Great Expectations Page #7

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I came as a kind of servant,

to gratify a whim and be paid for it.

Yes.

And when I fell into my mistake of

imagining that you were my benefactor...

Yes, I... Let you go on.

Was that kind?

Kind? Who am I to be kind?

No, it amused me

To punish my relations.

You were adequately paid, I believe.

What else do you want?

Estela.

You know I love you.

I have loved you since

I first saw you in this house.

Foolishly, I had hoped that Miss Havisham

had meant us foreach other.

Clearly the idea was absurd,

and I hope Miss Havisham will take

what pleasure she can

in knowing that I am as unhappy

as she ever meant me to be.

ESTELLA:
These are sentiments,

emotions that I am unable to comprehend.

When you say you love me,

I understand it as a form of words

but it touches nothing here.

- I don't believe you.

- Did I not warn you?

- Yes.

- Did you not think I meant it?

- No. It's not natural!

- It is natural in me!

And yet still I love you.

I know that I'll never call

you mine, Estella,

yet still I love you.

I love you and I beg you

do not marry Bentley Drummle.

Someone else, anyone, but not that brute

ESTELLA:
Too late. It's too late.

I am going to marry him.

The preparations are already underway.

- You can't let Miss Havisham...

- It is my own act.

Miss Havisham has urged me to wait,

to reconsider.

But I am tired of my life.

We will do well enough.

Give me your hand

Be happy, Pip.

This will pass in time.

I'll be out of yourthoughts in a week.

Out of my thoughts?

You're in every thought.

You're part of my existence.

Part of me.

You're in every thought,

in every line I have ever read since

I first came here.

You're in the river,

the sails of ships,

the sea, the clouds,

the stones of London.

Until the last hours of my life,

you will remain in me...

Part of the little good, part of the evil.

And I will always think of the good.

Goodbye God bless you

HAVISHAM:
So proud, so hard

I am what you have made me!

You are my mother,

and yet I have never

seen yourface by daylight.

Since I was a baby, you taught me

that there was no such thing as daylight,

that it had blighted you...

And it would blight me, too, if I let it.

Well...

I am what you made me.

This is what you made me.

PIP:
Estella...

Come with me now.

I'd like to help Mr Pocket.

He has been a loyal and decent friend

and I'd like to use the money

that remains to do one good thing.

I'd like to purchase him a position.

Without his knowledge.

Allowing for debts, which are substantial,

I might add, that's 500, sir.

- All invested in a friend?

- Yes, yes. Every last penny.

What's your advice?

(SCOFFS)

Well, sir, if I was in the office, I would

suggest that you take that 500,

and choose your bridge.

There are six to choose from up

as high as Chelsea Reach

and throw the money off it.

You'll lose it just the same,

but it will be quicker and less painful.

Those would be my sentiments, in the office.

But your home sentiments, your...

Your Waworth sentiments?

My Walworth sentiments...

Would be...

I'm gonna see what I can do.

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

- (MAN GROANING)

- (CLATTERING)

(SHOUTING)

- HERBERT:
Let go of me!

- Magwitch!

- PIP:
Leave him! Magwitch!

- (GROANING)

He wishes to buy us a house!

In Hyde Park!

- A coach, horses...

- Can't you accept?

How can I?

I've seen him try to murder a man.

He might have murdered you.

HERBERT:
And yet,

he risked his life to find you.

He says I am the son he's never had.

The idea appals me, Herbert,

but even so, he must not be captured...

Gentlemen.

Now, I ain't gonna tell you my life

like a song or a story book,

but give it to you short and handy.

In jail, out of jail. In jail, out of jail.

That's my life... Until I met my boy here.

I've been done everything to except hanged.

I've tramped and begged

and thieved, poached...

Anything that doesn't pay

and leads to trouble.

And then a matterof 20 years ago,

when I was out of money and out of luck,

not that I'd been in it much,

I met a man.

At Epsom races.

His name...

Was Compeyson

- HERBERT:
Compeyson?

- Compeyson.

I'm sorry Go on

MAGWITCH:
A gentleman was Compeyson,

a smooth one, good-looking too,

went to boarding school.

He was youngerthan me

but he'd got craft and he'd got learning.

He and hls missus had a plan...

Involving the defrauding of

a certain lady by her half-brother.

It weren't much of a plan to my mind,

but I played my part...

I played my part in a small way.

I can't say I'm proud of it.

Well done, Abel

I had a missus, too, at that time

- You were married?

- No matter.

That was a dark time,

that time with Compeyson.

Always in debt to him,

always under his thumb,

always getting into danger,

always working, for years and years,

till I was his black slave.

The short of it is, we got

committed for felony,

putting forged notes into circulation.

"Separate defences," Compeyson says

"No communication. "

(LAUGHS)

I sold everything but the clothes

on my back so I could get Jaggers,

forall the good it did me.

Says the counsel for Compeyson,

wasn't he the younger

and well brought up and of a good school?

- Wasn't he...

- A gentleman of a county of Shropshire...

A gentleman?

BARRISTER:
Given your persistence

and yourmalign influence...

And when the verdict came,

wasn't it Compeyson

as was recommended for mercy

on account of good character

and bad company and all the damn'd lies

he'd given up against me?

And wasn't it me as never got a word...

- JUDGE:
But to find you guilty

- Guilty.

(GRUNTS)

- Guilty

- JUDGE:
Order! Order!

Guilty

PIP:
For how long?

He got two.

And a few months on,

he turns up on my prison ship.

I swore to the Lord, I'd smash his facee in

And I did.

And then, thinking, hoping,

that he'd drowned,

I swam to the shore

and was hiding among the graves there,

envying them that were in them...

And my boy here found me.

My boy.

- Is he dead?

- Who?

PIP:
Compeyson

MAGWITCH:
He'll wish I am, If he's alive.

And he'll wish he was, if I find him

- And the lady he defrauded. Her name was...

- 'Avisham.

Miss 'Avisham.

PIP:
I need you to tell me

about Compeyson.

JAGGERS:
Cleverfellow. Dangerous

- PIP:
Is he stlll alive?

- To my knowledge, yes.

I would strongly adviseyour uncle

to pack his bags.

If he's found, he will hang.

And it's fairto presume that

Mr Compeyson does not wish him well.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- MOLLY:
Abel's come back!

- You told me he'd nevercome back.

- Calm down, Molly.

He mustn't find out, ever. Poor, poor, Abel.

What did you make me do?

It was wicked, wicked!

JAGGERS:
Abel will neverfind out

I'll shall ensure that.

- Did I not swearat the time...

- You swore that she'd be safe!

You swore she'd have a brand-new life!

PIP:
Jaggers, you must tell me.

Who is this "she"?

Magwitch and Molly had a child.

A girl. A pretty thing.

But Molly was a fierce one,

wild and passionate like herhusband,

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