Great Expectations Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Great Expectations Script



My father's family name

being Pirrup,



and my christian name Philip,



my infant tongue

could make of both names



nothing longer

or more explicit than Pip.



So I called myself Pip



and came to be called Pip.



Keep still, you little devil,

or I'll cut your throat.



No, sir, no.



Tell us your name. Quick.



Pip. Pip, sir.



Show us where you live.

Point out the place.



There, sir, there.



Now, where's your mother?



There, sir.



No, sir. There, sir.



Also Georgiana,

that's my mother.



- Is that your father, alonger her?

- Yes, sir, late of this parish.



Who do you Live with, supposing

you are kindly let Live?



With my sister, Mrs. Gargery,

wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith.



Blacksmith, eh?



Now lookee here...

You know what a file is?



Yes, sir.



- Do you know what whittles are?

- Yes, sir. Food, sir.



Get me a file and whittles or

I'll have your heart and Liver out.



If you would kindly

Let me keep upright, sir,



perhaps I shouldn't be sick

and perhaps I could attend more.



Bring that file and them whittles

to this churchyard tomorrow morning.



- Yes, sir.

- And never dare to say a word



- of having seen such a person.

- No, sir.



If you do your heart and Liver shall

be tore out and roasted and ate.



There's a young man hid with me.



In comparison with him

I'm an angel.



That young man has a secret way of

getting at a boy and his Liver.



A boy may lock his door

and he may be warm in bed,



but that young man will softly creep

his way to him and tear him open.



Say "Heaven strike

me dead if I don't."



Heaven strike me dead if I don't.



Now you know what

you have promised, young man.



- Get off home.

- Goodnight, sir.



Hello, Joe!



Mrs. Joe's been out a dozen times

looking for you, Pip.



She's out again now,

making it a baker's dozen.



- Is she?

- And what's worse,



she's got Tickler with her, Pip. she

got up and made a grab at Tickler



and she rampaged out, Pip,



and rampaged out.

She's a-coming.



Get behind the door, old chap.

And get the towel betwixt you.



You... young...






Now then, where have you been?



I've only been

to the churchyard.



You'd have been in the churchyard

long ago if it hadn't been for me.



It's bad enough being a blacksmith's

wife without being a second mother to you.



Churchyard, indeed. You'll be

having me there one of these days.



Get to the table.






Was that great guns, Joe?



Yes, there's another convict off.



- What does that mean, Joe?

- Oh, escaped. Escaped.



One escaped last night,

they fired a warning of him.



This must be a second one.



- Where does the firing come from?

- Drat the boy. Ask no questions...



Mrs. Joe, I should Like to know,



if you wouldn't much mind,

where the firing comes from.



Bless the boy,

from the hulks of course.



Oh, hulks.

Please, what's Hulks?



There you go. Answer him one

question and he'll ask you a dozen.



Hulks are prison ships

right across there.



I wonder who's

put into prison ships



and why they're put there.



People are put into prison ships

because they murder and forge



and rob and do

all sorts of bad things.



And they always start

by asking too many questions.



Now, get on with your supper

and get off to bed.



A boy may be warm in bed.



He may pull the clothes

right over his head.



But that young man will

softly creep his way to him



- and tear him open.

- No.



Wake up, Mrs. Joe.



Wake up.



Mrs. Joe, wake up.



You're a thief, Pip.



You're a thief, Pip.



You'll be sent to the hulks.



- A boy with somebody else's brandy.

- With somebody else's file.



With somebody else's pork pie.



Stop him!



Hello, young thief.



I couldn't help it, sir.






- You brought no-one with you?

- No, sir.



- Nor give no-one the word to follow?

- No, sir.



- What's in the bottle, boy?

- Brandy.



I think you've

got the ague, sir.



I'm much of your opinion, boy.



I'm glad you enjoy it.



I said I'm glad you enjoy it.



Thankee, boy. I do.



Aren't you going

to leave any of it for him?




Who's him?



The young man you spoke of.



Oh, him.

No, he don't want no food.



He Looked as if he did.






- When?

- Just now.



- Where?

- Over there.



Did you notice

anything about him?



He had a big scar on his face.



- Not... not here?

- Yes, there.



Give us hold

of that file, boy.



If you're not wanting me, sir,



we have company for dinner.



- And my sister will be up early.

- Thankee, boy. Thankee.



This boy ought to be

truly grateful, ma'am,



for the princely dinner

you have set before him.



Do you hear what

uncle Pumblechook says? Be grateful.



Why is it the young

are never grateful?



- Naturally vicious.

- True. True.



And now to finish with,



I want you all to taste

the delicious, delightful gift



of uncle Pumblechook's.

It's a pie.



A savoury pork pie.



A savoury pork pie!



Let's have a cut of this pie, Mrs.

Joe, and we'll try to do it justice.



Clean plates. cold.

I Always say



that a bit of savoury

pork pie will lay atop



of anything you may care

to mention and



- do no harm.

- What's the matter, boy?



Nothing, sir.



I should say not.



Enjoying yourself with your elders

and betters, improving yourself



with their conversation.



Now then, son, where

do you think you're off to?



Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but

I'm on a chase in the King's name.



- I want the blacksmith.

- What might you want him for, pray?



Missus, speaking for myself

I should reply



the honour and pleasure

of his fine wife's acquaintance.



Speaking for the King,

I answer a little job done.



You see, blacksmith, we've had

an accident with these,



and as they are wanted

for immediate service,



- Will you throw your eye over them?

- Convicts, sergeant?



Aye, two.



- Have you seen anything of them?

- Heavens preserve us, no.



No, we haven't seen them, no.



Well, we'll find 'em.



Platoon, fall in!



Platoon, attention!



Shoulder arms!



Left turn!



Platoon, march!



If that boy comes back here with his

head blown to bits by a musket,



don't Look to me

to put it together again.



I hope we don't find them, Joe.



I'd give a shilling

if they'd cut and run, Pip.



Come on.




Convicts escaping!



- Come on!

- Help!



This way!







Over here, quickly!



This way!



This way!



Help! Help!



Convicts escaping!



Don't forget.

I took him.



I give him up to ye.

Don't forget that.



Be quiet.

He tried to murder me.



Me try to murder him!



I kept him from getting

off these marshes.



I could have got clear,



then I discovered he was here.



Let him go free

and make a fool of me again?



Let me. Let me.



Make ready. Present. Fire!






You're expected on board.



Come on.



Light those torches.



Get aboard, you!



Torch bearers!



I wish to say something

respecting this escape.



