went and

hinted no such thing.



I'm a naughty mama to you, Davy.



I'm a nasty, cruel, selfish, bad mama.



I don't love you at all, do I?



Yes you do...



I never meant to hurt you ma'am.



I never meant to.



Master David?

Yes, Peggotty?



How would you like to spend a fortnight

with me at my brothers'



At Yarmouth?



It would just be a treat.



Is your brother an agreeable man,




Ah, what an agreeable man he is.



He's a fisherman.

Oh I say, Peggotty.



Oh, and there are the boats and the sea.



Oh oh, but Peggotty,

what will mama do while We're away?



She can't live in this big room

all by herself.



Oh bless you.

Don't you know?



Why, she's going to stay with friends.



Oh'hoho, she'll have plenty of company.



If that's it, I'm ready to go.



Splended, now off to bed.



Goodbye my love.

Goodbye, mother.



Take precious care of him, Peggotty.



What do you think?



Take care of yourself, ma'am.



Drive very safely,

won't you dear Mr. Barkis.



Bye, ma'am!

Goodbye mama!



Goodbye, ma'am!



Goodbye mama, goodbye!



Goodbye, darling!



Goodbye. Goodbye.



Goodbye, David!

Goodbye, mama, goodbye. Goodbye.



Goodbye, my love!






Oh, there's my Am!



Growed out of all knowledge!









Am! So good to see ya!



How are ya?



Who's that one?

That's Ham, her nephew.






No sweethearts, I believe?






No person courting.



Oh no, no.






Well, when you was talking

to her private,



Perhaps you'd tell her

that Barkis is willing.



That Barkis is willing.



Is that all the message?



Well, y... y... ya... yes.



Barkis is willing.



Very well, Mr. Barkis.



I'll tell her.



Yon's our house, Master Davy.



Put me down.



Ooo, it's a real boat

that's been in the water.






But it's upside down. Hahahaha.



Well, it's all so delightful.



See the pretty dears.



Well, I made it, so how are you?



Hah ha, Lass!



Ahh, Daniel.



Well sir, I'm glad to see you sir.



Very glad.

You'll find us rough, sir.



But you'll find us ready.



Haa ha, how's my little Emily?



Ha ha ha, blue like your eyes, my pretty.



That come in a big boat

all the way from France.



Thank you!



Oh, drat that chimney.



I am a lone lorn creature,

and... and everything



Goes contrary with me.



Oh, it'll soon leave off poor girl.



It's the same for all of us.



But I feel it more.



Oh, oh, I've got a visitation

in the back!



Oh, mmm, it's the creeps.



Too bad, too bad.



Oh, I ain't what I wish myself to be,

am I?



I'd better go in

the poor house and die,



And be a riddance.



She's been thinking of the old one.



Mr. Peggotty.

Yes sir?



Did you give you son the name Ham



Because you lived in a sort of ark?



No sir, t'was given by his father,

my brother




Dead, Mr. Peggotty?



Drown dead.



But little Emily, Mr. Peggotty,

she's your daughter, isn't she?



No sir. My brother-in-law,

Tom, was her father.



Dead, Mr. Peggotty?



Drown dead.



Haven't you any children, Mr. Peggotty?



No Master, I'm a bachelor.



A bachelor?



Why, who's that Mr. Peggotty?



That's Mrs. Gummidge.



Gummidge. Why I merely thought...



Come Davy, come!



I'll show you to your room.



Now that Mrs. Gummidge,

her husband was Dan's partner.



He was drowned.

Was he the oldest?



Yes dear.

Emily, and her cousin Ham, are orphans.



My brother adopted them.



Mrs. Gummidge too.



Oh, he's as good as gold

and as true as steel.



But he gets very angry when people

talk about his helping people.



I'll be careful.



Oh Peggotty, I just remembered.



I have a message for you

from Mr. Barkis.



What message?

All he said was, "Barkis is willing."



Hahahaha, and I gave up on him,




What is it?



What are you laughing at?



What is it?



He's an attractive man, though.



He wants to marry me, hahahaha.



Oh, oh, but I wouldn't

leave you or your mother



For a whole basket of buttons.



Especially now.

Why not?



Oh, nothing, nothing.



I would go away over there in a big ship.



That's France,

where my blue beads come from.



And Spain's there.



We're only poor fisher folk,



But some day I might be a lady,

and go everywhere.



Then take Mr. Peggotty, he's a good man.






If I was ever to be a lady,

I'd get him a sky blue coat



With diamond buttons,

and a cocked hat, and a box of money.



Look! I'm going to France.



Emily! Come back quickly!



Emily! Emily! Come here!



That's fun, dancing near the edge.



Come on, come on! We're here! Come on!



Where's ma ma?

Wait a bit Master Davy,



And I'll tell you something.



Where's ma ma?

What's the matter?



She's not dead, Peggotty?



Ah! Wa, ah, oh, bless ya, no.



Something's wrong, Peggotty.



What do you think, Master Davy,



You've got a pa.



A new one.



A... a... a new one?



Yes. Come and see him.



I don't want to see him!



But you want to see your ma ma.






"...Picture of the castle.



And compliments from the presidency

on when it was bestowed. But..."




Clara my dear, recollect!



Control yourself.



Davy boy, how do you do?



Well, I put the kitchen in order.



Goodness knows it needed it.



Tubs, jars, tea bags, pickles,

peppers, and no end of rubbish.



Is this your boy, sister-in-law?



Yes... David.



This is Miss Murdstone.



Generally speaking, I don't like boys.



How do you do, boy?



I'm very well.

I hope you are.



Hmm, wants manner.



Now Clara, my dear, I am come here,

as you know,



To relieve you all the trouble I can.



You're far too pretty and thoughtless

to manage a house properly.



If you'll be good enough

to give me your keys.



Why... why must I?



You'll find everything will go on

quite well without disturbing you



I should like to be consulted

about any changes in my own house.



My own house?



Our house, I mean.

Edward, let there be an end to this.



I go tomorrow.

Jane Murdstone, will you be silent!



Clara, I wonder you...



I'm sure I managed very well

before we were married.



I'd tell you if I didn't.



Clara, you astound me!



Even if I don't do everything

quite right,



I thought you were pleased once

at my being a little inexperienced.



I'm sure you said so.



I did have a certain satisfaction

in the thought of



Forming your character.



And giving to it the firmness

in decision that it lacked.



But when my sister is kind enough

to come here,



And assume the condition,

something like a house keeper's,



And when she meets with a base return,

my own feeling toward



You, chills.



Oh don't my love, don't Edward,

don't say that.



Whatever I am, I'm affectionate.



I must have affection.



No display of emotion can

have the least weight with me.



You lose breath.



I'm sorry, I'm sorry.



I have a great many defects, I know.



And it is very good of you to endeavor

to correct them.



Very well.



Then it is understood that I am

to attend to everything



In the future?

Yes Jane, I don't object to anything.



I pray, let us be friends.



I couldn't live under coldness

or unkindness.



I'm so sorry.



David, go to your room!



Master Davy, you're not to sleep in

your dear mama's room anymore.



You have a room, all to yourself.



Does mama know?



Peggotty, come here! I want you!



Not all croc... crocodiles...

are flesh eaters.



But due to false claims...

they mostly are...



Where is the boy?

Late for his lessons, as usual.



My dear Clara, All winter long

I've observed your attempts



To teach David.

