David Copperfield Page #3

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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

again."

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.

Davy.

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.

Yes.

Grinby employs several boys.

It shall give employment to you.

Yes.

You'll earn your own food

and pocket money.

Your lodging, I've arranged for

with Mr. Micawber.

Yes.

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!

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.

Imperative.

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.

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