It might prevent some persons

Lying under suspicion alonger me.



What is it?



I took some food from

the blacksmith's near the village.



Over yonder.



It was a dram of Liquor

and a pie.



Do you happen to have missed such

an article as a pie, blacksmith?



My wife did,

the very moment you came in.



Oh, so you're

the blacksmith, are you?



Then I'm sorry

to say I... I've eat your pie.



Oh, you're welcome to it

as far as ever it were mine.



We don't know what

you've done, but



we wouldn't have you starve

to death for it, would us, Pip?



Give way, you.



Over there.



It was a year later.






Now if that boy ain't Grateful

this day, he never will be.



It's to be hoped

he won't be pampered.



Not by Miss Havisham, ma'am.



- she knows better.

- Do you know who Miss Havisham is?



- Yes.

- Who?



- The strange Lady in the big house.

- But she's mad, ain't she?



She may be mad but she's rich

enough to make the boy's fortune.



She wants him

to go and play there.



And he had better go

and play there or I'll work him.



I wonder how she came

to know our Pip.



Oh! Lor-a-missy me.



Here I stand talking

to mooncalves



and Uncle Pumblechook

waiting and that boy



grimed with dirt from the crown of

his head to the soles of his feet.



Ring the bell, boy.



- Name?

- Pumblechook.



Quite right.



- Can you read the time, boy?

- Yes, sir.



A quarter past three.



Punctual to the minute.

Let that be a lesson to you.



This is Pip.



So this is Pip, is it?



Come in, Pip.



Do you wish to see Miss Havisham?



- If Miss Havisham wishes to see me.

- Ah, but you see, she doesn't.



Come along, boy.



Your clock has stopped, Miss.

It should be a quarter past three.



Don't loiter, boy.



Come along, boy.



Take your hat off.



This door, boy.



- After you, Miss.

- Don't be silly. I'm not coming in.



Come in.



- Who is it?

- Pip, ma'am.






Mr. Pumblechook's boy.

Come to play.



Come nearer.



Let me Look at you.



Come closer.



Look at me.



You aren't afraid of a woman

who has never seen the sun



since you were born?






Do you know what I touch...






- Your heart.

- Broken.



Sometimes I have sick fancies.



And I have a fancy

I would Like to see someone play.









Estella. come here.



Your own one day, my dear,



and you will use it well.



Let me see you play

with this boy.



With this boy?



But he's a common labouring boy.

Look at his boots.




You can break his heart.



What do you play, boy?



- Only Beggar My Neighbour, Miss.

- Beggar him!



- Four for the ace.

- One for a jack.



He calls the knaves

jacks, this boy.



What coarse hands he has.



You stupid, clumsy

Labouring boy.



She says many hard things of you,



but you say nothing of her.



What do you think of her?



I don't Like to say.



Tell me, in my ear.



I think she is very proud.



Anything else?



I think she is very pretty.



Anything else?



- I think she is very insulting.

- Anything else?



I think I should

Like to go home now.



And never see her again,

even though she is so pretty?



I'm not sure that I shouldn't

Like to see her again,



but I should Like to go home now.



You shall go home soon.

Play the game out.



Wait here, boy.



Why don't you cry?



- I don't want to.

- You do, and you're near crying now.



Long after I had gone to bed

that night, I thought of Estella.



And how common she would consider

Joe, a mere blacksmith.



I thought how he and my sister

were sitting in the kitchen



and how Miss Havisham and Estella

never sat in a kitchen



but were far above

the level of such things.



The following week...



You are to come

this way today, boy.



Well, I'm sure.

What next?



- Well?

- Well, Miss?



Am I pretty?



Yes, I think

you are very pretty.



Am I insulting?



No. Not so much so

as you were Last time.



- Not so much?

- No.



Now take that,

you coarse little monster.



What do you think of me now?



I shan't tell you.



Because you're going to tell

upstairs, is that it?



No, that's not it.



Why don't you cry again,

you little wretch?



I shall never cry for you again.



In there, boy.



So the days

have worn away, have they?



- Yes, ma'am. Today...

- There, there.



I know nothing of the days of

the week or the weeks of the year.



Do you know what that is?






- I can't guess what it is, ma'am.

- It was a great cake, a bride cake.






On this day of the year

Long before you were born,



that heap of decay

was brought here.



It and I have worn away together.



The mice have gnawed at it,



but sharper teeth than theirs

have gnawed at me.



There, there.



Walk me.



Walk me, walk me.



- Dear Miss Havisham.

- Good morning.



How well you Look.



I do not Look well, Sarah Pocket.



I am yellow, skin and bone.



These, Pip, are my relations,



the Pockets.



They are very particularly

interested in my health.



So once a year on my birthday,

I summon them to visit me.



- Many ha...

- There.



Pip, my dear, run into

the garden and play.



Estella will tell you

when to come back.



Yes, ma'am.



Hello, young fellow!






Who gave you leave

to prowl about?



Miss Estella.



Come and fight.



Oh, just a moment though, I ought to

give you a reason for fighting too.



There it is...

Come on.



Are you satisfied

with the ground?



Quite satisfied, thank you.












That means you've won.



- Can I Help you?

- No, thankee. I'm quite All right.



- Good afternoon then.

- Same to you.









Yes, Miss?



You may kiss me if you Like.



Now you are to go home.



Three months later



my sister became ill



and was buried in the churchyard

on the marshes.



The occasion was marked for me not

so much by the passing of Mrs. Joe,



but by the arrival of Biddy.



Very soon she became

a trusted friend of both of us



and a blessing to the household.



Biddy, I want you to Help me.



Don't I Help you, Pip?



Oh, yes, you Help me

with my letters and figures,



but this is a secret.



Oh, what is it?









I want to be a gentleman.



A gentleman?



I shouldn't if I were you, Pip.



I don't think it would answer.



Biddy, I have a particular reason

for wanting to be a gentleman.



Well you know best, Pip, but



don't you think

you're happier as you are?



I'm not happy as I am.



I'm coarse and common.



Coarse and common, are you, Pip?

Who said so?



The beautiful young lady

at Miss Havisham's.



And I want to be

a gentleman on her account.



- Who have we here?

- A boy.



- A boy from the neighbourhood, eh?

- Yes, sir.



- How did you come here?

- Miss Havisham sent for me, sir.



Well behave Yourself. I have

a pretty large experience of boys



and you are a bad lot of fellows.

Now mind you behave Yourself.



Yes, sir.



Take this in there, boy.



- Yes, Miss.