He grows ever more sullen and stubborn.



Makes no progress, whatever.



Forgive me, dear Edward,

but David has always been considered



Very bright

In his studies.



How many English Countesses are there.



There are six in the north, eight

in the middle counties, and...



And... And six in the east,



And... and... and... and...

and in the south,



There are...






And in... and in the south,

there are... in the south...



Oh Davy, Davy.



Now Clara, don't say, Oh Davy, Davy."

That's childish.



He knows his lesson,

or he does not know it.



He does not know it.



No, I'm afraid he does not.



Edward, please!

David, sit down!



Take your slate.



If I go to a cheesemonger's shop

and buy one hundred



Double-Gloucester cheeses



At four pence-halfpenny each...



And if I sell half of them

at six pence-halfpenny...



Twenty at five pence...



And use the rest myself.



Do I make a profit or loss?



I can't think!



I can't do it!



Oh Davy, Davy.



I can't do it. I can't do it.




Edward, please!



I tell you Clara,



I have been often flogged myself.



To be sure, of course.



I am, I think, not quite well.



Why Jane, we could hardly expect Clara

to bear,



With perfect firmness,



The worry and torment that David

has occasioned her today.



David, you and I will go upstairs, boy.



Don't Mr. Murdstone, don't,

I tried, don't.




Clara, are you a perfect fool?



In your condition.



I do my lessons.



David, come here!



If I had an obstinate horse

that dogged to feel good,



What do you think I would do?



I don't know.



I'd beat him.



I'd make him wince and smart.



I'd say to myself,

"I'll conquer that fellow."



And if were to cost him all the blood

that he had, I'd do it!



Mr. Murdstone, sir! Don't!



Pray don't beat me sir!



I have tried to learn!



I think I could do it

with my mother alone,



But I can't learn while you

and Miss Murdstone are by.



Can't you David?

Indeed I can't!



We shall see!



Mr. Murdstone, don't sir! Ow!



So, he bites, does he?



Ow! Mr. Murdstone! Ow! Ow!



Mother! Mother!



Be as soft as a mouse,

or the cat will hear us.



Is mama very angry with me, Peggotty?



Not at all.



Your mama's not very well.



Oh dear. Oh dear.



Don't be frightened, my precious.



Soon you'll be having

a little brother or sister.



Davy dear, if I don't come

to see you often,



It ain't because I don't love you.



It's because I think it's better

for you.



And there's someone else, besides.



Oh, thank you, Peggotty.



Hasten Doctor Chillip!

She's in great pain!



Peggotty! Peggotty!



What's happened?



Peggotty! Peggotty! Someone open!



Peggotty! Peggotty!









Peggotty! Peggotty! Peggotty! Peggotty!



Peggotty! Peggotty! Peggotty! Peggotty!



Peggotty's here, darling.



Peggotty's here. Shhh... Shhh.



Young as you are David,

you'll learn to be brave.



Your mama...



The precious... the darling...



She's... she's...



Feared dead...



She's gone.



And your little brother,

the innocent, he's dead too.



Oh Peggotty... Peggotty.



There there.



Just before the end, she said to me,"



I shall never see my pretty darling




How did she know that?



Something seemed to tell her.



And it was the truth.



But she whispered to me,



"I'm very tired, God,

keep my fatherless boy.



"Tell him his mother has blessed him."



It was before day break,

when she turned to me,



Put her poor head on my arm, and died.



Like a child going to sleep.



Oh Peggotty, we're all alone now.






Goodbye Peggotty.

Goodbye, my precious. My love.



Peggotty won't forget you.



I didn't take what belongs to me, mum.



Would you like to see that?



Thank you, I've seen quite enough of

you and your things. Good day.



Goodbye to you, mum.



David, don't doodle.



Don't be unhappy, David.



I will be happy, Peggotty,

and I'll see you sometimes.



Oh, but Peggotty, you haven't given

Mr. Barkis his proper answer,



You know.

Oh, bless the boy.



Answer to what?



Barkis is willing'.



What would you say, darling,

if I was to marry Mr. Barkis?



I would think it would be

a very good thing.



Then you would always have a horse

and cart to bring you to



See me again.



Oh, the sense of the boy.



We have come to a decision

regarding your future.



My dear sister, leave this to me,

if you please.



I'm afraid I have no place for you

in my house now.



You have a rebellious disposition.



It must be conformed to the ways

of the working world.



It must be bent, broken if necessary.



Crushing is what it wants.



Crushed it shall be.

Again, Murdstone, please!



The sooner you begin your fight

with the world, the better.



In London, there is a firm of

Murdetone and Grinby



In the wine trade.




Grinby employs several boys.



It shall give employment to you.






You'll earn your own food

and pocket money.



Your lodging, I've arranged for

with Mr. Micawber.






Now remember,

you're going to London to work.



To work!



To work.



We know you're in there!



We're not going to wait forever

for you to pay your debts!



If you don't pay,

we'll take all the rest of your goods!



Aye, and your precious little girl, too.



Aye Micawber, either you pay of

you go to the debtor's prison.



Nobody home!

No collectors can come in here!



Oh! Stop it! Get up!



Oh, the scene of our beautiful stead,



So desecrated with

those no good creatures.



Please ma'am, I am David Copperfield.



I was told I was to lodge here.



Ah, welcome Master Copperfield.



I am Mrs. Micawber.



This is my family.



I'm Clickett, the house maid

from the new orphanage.



Mind your manners, Clickett.



I never thought before I was married,



And when I lived with pa and mama,



That I should ever find it necessary

to take a lodger.



Stop it dear, stop it!



Oh, I am forgetting.



You must be impatient to see your room.



Yes ma'am.



Come dear.



Baked potatoe! Baked potatoe here!



A baked potatoe, sir?

No thanks.



You're all heart, sir.

Even so.



We're not waiting forever for you

to pay us your debts!



If you don't pay us your debts,

we'll have you throw in jail!



You can't hide from all of us!



Pay us, will you? Just pay us!



No luxury, but simple comfort.



Pay up Micawber! Pay up Micawber!



We're not going to wait!

Pay up Micawber!



Aahhh! Mr. Micawber!



Children, it is your papa!



Always relentlessly pursued onto

an aerial housetop,



And vice-versa.



I have thwarted the malevolent

macabreations of



Our tireless enemies.



In short, I have arrived.



My family, ah... how are you doing?



My children, my home!



This is Master David Copperfield,

who has come to lodge with us.



Oh, just so. Pardon me children.



All that we have is yours,

Master Copperfield.



Our domestic comfort, quiet,

the privacy, call them your own.



Thank you sir.

Count on us, now and forever.



I will, Mr. Micawber.



Now that you are about to share with us

the privileges



Of our domain,



I will make no stranger of you.



As man to man, I will confide in you.



That for years, I have been hounded,

most unjustly,



By my creditors.



Short sighted fools, they are.



I'm sorry, sir.



I grant you, that I have

already tried the coal trade,



Haberdashery trade,



And Her Majesty's Marines,

and found none of these entirely



Suited to my,



Somewhat, special talents.



But now...

Yes, Mr. Micawber?



I am confidently expecting something

to turn up!



My Micawber, you've been here

three weeks, ain't you?



Yes sir.

Then why ain't you learned nothing!



Gentlemen, gentlemen.






Gentlemen! In the aggregate,



I judge you to be

a highly distasteful collection.



