Fingersmith
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- 2005
- 181 min
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My name is Susan Trinder.
I grew up in Lant Street.
We had the best view of the gallows.
And on hanging days
people paid money to view
from our top window.
No, Sue. You put the kettle on.
Let me see, I wanna see!
Susan Trinder?
Her mother was hanged for murder.
She died a dame, you know.
Oh dear girl.
Come on then, up you go.
Quick, quick.
Institute of the insane.
My name is Maud Lilly.
And I was brought up at the mad house,
where my mother died
giving birth to me.
Maud. Maud have a visitor.
A visitor?
I can't remember in all these years..
Why is your tongue black?
Come on.
She is as under sized
as her voice is loud.
Can't you whisper?
Of course I can.
Whisper.
Can she be silent?
Let me see it.
My mother, Sir.
My sister.
Let us hope that we'll remind you of her
fate and prevent you from sharing it.
Can she read?
Blessed are the poor in spirit..
Blessed.
Blessed are the poor in spirit.
I'll take her.
collect her tomorrow.
I won't go!
You shant make me!
I want to stay with you matron.
I won't go!
ins and outs of this little number...
he'd never would have been topped.
Oh! Oh, look at that!
Only since today!
You're gonna make our fortune,
aren't you Sue?
Am I?
Ain't she, Mr. Ibbs?
I was brought up by Mrs. Sucksby.
Who was paid to look after me
for a week when I was a baby.
But she kept me all those years.
If that ain't love
I don't know what is.
The Bryar bell.
This is where your mother lived.
You are to be a lady, as she was.
Of all her fortune she turned to the mad.
It is to be hoped that you turned out
better than she did.
You haven't finished your eggs?
I don't want to be a lady
You can't make me.
We'll see about that, Miss Lilly.
Keep your gloves on...
Yes.
No one is allowed beyond there.
for fear of spoiling his books.
How's her temper, Mrs. Stiles?
Rather ill, Sir.
Have you had her wear gloves?
Threw them at me, sir.
Give me your hand, Maud.
Give me your hand!
You won't forget the gloves
in the future, will you Maud?
No.
Put them on.
Not a cover is to be touch, not a leaf will be
turned without them, do you understand?
You realize why I brought you here Maud?
To... To make a lady of me.
To make a secretary of you. Maud.
I couldn't read.
All I knew about letters was what
I've picked up by studying vipers.
I was a fingersmith.
A thief.
Melt down this little number,
will you John.
My pleasure.
I'd like to melt her down.
Don't arse about or I'll knock
your bloody head off.
Oh, I'll knock it off!
Come on!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You just try it.
Mrs. Sucksby was a baby farmer.
Paid to look after unwanted babies.
Poor little scraps.
Look at you, treasure.
Ah, Maud. I neglected to tell you
tonight there will be a new gentleman
at your reading.
An artist, Mr. Richard Rivers.
He'll be here for a week
mounting pictures for the catalogue.
He'll also be giving you
lessons in painting.
So they came together.
The romance may have been
somewhat unusual
but that gave it all the charm of
the unexpected.
And there, as the red sun
tinges the sky
and the chatter of birds
heralds the coming night,
we must leave them.
Wonderful Miss Lilly!
You read so beautifully!
If only the patrons of my book shop in
Holywell Street could hear you.
Your words are pure poetry.
Music, Huss. Music.
Thank you.
Thank you Maud.
Mr. Rivers, you say nothing.
Does it not please you?
Ah, there you see Huss.
The young rouge has beaten us.
Indeed, indeed.
Excuse me.
Now Sir, I have the first edition which
you required.
Have you indeed?
I'm concerned that you might
find it a little...
chill out of the fire.
The fire is very hot.
It is, you're right.
Very hot.
Very hot indeed.
What will you do when this
great catalogue is finished?
It will never be finished.
Come on Miss Lilly, do you really mean
to remain here forever?
I have no choice.
You're young, handsome.
I say it not for gallantries sake,
I say what I see.
You might do anything.
You are a man, Mr. Rivers,
and might do anything.
I am a woman and might do nothing.
Chuck diggers on a b*tch of hearts.
Ain't she slow.
What's that?
Are we expecting any one?
Open up!
If it's the blues, we're done for!
Open the door!
Sovereigns. Under the fire.
Come on! Open up.
- Open the door!
- Damn my fingers!
Never mind your fingers,
think about your neck!
We're all tidy?
All right, all right!
It's gentleman.
Gentleman.
Take a taper to them candles, Sue.
Put a brew on Dainty.
Gentleman told us he'd gambled
away his fortune.
He was obliged to get money
the old fashion way.
By thievery, and dodging.
I worked on the old man's
catalogue in the morning
and in the afternoon I worked on her.
Taught painting that is.
Her maid, Agnes, was the most
agreeable chaperon.
Love as love will was finding its way.
At the end of the week the agreeable
Agnes gets scarlet fever.
They had to send her home Ireland.
The house keeper with bad grace takes over
temporarily and is as tight on the
girl as a corset.
Said she had no time to chaperon.
No more painting.
Damn it and I was nearly there!
Where's there gentleman?
She's as rich...
as a queen, Mr. Ibbs.
How rich?
Thirty thousand in ready.
Ten thousand in funds.
Left to her in her mother's will.
She can't touch it unless she marries.
never will by keeping her close.
That house is her prison.
Well, then I can do
what I like with her.
When her uncle asks
That's why I've become the exemplary
Mr. Richard Rivers.
I will...
marry her!
With the help...
of Sue.
Me?
You're gonna become her friend.
Persuade her to trust me.
To run away and marry me!
Why me?
A fingersmith with a heart of gold, Sue.
No good in making a bleeding
maid out of me, Mrs. Sucksby.
Why take my Sue?
Because she's yours,
and I know she can do it.
And how would you cut the shine?
Sue will get two thousand pounds.
Dainty will do it!
I've been a maid, ain't I?
Stuck in that pin in the ladies arse,
as I recalled.
She was an old b*tch.
You're the old b*tch.
Think of all the money we lost.
Where is this place?
Out in the country.
Don't know where the bleeding
country is.
I'm a Londoner. Never been
out of the smoke have I?
Get on, she would never accept me.
You're my old nurses child!
Susan Smith.
You would have an impeccable
character reference
from Lady Stonely of
Curson Crimson Mayfair.
Oh she'll to swallow it,
the girls never been to London.
She's a bit simple. A pigeon.
It'll be a bit of a holiday for you, Sue.
And it'll work.
Bleeding long holiday if it don't.
I won't do it.
Not for two.
Take it or leave it.
What's that?
Another application for
my personal maid, uncle,
a recommendation from Mr. Rivers.
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