- From this moment



I entered upon the occupation of

pushing Miss Havisham in her chair.



As we became to be

used to one another,



Miss Havisham



asked me questions as to what I had

learnt and what I was going to be.



Estella was always there

and always let me in and out,



but never told me

I might kiss her again.



Sometimes she would

coldly tolerate me



and other times

she told me energetically...



I hate you.



My admiration of her

knew no bounds



and scarcely a night went by



without my falling asleep with the

image of her face before my eyes.



One day...



Does she grow prettier

and prettier, Pip?



Yes, Miss Havisham.



There, there.



That's All till next time.



Miss Havisham.



I can't come next time.



That's sad news, Pip.

Why not?



Tomorrow is my birthday

and I'm fourteen.



And you start your apprenticeship

with the Blacksmith, do you not?



Yes, Miss Havisham.



Why so glum, Pip?



Are you not excited

by your new venture?



I used to think I would be,

but I'm not now.






Here are some golden sovereigns.



A gift from me.



- Thank you, Miss Havisham.

- Do with them what you please.



You've earned them well.



Thank you.



Come and see me

on your next birthday.



- Yes, Miss Havisham.

- Estella, show him out.



Goodbye, Miss Havisham.



Goodbye, Pip.



You had better say goodbye

to me because I'm going away too.



- Going away?

- Yes.



I'm going to France

to be educated for a lady.



- To be educated for a lady?

- Yes.






Aren't you sorry I'm going?



Yes, Estella.

I'm very sorry.



I wish I knew when you

were coming back. I wish...



- What do you wish?

- I wish I could kiss you goodbye.



My boyhood had ended



and my life

as a blacksmith began.



It was in the sixth year

of my apprenticeship



and it was a Friday night.



Are you the Blacksmith

by name Joseph or Joe Gargery?



Yes, sir.



Have you an apprentice commonly

known as Pip? Is he here?



I'm Pip, sir.



- So you're Pip?

- Yes, sir.



My name is Jaggers.

I'm a lawyer in London.



I wish to have a private

conference with you two.



We had better go into the house.



Now, Joseph Gargery.



I am the bearer of an offer to

relieve you of this young fellow.



You would not object to cancel his

apprenticeship for his own good?



You would want

nothing for so doing?



Heaven forbid I should want anything

for not standing in Pip's way.



Very well then.

I come now to this young fellow.



And my communication to him

is that he has great expectations.



I am instructed

to communicate to him



that he will come into

a handsome property.



Further, it is at the desire of the

present possessor of the property



that he shall be immediately removed

from his present sphere of life



and from this place and brought up

as befits a young gentleman



of great expectations.



Now, Mr. Pip, you are

to understand that



it is at the request of the person

from whom I take my instructions



that you Always

bear the name of Pip.



If you have any objection,

now is the time to mention it.



No... I... have no objections.



I should think not, indeed.



Secondly, Mr. Pip,



you are to understand that the name

of the person who is your benefactor



is to remain a profound secret



until the person

chooses to reveal it.



If you have any suspicion as to

whom that person might be,



keep that suspicion

within your own breast.



If you have any objections,

now is the time to mention it.



Speak out.



I... have no objection.



Now, Mr. Pip, kindly

consider me your guardian.



I... Thank you, sir.



I am well paid for my services,

otherwise I would not render them.



I have arranged for you to go

to London in a week's time.



You will need

some new clothes.



They should not

be working clothes.



Twenty guineas.



Well, Joseph Gargery,

you Look dumbfounded.



I am.



Then goodnight, Mr. Gargery.



- Goodnight, Pip.

- Goodnight, sir.






A young gentleman



of great expectations.









This is a very gay figure, Pip.



I start for London tomorrow, Miss

Havisham, and I thought you would



- not mind my taking leave of you.

- Well?



I have come into such good fortune

since I saw you Last and I am



so Grateful for it.



I have seen Mr. Jaggers, Pip.



I have heard All about it.



- So you go tomorrow.

- Yes, Miss Havisham.



And you are adopted

by a rich person.



Not married?



No, Miss Havisham.



- And Mr. Jaggers is your guardian.

- Yes, Miss Havisham.



- Is Est...?

- Abroad.



Prettier than ever,



and admired by All who see her.



And you too have

a promising career before you.



- Be good, Pip, and deserve it.

- Yes, Miss Havisham.



You will Always keep

the name of Pip, you know.



Yes, Miss Havisham.



Goodbye, Pip.






Goodbye, Joe.



God bless you, dear Old Pip.

God bless you.



- Goodbye, Biddy.

- Goodbye, Pip.



One day I'll come

and see you in London, Pip,



and then what larks, eh?






Goodbye to you.



Hey, London.



Excuse me, please.

Is Mr. Jaggers at home?



He is not.

He's in court at present.



- Am I addressing Mr. Pip?

- Yes, I'm Mr. Pip.



Mr. Jaggers left word would you wait

in this room. come this way, please.



He wouldn't say how Long he might

be, but it stands to reason,



his time being valuable,

he won't be longer than he can Help.



Go and wait outside, Mike.



- I hope I'm not interrupting.

- Certainly not.



- Your first time in London, Mr. Pip?

- Yes, sir.



I was new here once.

Rum to think of it now.



- Whose likeness is that?

- That?



This is our most famous client.

Got us a world of credit.



This chap murdered his master

and didn't plan it badly.



Is it Like him?



Like him?

It is him, you know.



This cast was made in Newgate

directly he was taken down.



Your man comes on this afternoon,

have you got the witness?



- Yes, Mr. Jaggers.

- Wait here.



- Mr. Pip's here.

- Good.



- So you arrived safely, Mr. Pip.

- Good morning, Mr. Jaggers.



Ah, we shall soon settle you.



Wemmick, Mr. Pip's File.



Wemmick here will conduct you



to Mr. Herbert Pocket's

rooms in Barnards Inn,



where you will Live.

Oh, sit down, Mr. Pip, sit down.



Mr. Pocket will be able to give you

a good lead as to the places



in London with which

you should become acquainted.



- I take it that that is agreeable.

- Yes, Mr. Jaggers.



Ah, next, money.



Your allowance will be

    pounds per annum.



Which means that you will

draw from Wemmick here



the sum of sixty-five pounds

ten shillings per quarter.



A very handsome sum

of money too, I think.



- Do you consider it so?

- How could I do otherwise?



- Ah, but answer the question.

- Undoubtedly, Mr. Jaggers.






Get out.



Here is a list of the tradespeople

with whom you may run up an account.