And to detail: cowardly, uncouth, and

deserving of



Merciless chastisement.



You'll oblige me by removing

your own unsavory person



From my immediate vicinity.



In short, Get out!



Oh, thank you Mr. Micawber.



You're so kind to me.



Not at all!



And now, since this is

a red letter day, in that hourly,



I am expecting something

extraordinary to turn up,



Let us return and discover

what culinary triumphs



Mrs. Micawber has prepared for us.



Oooo, how wonderful.



Imperative, my dear Copperfield.






For as I have frequently had

occasion to observe,



When the stomache is empty,

the spirits are low.



I predict, my dear Copperfield,

that we can confidently depend on



Mrs. Micawber assembling a terrain of

Cocky-leaky soup,



Bean of cutlet, breaded,

and a jug of eggnog.



And the pudding?

The pudding!



A special pudding, the very thing.



Greetings Micawber.



You are a misapprehension,

my good fellow.



Oh, no you don't.

You're Micawber all right.



You owe me ten pounds,

ten for the last year.



Officer, do your duty.

Mr. Micawber, you're under arrest.



And on what charges do you take

this unwarrantable procedure?



A court order for debt.



I'm the Assistant Officer to

the Sheriff of Middlesex.



Now, are you coming quietly?



Copperfield, you perceive before you,

the shattered fragment



Of a temple once called man.



The blossom has blighted,

the leaf has withered,



The God of day goes down

upon the dreary scene.



In short, I am forever floored.



King's Bench Prison



Boy, you're always ringing that bell,

but today's the last time.



Your friend Micawber is being released

and is leaving town.



He's leaving town?

Come along, come along.



What is it?



Come little friend, open your heart.



Nothing really, but I shall miss you

so very much.



At Murdstone and Grinby,



I feel so alone and desperate.



I do indeed.



You've been so good to me,

you and Mrs. Micawber.



And as long as I had such friends,



I couldn't despair.



My little friend,

you're like one of our own.



But now that you'll be going,

and there'll be nobody, well,



I don't know what I shall do.



Indeed, I do not.



My motto has always been,

nu desparemdum.



In short, never despair.



I have an Aunt in Dover.



I thought perhaps...



The very thing, my dear Copperfield.



Your Aunt will welcome you

with open arms.



She may not want to see me.



Is not blood thicker than water?



Peggotty told me

she's very cantankerous.



Perhaps she would shut me out.



And Dover's a long way.



True. Too true.



Nevertheless, as the bars says,

nothing attempted, nothing gained.



And should this formidable Aunt

repulse you, write me a letter.



We are friends for life, young Copperfield.



Who we two, a'run around.



And graced and pulled the gowans fine.






Although, what gowans are,

I'm not exactly aware.



However, we'll take a pull of them

just the same.



Bring that bag here.



Put that bag on the coach.



Days of Nicademus!



Sorry sir.



Master Copperfield, your conduct

has always been of most delicate



And obliging description.



You have never been a lodger.



You have been a friend.



Copperfield, at present,

I have nothing to bestow but advice.



Still, that advice is so far

worth taking,



I have never taken it myself.



And I am the miserable creature

you behold.



Young friend, I counsel you.



Annual income twenty pounds,



Annual expenditure nineteen pounds,

result happiness.



Annual income twenty pounds,



Annual expenditure twenty one pounds,

result misery.



Farewell Copperfield.



I shall be happy to

improve your prospects



In case anything turns up.



Which I may say, I am hourly expecting!



Thank you my love, thank you my darling.



Master Copperfield?



Farewell Copperfield!



Farewell my lad!



I say, sixpenn'orth of bad halfpence.



I hope you know me again when you see me.



I wasn't staring at you to be rude.



I was wondering if you could

take my box to the Dover coach office?



I can pay you six pence.



Are you sure you got the money

to pay me?



Oh yes.

Let me see it.



I have it here.



Stop! Give me back my money!



Call to the police for it, stupid!



He's taken all my money!

Give me back my box!



Out of my way stupid little boy!



London to Dover    miles.



Dover    miles.



London    miles.



Dover    miles.



Dover    miles.



   miles to Dover.



   miles to Dover.



  miles to Dover.



Janet! Donkeys!



I want you and Richard to follow me!



Clear off! I told you young men before!



Clear off!



We're only trying to get by.



Ow! Why are you hitting me! Ow!



Stop hitting me!



Just stay out off this green!



Excuse me, ma'am.



Go away! Go along!



No boys here!



If you please, Aunt.



I'm your nephew.



Bless my soul alive!



I am David Copperfield,

of Blunderstone,



Where you came on the night

when I was born, and saw my dear mama.



I have been very unhappy since she died.



I have been slighted,

and taught nothing,



And put to work not fit for me.



It made me run away to you.



I was robbed at first setting out,

and have walked all the way,



And have never slept in a bed

since I began the journey.



Oh dear! Oh dear!



Mercy, oh mercy! Mercy on this boy!



Swallow this, now.



Come, swallow this. Swallow this.



Oh, come.



Sit, my boy. Lie down. Lie down. Ah!



Madame, what's happened?

What are you doing?



Ah oh, this too.



Mr. Dick, don't be a fool,

whatever you are, because nobody can be



More discreet than you can,

when you choose.



You've heard me mention

David Copperfield?



David Copperfield?






Ah, to be sure, certainly.



He's done a pretty piece of business.



He has run away.



Now, the question I put to you is

what shall I do with him?



Ah, do with him?



Come, come, come,

I want some sound advice!



Don't pretend to be wool-gathering

when you are as sharp as



A surgeon's lancet.



Why, if I was you, I should...



...I should wash him!



Janet! Mr. Dick sets us all right.



Heat the bath!

Yes ma'am.



Mercy, you're a dirty child.

Here David.



David, David.

Look, a bubble as big as my head.



Oh, watch out.



Mercy help us.



Hurry child.



Let me dry you.



Is he... is... is Mr. Dick

at all out of his mind?



He's been called mad.



How I shouldn't have the benefit

of his society.



As for advice, nobody knows

what that man's mind is, but myself.



A distant relative of mine.



If it hadn't been for me,

his own brother would



Have had him shut up for life.



Threating to petition to

the Lord Chancellor



Now to get his rights back.



He's the most friendly creature

in exsistance.



May I...

May I stay here with you, Aunt?



Mercy upon us,

I don't know until I've had a talk



With your stepfather.

To bed with you know.



Not now, please. Not now.



Off to bed with you. To bed with you.



Bless my soul. Mercy upon us.



Our Father, who art in heaven,



Hallowed be Thy name

for bringing me here.



I'm pleased.

I don't want anybody to take me away.



Please God,

please may I have a home now?



Like mama and I had once.



And let no boys be homeless.



I'm sorry God, I'm very sleepy.



Cause I walked such a long, long way...



Ha! Cherub!



How does the world go? Hmm?



I'll tell you what.



I shouldn't wish it to be mentioned.



It's a mad world.

Mad of bedlam, boy. Haha.



Aunt Betsey sends her compliments,

and asks how



You are coming along

with your petition.



I believe I'm doing very well.



Do you remember the date

that King Charles the First



Had his head cut off?



I believe it was in the year     .



Well, though the books say,

but I don't see how that can be.



Because if it was so long ago,

how could the trouble got out of



His head when it was cut off,

and into mine?



