Great Expectations Page #4

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Lovely meat!

WEMMICK:
Mr Pip?

MrJaggers will be with you shortly, Mr Pip.

He's at the Bailey,

getting evidence together.

Whose likenesses are they?

Likenesses?

Why, this is theirtrue selves!

Casts made in Newgate,

fresh from the gallows.

Murderer, and a forgerof wills.

Very crafty in particular, this one.

But the evidence was too strong.

Not so crafty now, are you, my friend?

This was his as well.

Made a gift of it to me, just before the end.

They're not worth much,

but they're portable,

and they're property.

That's my guiding star, Mr Pip.

- Get hold of portable property

- JAGGERS:
I have no more to say to you.

That's MrJaggers now.

(MEN ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)

I wish to know no more than I know.

Good day, Mr Pip.

WEMMICK:
Any more news, Mr Jaggers?

MAN:
Get your hands off me!

- Have you paid Mr Wemmick?

- Yes.

Now let go of my coat.

I trust your journey was satisfactory.

MAN:
MrJaggers, have you

had any feelings about my claim?

Feelings? Feelings?

We'll have no "feelings" here.

Come on in, mr Pip

Move back!

You've met Mr Wemmick.

Sorry, sir

He keeps the money, so doubtless

you will be seeing a lot of him.

Dear Lord, is that your new suit?

Here.

Tailor, hatter, bootmaker, hosier

Yourcredit will be good with all of them.

I've taken the liberty of enrolling you

in a gentlemen's club.

The Finches of the Grove

Just the thing for gentlemen of distinction.

Your allowance, Mr Pip.

I trust you will find it generous.

Your temporary lodgings

will be at Barnard's Inn.

Quite near here,

so I might keep an eye on you.

WEMMICK:
There you are, sir

And pull you up

when I find you going wrong.

And, you will go wrong, Mr Pip,

not through any fault of mine.

(CROWD CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

HERBERT:
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

- Mr Pip?

- Mr Pocket?

I am extremely sorry,

but I thought that,

coming from the country,

you might like a little fruit.

- Strawberries!

- Oh.

Oh Strawberry jam!

Mm. Have you seen your lodgings?

- No.

- They're by no means splendid,

but I'm sure that we shan't come to blows.

Put them up.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Stand your ground

Regular rules apply.

I beg your pardon?

(LAUGHS)

- (GROWLS)

- The prowling boy.

The pale young gentleman.

(CHUCKLES)

I was there with my Aunt Sarah

on a trial visit.

Miss Havisham fancied

that she wanted to see me play.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Clearly she didn't take

much of a fancy to me.

Poortaste on her part.

But just as well.

Otherwise, I might have been

what-d'- you-called it to Estella.

Affianced. Betrothed.

Engaged.

But, it was not to be

I'm very sorry.

Sorry?

The girl's a Tartar.

Hard and haughty and...

Thank you.

Capricious to the last degree

Brought up by Miss Havisham

to wreak revenge on all the male sex.

Why should she wreak revenge?

Lord, Mr Pip. Don't you know?

Miss Havisham was very rich and very proud,

a spoilt child.

Her motherdied when she was young

and herfather married again.

His cook, would you believe?

And they had a son, Arthur.

Who was... How might I put this?

... Not entirely legitimate.

At this point,

I might break off and mention

that in London it's not the custom

to put the knife in the mouth,

- forfearof accidents.

- Sorry.

And also the fork is not generally used

underhand but over.

- Of course Of course

- Do you mind?

No, not at all. I'm gra'eful.

(MOUTHS) Er T's, mr Pip

You are grateful.

Grateful Sorry

Now, um

Miss Havisham met a certain man

and she loved this man,

devotedly, passionately.

Idolised him.

And soon they were engaged.

He persuaded herto buy

her half-brother's share of the brewery

at an immense price,

so that when hewas her husband,

he could hold and manage it all.

Well...

The happy day arrived.

The wedding dresses were bought,

the weddlng tour planned out.

The weddlng guests were invited,

my parents among them.

The feast was laid out.

A great bride cake made.

And the groom wrote hera letter.

And she recelved the letter

from her brother, Arthur...

- As she was dressing for marriage?

- At 20...

Of course All those stopped clocks

HERBERT:
: It was a conspiracy

between the groom and herbrother,

to defraud Miss Havisham

and break her heart.

HAVISHAM:
No!

(SCREAMING)

And, in that they most surely succeeded.

PIP:
So, 'erbert, what's

your line of business?

HERBERT:
Well, trade

That's where the money is.

In the future, I shall trade to Egypt

forsilks and spices.

Ceylon forelephant tusks

PIP:
But for now?

(MEN SINGING INDISTINCTLY

IN THE BACKGROUND)

HERBERT:
But for now,

I am a clerk in a counting house,

with a sweetheart

whom I can't afford to marry.

- Is there profit in being a clerk?

- No.

None whatsoever.

Not a penny.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You know, I don't much care for

the name Mr Pip.

I'll tell you what I should like.

Seeing as we are so harmonious

and you have been a blacksmith,

would you mind Handel

fora familiar name?

The Harmonious Blacksmith.

It's by Handel.

(HUMMING)

- Do you mind?

- I would like it very much.

Good!

As Bullfinch of this Grove,

and in the name

of the most honoured Chaffinch...

- ALL:
Fringillae!

... Goldfinch...

ALL:
Carduelis!

...and Hawfinch.

Coccothraustes!

May the present promotion

of good feeling

ever reign predominant

among the noble Finches of the Grove.

Gentlemen...

ALL:
Huzzah! Huzzah!

Forthe Finches of the Grove!

(GLASSES SMASHING)

(ALL CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

I am assured that they are

the most fashionable people.

Believe me. Oh.

You there! New boy. Yes, you there.

Partridge.

Throw me a partridge.

Come on, come on

(LAUGHS)

Oh, dear

I don't think he shall do well here.

FINCH:
Pip, isn't it?

- Er, Pip?

- (IN A POSH ACCENT) Pirrip.

Pirrip?

Pip Pirrip?

Oh. How remarkable.

And where are your people from?

- My people?

- From Kent.

They're the Kentish Pirrips.

You sound like some sort of apple.

(LAUGHS)

(ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHOUTS)

ALL:
(CHEERING) Huzzah!

Noble finches of this grove!

(CROWD LAUGHS)

HERBERT:

This will just take a moment, my dear.

- He seems very keen.

- CLARA:
I'm sure.

Handel, this is my beloved fiance, Clara

- Aren't I the lucky one?

- Herbert, please.

So pleased to meet you Shall we?

CLARA:
This is fartoo

expensive foryou, Herbert.

What are we doing here?

MAN:
There you are, sir.

Well? What do you think?

It would be at my expense, of course.

You're a clerk, Herbert Pocket

Well?

Well...

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hurry.

I'd like to meet

these extravagant Finches of yours.

Tomorrow evening.

No ceremony. No dinnerdress.

Six o'clock, say?

Give him the money, Wemmick

Very well, sir.

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY

IN THE DISTANCE)

PIP:
What shall I make of him, Mr Wemmick?

He's a deep one. Deep.

As Australia.

Don't take it personal, Mr Pip.

It's professional.

Only professional

I say, if tonight

you have nothing betterto do,

why don't you come home

to Walworth with me?

I don't have much to show you

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