- Take Mr. Pip to Barnards Inn.

- Yes, sir.



I shall check the bills and pull you

up if I see you getting on too well.



Of course, you'll go wrong somehow,

but that's no fault of mine.



Goodbye and good luck, Mr. Pip.



- Thank you, sir.

- Mike!



Mr. Wemmick, I don't quite know

what to make of Mr. Jaggers.



He don't mean that you should

know what to make of him.



Deep, that's what he is.

As Australia.



- Who was that he shouted at?

- Oh, his housekeeper, name of Molly.



He got her off

on a murder charge.



Murder? Isn't he frightened

of having her about?



Not him. when you come to see us

again, take a good Look at her.



Shall I see

anything very uncommon?



You'll see a wild beast tamed.

Keep your eye on it.



Here we are.

Pocket's on the first floor.



- You don't want me any more?

- Er, no, thank you, Mr. Wemmick.



As I keep the cash, we shall

most likely meet pretty often.



Very Glad, I'm sure,

to make your acquaintance.



- Good day.

- Good day, sir.



Mr. Pip?



Mr. Pocket?



I'm extremely sorry. But the fact

is I've been out on your account,



for I thought that coming from the

country, you might Like some fruit.



- I went to covent Garden to get it.

- Thank you. It's very nice of you.



Can I take the parcels?



It sticks, you know.



Pray come in.



This is the sitting room.



Rather musty,

but Barnards is musty.



I'm afraid I'm rather bare here.



Now, that's my little bedroom.



And this is yours.

Come in.



- Oh, it's very nice.

- The furniture's specially hired.



- Oh, I hope...

- Dear me. I beg your pardon.



You are holding the fruit All

this time. I feel quite ashamed.



You will be very quiet here and



we shall be along together,

but I dare say we shan't fight.



Fight! I knew I'd seen



you before. You are the Pale Young

Gentleman from Miss Havisham's.



Bless me.

And you are the Prowling Boy.



- The idea of it being you...

- Well, the idea of it being you.



I hope you'll forgive me for

having knocked you about so.



Oh, of course.



You hadn't come into your good

fortune at that time, had you?



I was rather on the lookout

for good fortune then.






If Miss Havisham had taken a liking

to me, I'd have been provided for.



Perhaps I should even

have been engaged to Estella.



But I didn't care much for it.

She's a Tartar.



- Who? Miss Havisham?

- I meant Estella.



You know she was adopted

and brought up



by Miss Havisham to wreak revenge

on All the male sex?



Wreak revenge on the male sex?

What revenge?



Heavens, Mr. Pip,

I thought you knew.



Dear me, it is quite a story,



- and it shall be saved till dinner.

- shall I take your cane?



Thank you.



And your hat.



- Herbert?

- Yes, my dear Pip.



As I have been brought up

by a Blacksmith,



I'd take it as

a great kindness if you'd



give me a hint when

I go wrong in my manners.



With Pleasure, though I should guess

you need very few hints.



Thank you very much. Now



- tell me more of Miss Havisham.

- Ah, yes, Miss Havisham.



But Let me point out the topic

that in London it is not the custom



to put the knife in the mouth

for fear of accidents.



It's scarcely worth mentioning, Only

it's as well to do as others do.



- I must apologise. Thank you.

- Not at All, I'm sure.



Now, Miss Havisham

was an heiress,



and, as you may well suppose,

was looked upon as a great match.



Well, one day there appeared

on the scene a certain man.



I never saw him for this

was twenty-five years ago.



But he pursued her closely and

professed to be devoted to her,



and there is no doubt that she

fell passionately in love with him.



Which brings me to

the cruel part of the story.



Merely breaking off,

my dear Pip, to remark



that it is not considered necessary

to fill the mouth to its capacity.



- Sorry, thank you.

- Not at All, I'm sure.



The marriage day was arranged,



the wedding dresses were bought,

the wedding guests were invited.



The day came, but not

the bridegroom. He wrote a letter.



Which she received when she was

dressing for her wedding at  .  ?






So that was why

she stopped the clocks.



And when she recovered from a bad

illness, she laid the place waste,



as you have seen it, and has never

since looked upon the light of day.






you said that



Estella was not related to

Miss Havisham but Only adopted.



- When adopted?

- There has Always been an Estella



since I have heard of

a Miss Havisham.



I know no more.



So Pip, All I know about

Miss Havisham, you know.



But Let us change

to brighter prospects.



Let us drink to London

and a very happy future.



To London



and a very happy future.



Three, four...

All together, Mr. Pip.



That's right. That's better.



Much better.

Enjoy Yourself.









Forgive me, Herbert.



Carry on, Pip, carry on.



And so if I could buy some new

furniture and one or two other



things, I think I would be quite

at home at Barnards Inn.



I knew you'd get on.

How much do you want?



- Twenty pounds.

- Wemmick!



Well, Pip.



I should say

you were at home.



- Herbert?

- Yes?



- We have done very badly.

- Very badly.



Thank heaven for my birthday.



- Good morning, Mr. Pip.

- Good morning.



- Good morning.

- Morning.



- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Mr. Wemmick.



Come in.



- Mr. Pip, sir.

- Come in.



Twenty-one, eh, Pip?



I must call you Mr. Pip today.



- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Mr. Jaggers.



Sit down.



Now, my young friend,

I'm going to have a word with you.



If you please, sir.



What do you suppose

you are living at the rate of?



At the rate of, Mr. Jaggers?



The rate of.



I'm... I'm afraid

I am unable to answer.



I thought so. But I have asked you

a question, my friend.



- Have you anything to ask me?

- Well...



It would be a great relief to ask

you several, were it not forbidden.



Ask one.



Is my benefactor

to be made known to me today?



No. Ask another.



Well, I...



I was just wondering if

I had anything to receive.



I thought we should

come to that. Wemmick!



Mr. Pip, you have been

spending pretty freely of late,



and you are in debt, of course.



I'm afraid I must say yes, sir.



You know you must

say yes, don't you?



- Yes, sir.

- Wemmy,



hand Mr. Pip that piece of paper.



Now, unfold it

and tell me what it is.



It is a bank note

for     pounds.



That is a bank note for     pounds,



and at the rate of

that handsome sum per annum,



and at no higher rate,



you are to Live until

your benefactor appears.



Will it... will it still be

years hence, Mr. Jaggers?



When that person discloses,



you and that person

will settle your own affairs.



My part of the business

will cease.



That is all I have to say.

Wemmick, show Mr. Pip out.