I'm sure I don't know.



It's very strange.



King Charles's head is always

popping into whatever I write.



But, no matter. No matter. Haha.



What do you think of that? A kite.



Oh, it's a beautiful one.

I made it.



We'll go and fly it. You and I, hmm?



We're off to fly the kite!



We're off to fly the kite!



Up! Up! We're off to fly the kite!



We're off to fly the kite!



David! Come! Come!



We're coming now!

We're coming!



David, your stepfather is coming today.



Must I go away with him, Aunt?



I can't do anything about it,

I can't say I'm sure.



Ah! Janet! Donkeys!



Go on with you! Get off the greens!



You have no business here!



But Aunt, that's Mr. Murdstone

and his sister.



I don't care who it is!



I won't be trespassed upon!



Janet! Donkeys!



Ah, Janet!



How dare you! How dare you!



We've been through those donkeys

on our green places before!



Keep them off!

Get off! Get off! Get out of here!



You bold faced thing! Ah!






Mr. Murdstone and his sister, ma'am.



Show them in.

Can I go away, Aunt?



No sir! Certainly not!



I don't allow anybody

to ride over that turf.



I make no exceptions.



Your rule is rather awkward

to strangers.



Oh, is it?

Miss Trotwood!



Well, you are Mr. Murdstone.



Mr. Dick, an old and intimate friend.



On whose judgment, I rely.



Be seated!



Well, sir?

Miss Trotwood, I...



Of all the boys in the world,

I believe this one is the worst.



Jane Murdstone, will you have

the goodness not to interrupt me!



Miss Trotwood,

I am here to take David back.



I shall deal with him as I think best.



But I warn you, that if you step in

between him and me now,



You step in forever.

I'm not to be trifled with!



For the first and last time,

is he ready to go?



And you ma'am?

Have you anything to say?



I have nothing to add,



Except to thank you for your politeness.



Your very great politeness, I'm sure.



And what does the boy say?

Are you ready to go, David?



Please don't let me go.



They made my poor mama very unhappy.



They've never liked me

or been kind to me.



Please let me stay with you, Aunt.



And you Mr. Dick.



What do you think I should do

with this child?



Do? Have him measured

for a suit of clothes directly?



Mr. Dick give me your hand.



Your common sense is invaluable.



I'll take my chance with the boy.



If he's all you say he is,



At least I can do as much for him

than as you have done.



But I don't believe a word of it.



Miss Trotwood,

if you were a gentleman...!



Bah! Stuff and non sense!



How exquisitely polite!



Do you think I don't know

what kind of a life



You must have led this boy's mother,

that poor,



Unhappy child you married.



What a woeful day it was

for the soft little creature



When you first came her way.

Smirking and making great eyes at her.



I'll be bound, as if

you couldn't say "boh" to a goose!



I never heard anything so elegant.



Smooth and silky you were.



The poor little innocent

had never seen such a man.



He was made of sweetness.



He worshipped her.



Doted on her dear little boy.



He was to be another father to him.



And they were all to live together

in a garden of roses.



And when you had made sure of her,

you began to break her.



To train her like a poor caged bird

wearing her life away.



Teaching her to sing your notes.



This is either insanity or intoxication.



You're a tyrant!



You tormented that simple child

through her boy here.



That is why sight of him

is odious to you.



You broke her heart,

and gave her wounds that she died of!



And there's the truth for you!



The woman's mad.

Good day to you, sir and goodbye!



Good day to you, ma'am.



Let me see you ride a donkey

over my green again,



And as sure as you have a head

upon your shoulder,



I'll knock your bonnet off

and tread upon it!



Thank you! Oh, thank you Aunt!



King Charles is King of the castle.



King Charles is King of the castle.



But why must I go away, Aunt Betsey?



I want to stay with you and Mr. Dick.



You have to be educated, David,

and take your place in the world.



There isn't a finer school

in Canterbury than Dr. Strong's.



You must make us proud, David.



Never be mean in anything.



Never be false. Never be cruel.



Avoid these three vices and

I can always be hopeful for you.



Very well, Aunt. I'll try.



There's a good boy.



Isn't he Mr. Dick?

The finest boy... in England.



But I love you, and Mr. Dick so much.



I don't want to go away.

Now now.



What a kind man you're going

to live with, Mr. Wickfield,



My business advisor and good friend.



He has such a pleasant old house.



And Canterbury isn't far away.



How was school today, David?

Great fun.



What do you think happened, Agnes?



Steerforth, the head boy you know,

and everyone's hero,



Let me bowl to him at cricket.



And he walked back to school with me.



How fine.



Papa, you're tired.



Yes... yes Agnes.



Perhaps I am.



Shall I take those papers downstairs,

father dear?



My little guardian.



Ever since her mother died.



May I take them Mr. Wickfield?



Thank you David,



Thank you.



You're working late tonight, Mr. Heep.



Ah ha, Master Copperfield.



Pray, Master Copperfield,

do call me Uriah, if you please.






I'm improving my legal knowledge.



I suppose you are quite a great lawyer.



Me? Oh, no Master Copperfield.



I'm a very humble person,

I'm well aware.



My mother is likewise, humble.



We live in a humble abode.



We've many things to be thankful for.



My father's former calling was humble.



He was a sexton.



What is he now?



He is a partaker of glory at present,

Master Copperfield.



I'm thankful for my place here with

Mr. Wickfield.



Oh, what a worthy gentleman he is.



Perhaps you'll be a partner

in Mr. Wickfield's business



One of these days.

Me? Oh, no Master Copperfield.



I'm far too humble for that.



I think you would come

into the business at last.



Why? I have no views of that, sort.



Oh yea, I think you will.



Certainly. Oh, I know.



And won't Miss Agnes be glad, eh?



Mother will be expecting me.



Will it suit your convenience

if I snuff the candle?



Yes, Uriah.



Goodnight, Master Copperfield.



Goodnight, Uriah.



The silent gliding on of existence.



The unseen, unfelt progress of life

from childhood to youth...



The end of school days.



Latin verses.



If it weren't for you, Agnes.

I should never have learned them.



Steerforth, how how handsome.



How astonishing clever he was.



Always so generous.



Agnes, do you remember this?



Oh, what fun we used to have

on those Sunday walks.






I carved a little wooden heart for you

with my first penknife.



Oh, but you will have lost

that years ago.



We really must finish your packing,




Or we'll be late

for the party at school.






Oh, you can't imagine how excited I am.



A few days holiday.



And a short visit with

my beloved Peggotty's in Yarmouth.



And then London,

and start serious work on my book.






Those are tears in your eyes.



Father and I in this quiet old place,

will be sorry



When you're gone.



Ah, but I shouldn't be at the other end

of the world.



I'll write to you and see you often.



I shall always want to confide in you,




Whatever happens,

whenever I fall in trouble.



Even when you fall in love?



Haha, even then.



My only wonder is, you're not been

in love yourself by this time.



Ah, but I know of no one

who even deserves to love you.



Someone better than anyone

I've ever seen here,



Must rise up before I'd give my consent.



Ah, David.

Haha, even then, I should hesitate.



How proud we shall be

when your first book is completed.



How much I shall owe to you,

if it ever is completed.



What faith I ever had in my writing

was to be by you.



Ah, I shall miss you like my right hand.



Although, that does not say much.



For there's no head in my right hand.



