David Copperfield Page #4

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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.

And...

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 72 miles.

Dover 64 miles.

London 21 miles.

Dover 51 miles.

Dover 34 miles.

20 miles to Dover.

10 miles to Dover.

5 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?

David?

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 1649.

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!

Scat!

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,

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