Thank you, Mr. Jaggers.



My dear Mr. Pip,



My dear Mr. Pip,



Mr. Gargery is going to London



and would be glad,

if you are agreeable,



to be allowed to see you.



He would call Tuesday morning

at nine o'clock.



We talk of you

in the kitchen every night



and wonder what

you are saying and doing.



No more, dear Mr. Pip,



from your ever obliged

and affectionate servant,






As I watched Joe



that Tuesday morning



grotesquely in a new suit,



let me confess



that if I could have kept him

away by paying money,



I certainly would have paid money.



In trying to become a gentleman



I had succeeded

in becoming a snob.






How are you, Joe?






How are you, Pip?



Come in, Joe.



Well, Joe, I am glad to see you.



Pip, dear old chap,

you've growed and you've swelled,



and you've gentlefolked

as to be sure



you're an honour

to your king and country.



And you, Joe, look wonderfully well.

Give me you hat.



Herbert, This is Mr. Joe Gargery.

Joe, Mr. Herbert Pocket.



- How do you do, Mr. Gargery?

- Your servant, sir.



- Won't you sit down?

- Thank you kindly, sir.



Will you take tea

or coffee, Mr. Gargery?



Oh, thank you kindly, sir.



I'll take whichever is

most agreeable to yourself.



- What do you say to coffee?

- Thank you kindly, sir.



Since you are so good as

to make choice of coffee,



I'll not run

contrary to your opinion,



but don't you find that

rather heating?



Take tea then.



Pip, if Mr. Gargery

will excuse me,



I will go down to the porter's lodge

and fetch the morning's letters.



Thank you kindly, sir.



- Us two being now alone, sir...

- Joe, how can you call me sir?



Us two being now alone, Pip,



I will mention what has led to

my having the present honour.



Miss Havisham

has recently sent



- for me.

- Miss Havisham, Joe?



"Would you tell

Mr. Pip," she says,



"that I wish to see him at once,



for I have something

most particular to disclose to him."



I see.



Well, I have now

concluded, sir and Pip.



I wish you ever well



and ever prospering to a greater

and greater height.



But you are not going now, Joe?



Yes, I am.



Well, you will be

coming back for dinner?



Oh no, Pip, old chap.



You and me is not two figures

to be together in London.



I'm wrong in these clothes, Pip.



I'm wrong out of the forge and out

of the kitchen, off the marshes.



- But Joe...

- You won't find half so much fault



with me if you think

of me as Joe the blacksmith.






God bless you,

dear old Pip, old chap.



God bless you.



All that day



Joe's simple dignity

filled me with reproach.



And next morning I began

the journey to our town,



knowing that I should sleep

that night at the forge.



But as the miles went by,



I became less convinced of this,



and I invented reasons

and excuses for not doing so.



Joe, Pip's here.



Oh, we didn't expect you, Pip.



Pip, your bed's not ready.



We thought for certain

you'd be staying in the town.



You must stay in the town.



Gentlemen always stay

at the Blue Boar.



Blue Boar, Rochester.



All other swindlers upon earth



are nothing to the self-swindler.



And with such pretences

did I cheat myself.



Surely a curious thing.



Come in, Pip.



How do you do?



How do you do, Miss Havisham?



You kiss my hand

as if I were a queen.






I thought that you were so kind as

to wish to see me, Miss Havisham.









Well, Pip.



This is an unexpected pleasure.

I did not think to find you here.



You two will have a lot

to say to each other.



Go out into the garden, both

of you, and walk and talk together.



I was a strange little creature to

hide and watch you fight that day.



But I did,

and I enjoyed it very much.



- You rewarded me very much.

- Did I?



Don't you remember?



I remember I entertained

a great objection to your opponent.



I took it ill that he should be

brought here to pester me.



He and I are great friends now.



I imagine that since

your change of fortune



you have naturally

changed your companions.



Oh, yes, naturally.



Do you remember

the first time I came here,



the time you made me cry?



Did I?

I don't remember.



Not remember you made me cry?



You meant nothing to me,

why should I remember?



You must know, Pip,

that I have no heart.



Perhaps that's why

I have no memory.



No-one looking at you

could believe that.



Oh, I have a heart to be

stabbed at, or shot at, but



you know what I mean. There's no

sympathy, no softness, no sentiment.



If we are to be thrown much together

you had better believe that at once.



I cannot believe it, Estella.



Very well.

It's said, at any rate.



But remember how

I have been brought up and



don't expect too much of me.



Come, Pip.



You shall not shed tears

for my cruelty today.



We'll go just once more

round the garden and then go in.



Miss Havisham will be expecting

you at your old post.



Is she beautiful,



graceful, well-grown?



- Do you admire her, Pip?

- Everyone must who see her.



She is going to London soon

and you shall meet her there.



I shall be the happiest man

in London, Miss Havisham.



Love her.



If she favours you,



love her.



If she tears

your heart to pieces,



love her.



I adopted her to be loved.

I developed her into...



As punctual as ever, Jaggers.



As punctual as ever.



How do you do, Pip?

And what are you doing here?



Miss Havisham wished me

to see Estella, Mr. Jaggers.



A fine young lady.



Shall I give you

a ride, Miss Havisham?



Once round?



A very fine young lady, Pip.



- Estella!

- Pip!



How nice to see you, Estella.



My lesson from

Miss Havisham is this.



There are two Richmonds,

one in Surrey and one in Yorkshire.



Mine is the Surrey Richmond.



The distance is    miles and you are

to take me there. Here is my purse.



- No, no.

- No, you must take it.



We are not free to follow

our own devices, you and I.



The carriage is ordered

for half an hour from now



and tea is ordered

to while away that half hour.



- Does that please m'lady?

- The tea will please her greatly.



Why are you going

to Richmond, Estella?



I am going to live,

at a great expense,



with a lady there who has

the power, or says she has,



of taking me about and introducing

me and showing people to me,



- and showing me to people.

- You will be much admired.



You must look forward

to that, Estella.



It is part of

Miss Havisham's plan for me, Pip.



I shall not take great pleasure in

events in which I do not shape,



but I will be beautiful

and I will be gay,



and I will be obedient and

I will write regularly of my gaiety.



Will you always be part

of Miss Havisham's plan, Estella?



And do you thrive

with Mr. Pocket, Pip?



Yes indeed.



We have left Barnards Inn

and moved to the Temple.



I live quite pleasantly

there, at least...



At least?



As pleasantly as

I could anywhere



away from you.



All through that summer



I saw a great deal of Estella

and I was very happy.