And no heart.



And they both will miss you terribly.



Oh, Master Copperfield.



Mr. Copperfield, I should say.



I... I'm so busy, I didn't see you.



You seem very busy indeed these days,




Yea, I'm so glad to be of use

to Mr. Wickfield.



What an excellent man he is.






How imprudent he has become.



Anyone else had been in my place

during the last few years,



He'd have had Mr. Wickfield

under his thumb.



Under his thumb!



Haha, b... but I'm the humble instrument

that is humbly serving him.



Pardon me.



I assume this imposing epithet houses

the brightest star



In my armament of

Earthly companions.



I allude to Master David Copperfield.









Mr. Micawber, how wonderful to see you

in Canterbury.



Thank you.



This successful conclusion of

my paragonation through the highways



And byways is a happy ardory

that something extraordinary



Is bound to turn up.



Will you excuse me please, sir?



Mr. Micawber, this is Uriah Heep,

who works for my good friend,



Mr. Wickfield.

How do you do?



Any friend of my friend Copperfield,

has a personal claim upon me.



Oh thank you, thank you sir.



But I am too humble to be called

a friend, Mr. Micawber.



I'm grateful to Mr. Copperfield

for his kindness.



Now, if you'll excuse me.



A man, I perceive,

of remarkable shrewdness.



Ah! fruit.



Now tell me, how is Mrs. Micawber?



Mrs. Micawber is,



I am pleased to state, in status quo.



In short, was it not for unfortunate




not unconnected with finance...



Tell me.



No, no.



I shall never be able to hold my head

erect before my fellow man.



But, I confide in you,

that we are being held



Virtually as prisoners at the Sun Inn.



The sum involved is admittedly trifling.



Oh, you must allow me.



Never! Never!



Oh please. I insist.



You overwhelm me.



Your generosity flaws me.



"Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and never to return..."



Goodbye, Mr. Micawber.




I am impressed with your friend, Heep.



He has been good enough

to offer me employment



In a confidential capacity.



Then, something did turn up!



Perhaps the foundation of a now career.



I have an acquaintance with the law.



Only as a Defendant, of course.



Would it be too much to hope that



Mr. Micawber would eventually be

eligible for a judge,



Of a chancellor?

Yes! He'd be eligible.



I wish you all success.



Thank you.



Have a good holiday.



Enjoy London, and have a good time

with all your old friends



At Yarmouth.



And why should they have

such an unchristian name as Peggotty,



I don't know.

Oh, thank you Aunt.



Thank you for everything.




Save your sentiment for Agnes.



David will have no time

for sentiment in London,



Seeing the sight of his good friend,




Oh, there's no one like Steerforth.



He belongs to the grand world,



Yet he's as kind and simple

as if he were



A country cutlet, like myself.

You're a good friend, David.



I hope he's worthy of you.



Remember Agnes, I promised.



You'll see how I work at my writing.



Goodbye you all, goodbye.






Why, Copperfield, Old Boy.




I... I never was so glad.



But David... David.



Where's the little nipper

that I used to order about at school?



Order about, it was an honor.



The great Steerforth.



Head boy.



So kind and protective

to a small nobody.



I shall never forget

what a hero you were.



Oh, my dear David.



I was never anybody's hero.



Not even my own.



Come on.



There are some fine, highstepping girls

dancing tonight, David.



It's a gala evening, Steerforth.



I've always wanted to see

"The Enchanted Bird."



Yes, but I can scarcely be excited

over an old bird over forty,



Being shot by a bow and arrow.



David, that's the stage.



Oh, Auntie, isn't it lovely?



I say, don't let her know it...



In the next balcony

is the most beautiful girl.



Oh Steerforth, what heavenly curls.



By Jove, she is pretty.

But those two hags with her...



Oh, how wonderful

if I could only speak to her.



Oh, but I never shall.



Unless something happens

like the theater catching fire.



There is a much easier way than that.



Trust an old hand.



Dear, oh dear.

My glasses.



Excuse me ma'am.



I'll find them in the interval.



In the meanwhile, allow me.



I have an excellent pair.



Thank you sir.



Is not the ballet charming?



Yes, yes indeed.



I'm afraid you can see

but half the stage.



I wonder, I dare hardly suggest it,

but, our bow has a better view.



I wonder whether I may not tempt you

and the other ladies to share.



Lorenda, do you think?



Oh, it is most irresilient.



I'm afraid Dora cannot see

the ballet too well.



I think we might venture, Emilia.



A gentleman, I'm sure.



It's too kind... too much.



Dora, come along.



Now, I trust you have an adequate view.



A pleasurable one, thank you.



Permit me.



Thank you.



Yes... yes, I've always considered

botany a fascinating subject.



One learns so much from nature.



Oh, indeed.



In the quite of the country of Norwood,



We are able to devote our lives to Dora.



I shall be riding often

in the direction of Norwood,



Miss Spenlow.

Oh, oh yes indeed.



How... how agreeable.



Oh, she's like a dove.



We have the most beautiful dove cage

at home.



Oh Miss Spendlow,

I would love to see the dove cage.



May I call?



May I call?



Would your Aunts have any objection?



Can he be so cruel as to shoot her?



Sometimes, love is cruel, Miss Spenlow.



Do you think so? Oh!



Oh! Now he's drawn his bow!



Oh dear.



Be careful!



She's escaped.



She's escaped!



Please Miss Spenlow, may I call?






If my Aunt permits.



The old sun must be amused

by the constant spectacle



Of romantic lovers.



Come along, David.



Let's take them by surprise.



Oh Steerforth,

they're very simple people.



Why, of course.

I'll be anything you please.



Comical, sentimental,

or whatever the scene suggests.



They're the best people in the world.



Why, of course they are, David.



Of course they are.



Oh, I never felt so good.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.



Master David, Master David...

David! David boy!



This is Steerforth, my friend.

Emily. Ham, how are you?



This is Emily, sir.



And this is my nephew, Ham sir,

Mr. Steerforth.



How are you?



Well, to think of you two gentlemen

coming here tonight



Under this roof.



Come here, my little pet.



Come here, my little Emily.



If this ain't the brightest night

in your Uncle's life as ever was,



Or ever will be, I'm a shellfish.



Boiled in oil, too.



Now listen mates,

there's something I got to tell you.



Hahaha, she knowed I was going to tell.



And, whatever does this

here blessed carp puller do,



But lose that there heart of his to

our little Emily.



Tonight, he makes so bold as to

ask for her hand, and she agreed.



I know that if I capsized,

and to see the town light shing



For the last time,



I'd go down quiet a thinking

there was a man ashore the iron true



To my little Emily

as long as that man lived.



I'd lay down my life for her,

Master Davy.



Why gentlemen, she's more to me than...



More to me than I'd ever want.



More to me than I can ever say.



There's a many a man

who can say it better.



No man could say it better, or

deserve happiness more than you, Ham



Ham, I give you joy.

Thank you sir.



And unless you can induce your niece

to return, I shall go.



For such a gaze at your fireside




I would make for the wealth

of the Indies.



I'll go fetch

the bright-eyed little thing.



It can't be! Davy!



Oh, my darling!



Cheers Peggotty, cheers.



What a fine young thing you are.



I... I can't see you for the feeling.



Dear Peggotty.



I'm sorry to hear about poor Mr. Barkis.



Aye, he went out with the tide,

as you may say, Davy.



Oh, he was a good and faithful man.



If your sweet mother could see you now,




Yes, Peggotty, do you remember

when she and I



Danced together in the winter twilight?



To hear the music box,

and to sleep with her under the wall.



Oh, but wait.

Steerforth, this is my beloved Peggotty.



Why Peggotty, I've known you so long.



I've known the crocodile book,



And the workbox with

St. Paul's Cathedral on the lid.



And because of what you've been

to David, I love you as he does.



I'm... Iím proud to know you sir.



And you were so good to Davy at school.



Here's the little bride.



Oh, what a good though, woman.



Gather around, young gentlemen,



I'm as rough as a sea porcipine,

but I makes you welcome.



Thank you, Mr. Peggotty.

And now I have a toast to propose.



A toast, to little Emily,

the flower of Yarmouth.



Here's to her beauty, her happiness,

and her marriage.



And here's to the one

who is to marry her,



The luckiest man in all England.



Here! Here!



"Go, fetch me some of

your father's gold.



And some of your mother's feed.



And two of the best nags

from out of the stable.



Where there stood thirty and three.



They mounted upon their milk

white steeds.



And rode them side by side.



Catch hold of my hand,

my fair pretty maid.



And I will make you my bride."



Weeks passed amid old scenes.



The Yarmonth Skipper.



Why David, you come upon me

like a reproachful ghost!



Not reproachful, Steerforth.



I've been looking at the pictures

in the fire.



Oh, I detest this mongrel hour,

neither day nor night.



What have you been doing?



I've been taking some letters

to the Postman.



What? Dora again?



Is it twice or three times a day

you write to your dear intended?



I envy you.



What is it, Littimer?



I beg your pardon sir.



I've arranged for the boat

for the summer.



I think you will find the terms




Exceedingly satisfactory.



Isn't Littimer the perfect servant,




Respectable, discreet, and a skinflint.



Thank you very much sir.



You see, I'm going to take my yachting




Oh, we'll have

a glorious summer sailing, David.



Two idle apprentices,

sailing and daydreaming.



You of your Dora,

and I...



Hang on Littimer,

when is the boat to be ready?



It's being freshly rigged sir,

and renamed.



What are you gonna call her?



The Little Emily.

Oh, won't that make Emily proud.



She's an engaging little beauty,

that girl.



But isn't that a rather chattel

headed fellow she's going to marry?



Steerforth! Don't!



Don't be terribly cynical.



I see how well you understand

these simple people,



And how perfectly you want

only their happiness.



And I admire you for it.



I believe you're honest.



I believe you're good, David.



Oh, I wish we all were.



David, if anything should ever

separate us, promise me...



You'll always think of me at my best.



You have no best with me, Steerforth.



And no worst.



Oh dear, does here it come.



A chill off and creeping up my back.



Oh, I'm a lone, lorn creature.



And everything goes contrary with me.



Oh, cheer up my pretty Mother.



No Daniel, nothing's nicer to me

than to be lone and lorn.



Oh, come on old girl.



It hasn't been so bad the past weeks.



With Master Davy and Mr. Steerforth

to keep us merry.



I know, but I'm lone and lorn.



A real sailor man, he's become

this summer, Mr. Steerforth.



Always happy just sailing along

with Ham and Emily.



There. That's for little Emily.



They burn bright and cheerful at night,

so when I'm here



And Emily's coming home,

I put the light in the window for her.



Aye, here she is.



Where's Emily?



Master Davy,

will you come outside a minute



And see what Emily

and me is gonna show you?



Ham, what's the matter?

Master Davy...



For heaven sake, tell me.



Oh, that I'd have died for her.



Would die for her now.



But she's gone.






Emily's run away.



And I pray God kill her sooner

than her come to disgrace.



You're a scholar, sir.



You know what's right and best.



What am I to say them indoors?



How am I gonna break it to him,

Master Davy?



What's a'miss?



It's Emily.



A letter sir, from Emily.



You read it sir.



Read it slow.



I... I don't knows I can understand.



"When you, who loved me so much

better than I ever have deserved,



See this, I shall be far away."



Far away.



Emily far away.



"Never to come back.



Unless he brings me back a Lady.



You that I have wronged,



Love someone that will be true to you

and worthy of you.



Tell Uncle that I never have loved him

half so much, as I do now."



Who's the man?



Master Davy, leave us a bit.



I want to know his name.



A servant came with a strange coach and

horses outside of town



This morning.

Almost before day broke.



A man was inside.



A man you know, Master Davy.



Emily went to him.






It ain't no fault of yours, Master Davy.



I'm far from leaving it onto you.



The man is Steerforth.



I'm a dead man's soul.



If I'd one thought of

what was in his mind...



Strike me down dead



I'd have drown him and thought it right.



Where you going?

I'm going to find my Emily!



Where Dan?

Anywhere! No ones stopping me!



No no no no no, Dan!



Settle a little while

until your thinking right.



Not as you are now.



Sit you down.



Give me your forgiveness Dan,

for ever haven been a wife to you.



Oh, what a most contrary's

ever been to this.



Dan, remember at the little orphan

you took in.



Now, soften your poor heart.



I forgive her.



I do forgive her.



But I must find her,

if it takes to the end of my days.



"My Dear Aunt Betsey,



I send you the first copy of

my first book.



My happiness over it's publication



Has helped me forget my disillusionment

in Steerforth.



I have a secret to confide in you.



Would you meet me at the Wickfield home

this Thursday



To discuss this..."



My dear boy.



His first work between covers at last.



And how good it is.



I knew one day the promise of

his short stories would be fulfilled.



Did you happen to glance

at the dedication?



To the dear one who has given me

courage, inspiration, and love.



Look for yourself child,

you know who that means, I suppose.



Oh no, Aunt Betsey, it couldn't.



David's always thought of me

only as a sister.



Tut tut, then why should he say

in his letter



That he has a secret to confide in me.



"A most important decision of my life.



I know it will make you happy."



Bless my soul, what's keeping him?



Is the London coach late?



Oh my dear, it's as plain as

a pike's staff.



He realizes where his happiness lies.



How I've dreamed that you and he...



Oh Aunt Betsey!



I've tried not to show it.



Aunt Betsey!




Come, come, come.



And what is the important news?



I'm in love.

Completely. Utterly.



With someone, the loveliest,

most beautiful...



Her name is Dora Spenlow.



Dora Spenlow?



I hope you've acted wisely, David.



Why? oh, she's more loving,

more adorable than



I ever dreamed anybody could be.



I'm so glad, David.



So very glad.






My good friend, Micawber.



I am too humble to be called a friend.



Aha... I must stop that.



"Wickfield & Heep"



What does this mean?



It can't be!



It is.



My friend Heep,

has advanced his personal situation.



In short, he's a partner.




Your servant.



Don't you think that Heep is

rather a peculiar partner for



Mr. Wickfield?



My dear Copperfield, all I can say

about my friend Heep is that



He has responded to

my financial appeals with generosity.



In exchange, of course, for my I.O.U...



(in exchange... I... O... U... )



He has some strange power over

Mr. Wickfield, hasn't he?



I should imagine he's made good use

of his opportunities here.



Isn't that so?



I am here in the capacity of confidence

and trust.



Therefore, allow me to suggest

that we do not discuss the affairs



Of Misters Wickfield and Heep.