Until I realised,

somewhat uncomfortably,



that she had many admirers.



It was not until the winter

that fate threw her in the way...



of Bentley Drummel.



- Are you tired, Estella?

- Rather, Pip.



You should be.



Say rather

I should not be, Pip,



for I have my letter to write to

Miss Havisham before I go to bed.



Recounting tonight's triumph?

Surely a very poor one, Estella.



I don't know what you mean.

I didn't know there had been any.



My lords, ladies and gentlemen...



This is our dance, Estella.



Pray take

your places for the next






Estella, look at Drummel.



He never takes his eyes off you.



Why should I look at him?



Is there anything in Drummel

that I need to look at?



That's the question

I want to ask you.



He has been hovering

about you for weeks.



Moths and all sorts of ugly

creatures hover about a candle.



Can the candle help it?



My lords, ladies and gentlemen,



pray take your partners

for the Spanish polka.



Everybody dislikes him,

you must know that.



There is nothing

to recommend him but money



and a ridiculous roll

of addle-headed ancestors.



It makes me wretched

to see you encourage him.



Does it?



You give him looks and smiles

such as you never give to me.



Do you want me then

to deceive and entrap you?



Do you deceive

and entrap him, Estella?



Yes, and many others.



All of them but you.



Who do you want?



Mr. Pip.



I am Mr. Pip.



What is your business?



My business?



Ah, yes...



I will explain my business

by your leave.



Do you...



Do you wish to come in?



Yes, I wish to come in, master.



Now perhaps you will

explain your visit?



It is disappointing to a man

after having looked forward



so distant

and come so far.



- But you are not to blame for that.

- What do you mean?



I will speak in half a minute,

give me half a minute, please.



There's no-one nigh, is there?



Why do you ask that question?



Oh, you're a game one.



I'm glad you growed up

to be a game one.



Now I know who you are.



The churchyard...

The churchyard on the marshes.



You are the convict

I gave the food to.



You acted nobly, my boy,

noble Pip, and I never forgot it.



If you are grateful to me

for what I did when I was a child,



and if you have come

to thank me, there is no need.



However, since you

have found me out,



will you drink something

before you go?



Yes, I will drink,

I thank you.



Afore I go...



I hope you won't think

I spoke harshly to you just now.



I had no intention of doing so

and I am sorry for it if I did.



I wish you well and happy.



How have you been living?



I have been a sheep farmer away in

the new world, in New South Wales.



- I hope you have done well.

- I have done wonderfully well.



- I am very glad to hear it.

- I hoped to hear you say so.



You've done well too, eh?



Yes, I have done quite well.



May I make so bold as to ask

how you have done so well



since you and me were out on

those lone shivering marshes?






Yes, I have been chosen

to succeed to some property.



May a mere varmint

ask what property?



I don't know.



May a mere varmint

ask whose property?



I don't know.



Could I make a guess at your income

since you have come of age?



As to the first figure now... five?



Concerning a guardian...



There ought to have been a guardian

or such like while you were a minor.



Some lawyer maybe?



As to the first letter

of that lawyer's name, now...



Would it be "J"?



As the employer

of that lawyer whose name



began with "J",

and might be Jaggers...



I wrote to a person in London

for particulars of your address.



That person's name...



why... Wemmick!



Yes, Pip, dear boy,

I made a gentleman of you.



It's me what done it.



I swore as ever I earned a guinea,

that guinea should go to you.



That there hunted dog

what you kept life in



got his head so high he could make

a gentleman. And Pip you're him.



Why, Pip, I'm your second father

and you are my son.



Look how good-looking

you've grown.



There's a pair

of bright eyes somewhere, eh?



Is there a pair of bright eyes

that you love the thought of?



They're yourn, dear boy,

if money can buy them.



But didn't you ever

think it might be me?



No... never.



Well, you see it

was me and single-handed.



Never a soul in it but

my own self and Mr. Jaggers.



- Was there no-one else?

- No. Who else should there be?



- Where are you going to put me?

- Put...?



Aye, to sleep.



Well, I...



Who is that?



Don't be alarmed. It's Mr. Pocket,

who shares these rooms with me.



Phew... what a night!






Herbert, something...



something very strange has happened.

This is a visitor of mine.



Take it in your right hand.



Say "Strike me dead on the spot

if I split in any way whatever."



Strike me dead on the spot

if I split in any way whatever.



- Kiss it.

- Do as he says, Herbert.



Now you're on oath.



Come in.



You can go now, Molly.



Now, Pip, be careful.



I will, sir.



Don't commit yourself.

Don't commit anyone,



- you understand? Anyone.

- Mr. Jaggers, I...



Don't tell me anything. I don't

want to know. I'm not curious.



I merely want to assure myself

that what I have been told is true.



Did you say told or informed?



Told would seen to imply

verbal communication.



You can't have verbal communication

with a man in New South Wales.



I will say informed, sir.






I have been informed by

a person named Abel Magwitch



that he is the benefactor

so long unknown to me.



That is the man...

in New South Wales.



- And only he?

- And only he.



I am not so unreasonable, sir,

as to think you at all responsible



for my mistakes

and wrong conclusions,



but I always supposed

it was Miss Havisham.



As you say, Pip, I am not

at all responsible for that.



And yet it looked

so like it, sir.



Not a particle of evidence, Pip.

Take nothing on its looks,



take everything on evidence.

There is no better rule.



Well, I have nothing more to say.



You should know I communicated to

Abel Magwitch in New South Wales



reminding him that if ever he should

present himself in this country,



it would be an act of felony,

rendering him liable



to the extreme penalty of the law.



Take a look out

of that window, Pip.



That sort of thing

happens every day.



Magwitch has enemies here who would

not hesitate to inform on him.



I see.



By he has guided himself

by my caution, no doubt.



No doubt.

If you will excuse me, sir.



There is no

other alternative.



He has to be got out of the country

and I shall have to go with him.



- Why must you go with him?

- He has risked all on my account and



- I cannot do less than stand by him.

- What will you say to Estella?



I am at a loss to know

what to say to her.



She would never

understand about him.



But I must see her before I go.



- Ha! Just come down?

- Yes.



Beastly place, your part

of the country, I think.



I am going out

for a ride in the saddle.



I mean to explore

these marshes for amusement.



Out-of-the-way villages

there, they tell me.



Curious little public houses

and smithies, and that.



Mr. Drummel, I did not seek

this conversation



and I don't find it

a very agreeable one.



I'm sure you don't,

but don't lose your temper.



- Haven't you lost enough?

- What do you mean?



Look here, you sir.



The lady is joining me later,



so take her horse round

to her house in an hour's time.



Very good, sir.



And tell the waiter I don't dine

because I'm dining with the lady.



Aye, aye!



Come on.



And what wind

blows you here, Pip?



I went to Richmond yesterday

to speak to Estella,



and finding that some wind

had blown her here I followed.



What I have to say to Estella I will

say before you in a few minutes.



It will not surprise you,

it will not displease you.



I am as unhappy as you could

ever have meant me to be.



I have found out

who my benefactor is.



It is not a fortunate discovery

and is not likely



ever to enrich me in reputation,



station, fortune, anything.



But there are reasons

why I must say no more than that.



It is not my secret but another's.



It is not your secret

but another's? Well?



When you first caused me to be

brought here, Miss Havisham,



I suppose I really came here as any

other chance boy might have come,



as a kind of servant to gratify a

want or whim and to be paid for it.



- Aye, Pip, I did.

- And Mr. Jaggers was...



Mr. Jaggers had

nothing to do with it.



His being my lawyer and the lawyer

of your patron is a coincidence.



He holds the same relation

towards numbers of people.



But when I fell into the mistake,

at least you led me on.






- I let you go on.

- Was that kind?



Who am I for heaven's sake

that I should be kind?



Well, well, what else?






I should have spoken sooner

but for my long mistake.



It led me to believe that Miss

Havisham meant us for one another.



I felt I could not tell you

of my real feelings



while you were not free

to choose for yourself.



Now I have to go away.



So I must say it before I go.



I love you, Estella.



I've loved you ever since

I first saw you in this house.



I have tried to warn you

not to love me



but you would not be warned.

You thought I didn't mean it.



Is it true that Bentley Drummel

is in town here and pursuing you?



Quite true.



That you encourage him

and ride out with him



and that he dines

with you this very day?



Quite true.



But you cannot fling

yourself at such a man.



Should I rather fling

myself at you, Pip,



who would sense at once

that I bring nothing to you?



But you can't love him, Estella.



What have I always told you?



Do you still think in spite of it

that I don't mean what I say?









you would never marry him?



Why not tell the truth.

I am going to be married to him.



Come, Pip.



Don't be afraid of my

being a blessing to him.



I shall not be that.



Here is my hand.



Let us part on that.



You will get me out of

your thoughts in a week.



What have I done?



What have I done?



If you mean what have you done to

me, Miss Havisham, let me answer.



Estella has been part of my

existence ever since



I first came here the common boy

whose heart she wounded even then.



She has been the embodiment of



every graceful fancy

my mind has ever known.



To the last hour of my life

she cannot choose but



to remain part of my character,



part of the little good

in me, part of the evil.



But you may dismiss me

from your mind and conscience.



But Estella is a different case.



And if you can ever undo any scrap

of what you have done amiss



in keeping part

of her right from her,



it will be better to do that



than to bemoan the past

through a hundred years.



Late that evening



I left the room

with the long table



for the last time



and started on my way

back to London.



- Mr. Pip, I believe. Good morning.

- Good morning, Ben.



I have a note for you, sir.



The messenger who brought it

said it's urgent.



- Get me a cab off the stand, Ben.

- Yes, sir.



- Wemmick, what's the trouble?

- So you got my note then?



- Yes, I came straight here.

- What have you done to your hands?



Oh, it's nothing. I got them burnt.

Mr Wemmick, I'm very anxious...




taken care of, Mr. Pip.



But first come in. You don't

object to an aged parent, I hope?



- Oh, no, no. I shall be delighted.

- This is Mr. Pip, Aged P.



And I wish

you could hear his name.



Give him a nod, Mr. Pip,

that's what he likes.



You have made the acquaintance

of my son at his office, I expect.



- Yes.

- Nod away to him if you please.



Yes, yes.



I hear that my son is a wonderful

hand at his business, sir.



You are as proud of me

as punch, ain't you, Aged P?



There's a nod for you.

There's another one for you.



Now Mr. Pip and I

have business to discuss.



Come and sit down.



I want to offer an apology.

He isn't capable of many pleasures.



Just tip him a nod now and then

and he'll be as happy as a king.



I'm sure you'll appreciate I am most

anxious to know what has happened.



Of course. Now,



I heard by chance

yesterday morning that



an old enemy of a certain convict

whose name we needn't mention



had got wind

of his being in England.



So I went to the Temple

and found Mr. Herbert.



And I told him that if

he was aware of any such person,



whose name we needn't mention,



being about your chambers,

he'd better get him out of the way.



I also heard that you

were being watched.



- That I have been watched?

- Yes.



And might be watched again,



so he had better get him out of the

way while you were out of the way.



I see.



He would be greatly

puzzled what to do.



He was, but I... we, have now moved

him to a house overlooking the river



down Limehouse way.



- I should like to join him at once.

- If you take my advice, Mr. Pip,



you will wait till after dark.



By which time, you see, we can

have those hands attended to.



- Good evening, ma'am.

- Good evening, sir.



Thank you, Mrs. Whimple. And you can

send up our suppers, if you will.



- Very good, sir.

- How is he?



I'm a heavy grubber,

dear boy. Always was.



Are you sure you can rely on

Wemmick's judgement and sources?



Aye, Wemmick knows.



He spoke to me of

a particular enemy of yours.



- Do you know who that might be?

- Aye.



That was the man you saw me fighting

with near the marshes, with a scar.



He turned informer on me

then to save his own skin.



And he'd do it again

to see me hanged.



But no sneaking rat like him's

going to make me leave my boy.



If you're worried about that there's

no need. I'm coming with you.






You're a game 'un.



What a game 'un my boy's

turned out to be, eh?



The following day, I sent

Herbert to make some enquiries.



He found that the packet boat

for the continent



left Gravesend Pier

at high tide every Thursday.



I set myself to hire a boat.



It was soon done.



I couldn't get rid of

the notion of being watched.



And how many undesigning persons

I suspected of watching me,



it would be hard to calculate.



I began to go out as for

training and practice,



sometimes alone,



sometimes with Herbert.



We were out in all weathers,



and became, as was our intention,

familiar figures on the river.



My burns were

still very painful.



We made it a practice that Herbert



should embark from

the place nearest to



the house where

our convict was hidden.



As the hours

of the tide changed,



we took to going

further downriver.






on the marshes,



we found a lone public house



where we decided to stay

on the night of our escape.



And from a nearby buoy



we planned the passing

of the packet boat.