I offer no offense, I hope.



As you wish.

Ah, four o'clock.



May I pour you a dish of tea?



Coming, coming Mr. Heep!

Come here, Micawber!



Excuse me, excuse me.



Dear me, what a prophet you turned out

to be Mr. Copperfield, eh?






You said I might be a partner

with Mr. Wickfield someday.






Mr. Uriah, you've been

a great help to me.



My father always used to say to me,



"Be humble Uriah, and



You'll get on if what goes down bad."



"Be humble Uriah,"

Says father, "and you'll do."



I must say, it ain't done bad.






Sh... shall we go to the drawing room,




Perhaps a little music?



Have another conic with Mr. Copperfield

and me before you go sir.



Stay a bit.



Yes, yes, I'll stay a bit.



Very well, Father.



Come fellow partner,



If I may take the liberty,

I'll give you another toast.



To the devinest of her sex, eh?



Agnes Wickfield, haha.



Oh, I know that I'm a humble individual

to give you her health,



But I admire her, adore her.



May I speak out among friends?



To be her father is a proud distinction.



But to be her husband, oh.




What's the matter with you?



Have you gone mad?

She's all I have.



Look at him, he dares...

Please sir.



Step by step, I've abandoned to him

my money, reputation,



Peace and quiet, house and home!



Oh, I kept them for you,

I kept them for you!



But now I finally see you

for what you really are! You!



Cover his mouth, Copperfield!



He might say something he'll be sorry

for afterwards,



And you'll be sorry to have heard.



Eh, fellow partner?



Let sleeping dogs lie.









Before we close the subject,



You are one to understand that



Agnes Wickfield is as far above you



And your aspirations as the moon itself.



Hmmm, you've always hated me,

Master Copperfield.



I am well aware.



Thought me too humble.



But now, I'm not going to be

pushed to the wall by someone



Who isn't humble.

All's fair in love!



It takes two to make a quarrel,



Master Copperfield.



I won't be one,

and now you know what to expect.



I expect only this from you, deceit and




Oh, Davy! Oh, beauty!



Ooo, mind Jip!



That's to punish you for

your bad behavior.



Ah Jip, oh Jippy,

to think I could be cruel.



Jippy's just so cute to her mama.



"I cannot leave of dancing,






I cannot leave of dancing,



With Jip, my little Jip. I..."



Oh, Dody!

Darling! Oh.



Dody. Mmmmm.



Oh Dody, I've been so impatient.



Dody, you've forgotten something.



Dody, you brought me a present,

What is...



Now... now, I do hope the evening's going

to go well.



And you have a good dinner for

Aunt Betsey and Mr. Dick?



Oh, you're so tiresome, Dody.



Dinner's going to be beautiful.



Oh Dody, what's in the parcel?



Come and get it.



Give me one show.



My dearest little wife.



Dody, what is it?



It's the latest cookery book.



Oh. Isn't that a clever Dody.



Oh but now we can have

the most wonderful diner.



My dear love,



I was shocked at the butcher's bill.



Where is the account book?



Oh, it's about. Somewhere.



Here's a recipe for turtle soup.



"Hang the turtle up by its hind legs,

and before it can draw



In its neck,

Cut off its head."



Oh Dody, I... I couldn't do that.



Sweet peas, now that sounds nice.



Doesn't it Jippy?

What a mess.



Dora, my life,

this is not the place for the idle.



I can't find the account book.



Try the guitar case, or... hahaha,



Oh Dody, it's in Jip's pagoda.



Why Jip, you naughty little thing.



Were you keeping the accounts?



Were you?



Oh my pet,



All these drawings of flowers and ships.



This seems to be my own likeness.



Jip, apparently, has walked over it.



And as for the accounts,

well they seem very peculiar.



I'm sure I'm very affectionate.



But those figures are so obstinate.



They will not add up.



Oh Dody, Dody don't be cross.



Don't be a naughty old blue beard.



Oh Dody, look at those wrinkles.



There! Hahahahaha...



Hahahahaha, oh my darling.



Oh, my Dody.






Now Jip, you mustn't be tiresome.



Jip tiresome?



Dear me, no. Of course not.



Oh Dody,



I bought the most beautiful

little barrel of oysters,



And the man said

that they are delicious.



Well, here they come.



They seem rather obstinate oysters.



I don't think they've been opened.



We did have the most beautiful

oyster knife, but it's lost.



Ow! Well, that finishes the oysters.



Writing a story in Monsley Pass

isn't easy.



Ah, mutton.

That's always sure to be good.



Splended, splended.

I've seen some of the illustrations.



I hope...



It seems to be all burned.



The butcher said

it was the very best mutton.



It may be the very best dear,



But unfortunately it's burnt

on one side and raw on the other!



Now... now, Jippy.



Now, now, now, now.



Well Dora!

This is a fine dinner you've given us!



Oh don't! Oh don't!



Oh dear, I shall never stand it,

never stand it,







My darling!



Dody! You won't hurt her.



I was naughty.

But it was all my fault.




Yes Dody. #No my darling.



The err was all my fault.



I've... Iíve been trying to change you,



And when I should have been trying



To relieve you of all of your cares.



Why didn't I think of it before?



Think of what, Dody?



Well, we'll send for my Peggotty.



And she shall come look after us both.



Now, my precious,

You must be weary.



No Dody, don't send me to bed. Don't.



Dody, may I ask you something?



It may be silly.



What wonderful thing is that?



I want to help

when you're so industrious.



May I...



May I hold the pens?



Yes dear.



A talking pen, might disturb my Dody.



Oh... Dody!

My darling, what is it?



What's wrong?



Master Davy. Master Davy.



What's the matter?



Dora's not worse, is she?

No, Master Davy.



She's resting comfortable.



But my brother Dan's here.

He has news of Emily!



Master Davy.



It was in Napels, by the sea,



There he wearied of her, and left her.



When she knowed she was abandoned,



Her heart died in her.



That snake, his servant, insulted her.



Told her he'd been left there

by his master to marry her.



Something cast off for a servant's use.



She tried to die by her own hand.



So he locked her up, imprisoned her.



And she, my poor lass, when night come,



She forced a window and

escaped to the shore.



She fought herself home.



Wandering on the Yarmouth beach,



She stumbled on calling out for us

who loved her.



Thinking that here was the old boat,

and there was



Her dear friends.



When morning broke, they found her.



By God's mercy, they took her in

and cared for her.



All night long, we've been together.



Her arms around my neck,

and her head laid here.



We knows full well we can put

our trust in one another forevermore.



One thing, Master Davy,

is heavy on my mind.



'Tis Ham, sir.



He was cut deep and

lost his care for life.



I've heard how in rough weather

and in danger,



He's first to follow his mates



As if he hoped the sea would take him.



Sir, would you go to Yarmouth,

as soon as maybe,



And get word to Ham.



Tell him as how Emily remembers

all his kindness.



And how she begs his forgiveness.



And says goodbye.



I'll go by the first coach.



What boat is that?



It looks like a schooner from

Spain or Portugal.



Hello Mrs. Gummidge. Where's Ham?



He's gone down there to

help with the rescue.



I must see him.



I have an important message

from Dan Peggotty.



Oh Master Davy,

don't let him do anything dangerous.



Give me a line

and I'll swim out to them!



Ham! Ham! Ham!



Be careful with the precious,

Master Davy.