We chose this spot carefully.



It was just above

the point where the steamer



picks up the river pilot.



The river pilot.

Our river pilot.



One day,



Herbert bought

two steamship tickets



and our plans were set.



Boat ahoy.



Ahoy there.



- Tell me something.

- What, dear boy?



What I did for you as a child

was such a small thing.



Why have you done

so much for me?



I had a child

of my own once, Pip.



A little girl

who I loved and lost.



What happened to her?



I don't know.



It's a dark part of my life,

dear boy. Ain't worth telling.



But when on those

lone shivering marshes



a boy was kind to

a half-starved convict,



that boy took the place

of the child he had lost.



A little on your left.



Here she comes!















You have an escaped convict there.

That's the man in the stern.



I call upon him to surrender



and you to assist.



I'll never

forgive myself for this.



I'm all right, dear boy.



I'm content to have seen

my boy and to take my chance.



Jaggers will help us,

he'll get out off all right.



Prisoners at the bar.



It is now my duty

to pronounce the sentence



demanded by the law.



The sentence of this court is



that you will be taken hence

to the place from whence you came



and from thence

to the place of execution.



And that each of you there

shall be hanged by the neck



until you are dead.



And may Almighty God have mercy



on your souls.



Are you absolutely certain there is

nothing you can do to save him?






You realise of course that you

no longer inherit his money.



That will be claimed by the Crown.



The money is of

no interest to me.



If you had been a blood relation,

it might have been different,



but you are not a blood relation,

therefore it is not different.



You mean



if he had a child,



the money might go to the child?



The money might go to the child.



Mr. Jaggers,



there was a child.



- So you think there was child?

- I know there was a child



and what is more,

Mr. Jaggers, you know it.



Sit down, Pip.



I am going to put a case

to you, Pip, but I admit nothing.



I understand, you admit nothing.



Put the case that a woman

is charged with murder.



Put the case that

this woman has a child



whose father is a convict.



- I understand perfectly.

- But that I make no admissions.



But that you

make no admissions.



Now, Pip,



put the case that

this woman's legal advisor



knows an eccentric

and very rich lady



who is anxious

to adopt a little girl.



You understand, Pip?



I understand.



But I can hardly believe.



Ring that bell, Mr. Pip.



- Yes, sir?

- Basin.



Yes, sir.



Well, Pip?



If I am in my right mind



and that woman

is Estella's mother,



this legal advisor you mention

will have a lot to answer for.



Now, Pip.



Put the case of this legal advisor



who has often seen children

tried at the criminal bar.



Put the case that he has known them

to be habitually imprisoned, whipped



neglected, cast out, qualified

in all ways for the hangman,



and growing up to be hanged.



Put the case that here was

one pretty little child



out of the heap

that could be saved.



Put the last case to yourself

very carefully, Pip.



I do, Mr. Jaggers.



Did he do right?



He did right.






Does Estella know?



You mean does

the little girl know?






No, she does not know.



She must never be told.



As to that she has a claim

to her father's property...



The legal advisor

must use his own judgement.



Her father's condition

is considerably worse.



He has been moved

to the prison infirmary.



Dear boy.



I thought you wasn't coming,



yet I knew somehow

that you would.



It is just the time.



I waited at the gate

so as not to lose a moment of it.



God bless you.



You have never deserted me



and what is best of all,



you have been

more comfortable alonger me



since I was under a dark cloud



than when the sun shone.



That's the best of all.



Are you in pain?



I don't complain

of none, dear boy.



You never do complain.



You had better stay.



I have something to tell you.



Can you understand what I say?



You had a child once



who you loved and lost.



She lived

and found powerful friends.



She is living now.



She is a lady

and very beautiful.



And I love her.



Oh Lord, be merciful to him...



a sinner.



Get out of the way,



you fool!



Is it Joe?



Which it are, old chap.



How long, Joe?



Which you mean to say, Pip?

How long have your illness lasted?



Yes, Joe.



Well, it's the end of April, Pip.

Tomorrow's the first of May.



Dear Joe.



Have you been here



all the time?



Well, pretty nigh, old chap.






Where am I?



You're home.



I brought you home,

dear old Pip, old chap.



Oh, Joe!



You break my heart.



Please don't be so good to me.



Now lookee here, old chap,

ever the best of friends.



You'll soon be well

enough to go out again.



And then, oh, what larks!






You have the best

husband in the world.



- And Joe, you have the best wife.

- Which I know, Pip, old chap.



You will be very happy.



- Which is our intention, old chap.

- And you'll have children.



Which is also

our intention, Pip, old chap.



One day, Pip,

you will marry too.



I don't think I shall, Biddy.



Not now.



Dear Pip.



Do you still fret for her?



I think of her.



But that poor dream,

Biddy, has all gone by.



All gone by.



I knew as I said these words



that I secretly intended to visit

the old house that evening.



- What name?

#Pumblechook. #



Quite right.



Come in, Pip.



I know nothing of days of the week

and nothing of weeks of the year.



Don't loiter, boy.



Come along, boy.

Take your hat off.



- Whom have we here?

#A boy. #



A boy of the neighbourhood, eh?



But he's a common labouring boy.



You can break his heart.



This door, boy.












What are you doing here?



I thought you were

in Paris with your husband.



I have no husband, Pip.



- Have you not heard?

- I've been ill. I've heard nothing.



When Jaggers disclosed to

Bentley Drummel my true parentage,



he no longer wished

to have me for a wife.



Well, Pip,

why don't you laugh?



You have every right.



I have no wish to laugh, Estella.

I am truly sorry.



You've no need to pity me.

It simplifies my life.



There is now no need to sell the

house. It's mine and I'll live here.



I shall like it here, Pip.



Away from the world

and all its complications.






How long have you been here?



I don't know.



Estella, you must

leave this house.



It's a dead house.



Nothing can live here.

Leave it, Estella, I beg of you.



What do you mean?



This is the house where I grew up.

It's part of me.



- It's my home.

- It's Miss Havisham's home.



But she's gone. Gone from this

house, from you, from both of us.



She is not gone.



She is still here with me

in this room, in this very room.



Then I defy her.



I have come back,

Miss Havisham.



I have come back,

to let in the sunlight.



Look, Estella! Look!



Nothing but dust and decay.



I never ceased to love you even when

there seemed no hope for my love.



You are part of my existence,

part of myself.



Estella, come with me,

out into the sunlight.



Look at me.






I'm afraid.



Look at me.



We belong to each other.



Let's start again.






Oh, Pip!




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