Be careful. Be careful.



Everything's all ready for her.



The bed's all made and comfortable.



There you are, Jip right next to you.



There you are my darling.



Dody, look at the garden.



The blossoms are out.



Now I know I shall be well

and strong again.



And when you can run about

as you used to, we shall make Jip race.



Dody, you must take me to London

to see the Enchanted Bird again.




Of course sweetie.



Our patient seems to have borne

the journey down stairs



Remarkably well.

So I shall be on my way.



Until tomorrow, my dear.



Oh, you must allow me to see you

to the door, doctor.



Thank you.



How can we ever thank you enough?



My boy, there's something you must know.



She is better, isn't she?



She's in so much brighter spirits.




She's... she's not going to...



No David, no.

Her life's in no immediate danger.



But I cannot give you any hope

for any real recovery.



Sorry David.



Dody, come and look at our garden.



We'll be walking there soon.



I'm coming, my love.



Yes doctor?



Her strength is done.



Poor Dora.






Yes Darling?



Is... is it lonely downstairs, Dody?



You'll soon be well and strong again,

my Dora.



Ah Dody, sometimes I think...

you know it is



Always a silly little thing I thought,

that will never be.



No, no, my darling.



I'm with you.

I won't allow anything to happen to you.



Dody, I'm afraid...



I was too young.



I wasn't fit to be a wife.



We... we've always been very happy,

my sweet Dora.



I've was very happy, very.



But, as the years went on...



My dear boy would have wearied

of his child wife.



He would have realized, more and more,



What was... what was once in his home.



She wouldn't have improved.



You know Dody, it's better as it is.






Yes, my dear.



I... I want to speak to Agnes.



Let no one else come.



I want to speak to Agnes, quite alone.



Oh Dody,



You could never love your child wife



More that you do now.



And in more years, she would have...

she would have so tried



And disappointed you,

that you may not have been



Able to love her half as well.



Oh Jip, if we shall ever be again.



"Miss Agnes Wickfield




England, Kent"



"...Year has made me realize

my love of home.



I have also been perturbed by

a curious letter I have received



From Micawber about

your father's affairs,



And so I am returning to England




Yours Affectionate,




I'm sure I never signed that paper.



Oh yes Mr. Wickfield,

I can assure you that you did.



But I... I must have been out of

my mind to think I had the power.



Take it more quietly, father.



Then you'll remember.



I'm afraid Mr. Wickfield is

a little careless.



I warned him,

but he wouldn't listen to me.



I did listen!

I listened far too often!



Don't let him upset you, father.

That's right Miss Agnes,



I fancy all the same,



You'll need some help

from before you're done.



lf... if you were to suggest

to Miss Agnes that



She be a little kind to me,



We should manage the business very well.



I'm sure it would be good

for all parties.



He'll be sorry for this.



Don't despair sir.

I'll get to the bottom of this.



Micawber's the key to it.



He knows better than anyone

what Uriah's been up to it.



Oh, but he's sold his soul to Uriah,

the same as I have.



Oh, it's true, Micawber's been

strange lately.



I, myself have been worried.



But he's always been so honest, so true,



I... I can't believe he's false

until I've seen him.



Miss Trotwood, Mr. Copperfield,

and Mr. Dick.



Well isn't this...

this is an unexpected pleasure,



Miss Trotwood.



There have been some changes

in the office since



I was a humble clerk.



But I'm not changed, Miss Trotwood.



I think you're pretty constant

to the promise of your youth,



If that's any satisfaction to you.



Oh, thank you for your good opinion.



No good opinion's wasted upon you,

Uriah Heep!



Still seeking that quarrel,

Master Copperfield?



I'm seeking more than that.



Out of my way, Micawber.



What are you waiting for!

Because... because... in short I choose!



Ah, you was always a worthless fellow

as all the world knows.



It will oblige me to get rid of you.

Now you go along.



I'll talk to you presently.



If there's a scoundrel in all

this world with who I've talked



Too much, that scoundrel's name is Heep!



Oh, I see. A conspiracy, eh?



Well, we understand each other,

you and me.



There's no love between us.



You was always a puppy with

a proud stomache



When you first come in here.

You envy me rise.



You'll make nothing of this!

I'll match you!



Mr. Micawber, there's a change

in this fellow



That assures me we're right.

Deal with him as he deserves.



Ah, precious set of people ain't you,



Trying to buy me clerk over!



The very scum,

as you yourself was before



Copperfield before anyone

had charity on you!



Miss Wickfield, if you have

any love for your father,



Don't you join them,



Because if you do, I'll ruin him!






Miss Wickfield, Mr. Wickfield,

and others whom it may concern!



In denouncing

the most consummate villain



That ever existed,



I ask no consideration for myself,



But I declare that Heep,

and Heep only of the firm



Wickfield and Heep,

Is a forger and cheat!



Liar! Give me those. Ah!



I'll get even with you for this!

You want to carry out my orders!



You're in it as much as I!

Approach me, approach me,



You... you... you heep of infamy!



And if your head is human,

I'll break it!



I cast off your yoke!



I defy you!

Come on! Come on! Come on!



My charges against Heep are as follows:






He has caused Mr. Wickfield to sign



Documents of importance

representing them as of no importance.



Thereby, empowering Heep to

draw out trust money.



Prove this you Copperfield,

or in good time



Thank you.



Heep, has systematically forged

to various books



And documents the signature

of Mr. Wickfield.



I have in my possession

several imitations of



Mr. Wickfields signature,



The work of this monster Heep!



I have now concluded,



And although poverty and

imprisonment may follow,



I trust the labor of

these investigations may be



As a sprinkling of sweet water

upon my funeral pile.



I ask no more,

but in the name of justice,



Let it be said of me,

as of a gallant naval hero,



That what I have done,



I did for England, home and beauty.



Yours et cetera, et cetera,

et cetera, Wilkins Micawber.



The books!



The books are gone!



Who stole the books!

I did!



When you gave me the keys

this morning as usual.



Don't be uneasy,

they're in my possession.



I'll take care of them.

Oh so, you receive stolen goods, do you?



In these circumstances, yes.



Hmmm. What do you want done?



I'll tell you what must be done.



Mr. Wickfield, please.



First, the deed of partnership

must be given over to me, now. Here.



Supposing I haven't got it.



But you have, therefore,

we won't suppose that.



Then you must return the bonds

you've taken, and all the money



You've appropriated to the last penny.



All the partnership books and papers

must remain in our possession.



Hmm, must I?

I don't know about that.



I must have time to think about it.




In the meantime, you may wish to

repose in Mason jail.



Mr. Dick, will you go around and

get a couple of officers.



With the greatest pleasure.



Oh, no, no, now, don't let us be hasty.



Don't let us be hasty.



Master Copperfield, We've lost

our tempers perhaps.



Allow me to bend.



I'm a very humble person,

Master Copperfield.



I have no wish to rise above my place.



The keys?



Is that all, Master Copperfield?






Then I humbly beg to wish you

all a very good day.



Goodness me,

who is that David's bringing home?



I must speak plainly, Agnes.



After Dora died,



I went away lonely and miserable.



I stayed away realizing my need of you.



I've returned loving you.



David, the night that Dora died,



I was alone with her if you remember.



The last thing that she asked me was

that I should take her place.



I've loved you all my life.



Heh, high time, too.



Eh, Mr. Dick?



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