Great Expectations

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Mummy!

Mummy!

Hang it right main,

hang it right.

Where have you been?

What I've got before me

when you go for your leisure.

You tell me directly what

you've been doing!

- Well?

Or I'd have you out of that corner if you

was 50 Pips, and he was 500 Gargerys.

I... I've been down to hear the carols.

Carols, is it?

Perhaps if I weren't a blacksmith's wife

and a slave with an apron never off

only should I been to hear the carols.

But too busy am I bringing

you up by hand.

- Why do I do it?.

- I don't know, sister.

I don't... Was it I brought me

this being your mother?

This house, this apron and him.

That's all.

I hope you sang your heart out,

old chap.

Glad to

I gave it out, Joe.

I'm hungry, boy.

I'm hungry.

Please, sir! Please, sir!

Nice fat cheeks though,

I'd munch them, eh?

- What is your name, boy.

- Pip...

What? Come on, give it mouth!

Pip. Pip, sir.

Pip! Pip!

Well, boy?

- What's in the bottle, boy?

- Brandy, sir.

I need to eat to live.

You have no one with you?

- I brought no one with me, sir.

- Nor give no one the office to follow you?

No! Oh, no, sir.

- Pip, is it?

- Yes, sir.

I am hunted and

condemned to death, Pip.

They'll come for me.

- I'm glad you enjoy it.

- Did you speak?

I said I was glad

you enjoyed that.

Well...

thank you, my boy.

I do.

- Another out there.

- Since last night.

Did you hear then?

Compeyson must be out.

- Excuse me, sir?

- Compeyson is out.

I'll put him down like a bloodhound.

Curse this bloody iron on my leg.

Give me that file, boy.

Merry Christmas.

And for which may the Lord

may he make us truly,

truly grateful.

Amen.

You hear that?

You be grateful.

Especially dear boy to them

which brought you up by hand.

Oh is it that the young

are never grateful?

- Naturally vicious.

- True.

I must say anyone looking for

a moral for the young

will not find it in today's sermon.

No, indeed.

Indeed we felt as much

it was well chosen.

Now, if I'd be in the position

to enter into a fit subject...

- Look at pork alone.

- There's a subject.

- If you want a subject,

look at pork.

True, sir. Many a moral for the young

might be deduced from the text.

You listen to this!

Swine were the companions

of the prodigal.

The gluttony of swine is put before us

as an example to the young.

Think what you've

got to be grateful for,

You would have been

disposed of for a few shillings.

Yes, mam.

Disposed...

And then Dunstable the butcher

would have come up to you

as you lay in your straw and he would have

whipped you under his left arm

and shed your blood with

a penknife with his right.

No bringing up by hand then.

Not a bit of it.

Uncle...

Uncle, what is it?

Are you all right, uncle?

Tar!

Tar?

Why, how ever could tar

come there?

Here you are.

Come on, look sharp.

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen but I am on a chase for Queen and country

and I want the blacksmith.

Joe!

The lock of one of them goes wrong

and the coupling don't act pretty.

They are in the marshes still.

We will try to get clear of them before dusk.

Would you care for a little brandy, sergeant?

Wine, I think, mum.

Afterwards, sergeant, I rather

thought that perhaps...

Well, some of us may have the inclination

to come down with the soldiers

and see what comes of this hunt.

- No objections here.

Mrs Joe don't mind

we'll see those villains caught, Pip?

Come on!

There!

Surrender!

Arrest him!

I took him!

I give him up to you!

There's nothing to be particular about.

Handcuffs there!

I took him and he knows it.

That's enough for me.

Take notice, sergeant,

this man tried to murder me.

I dragged him back here.

He's a gentleman, if you plese, this villain.

And now, the Hulks has got its

gentleman back again, through me.

I should have been a dead man

if you had not come up.

He's a born liar

and he'll die a liar.

Look at his face,

isn't it written there?

Let him cast those eyes on me.

I defy him to do it.

That's how he looked when

we were tried together.

- He never looked at me.

- Not much to look at.

- You!

- Stop it!

I told you he would

murder me if he could!

Enough of this!

Company! March!

Look, I took some wittles off,

up at the village,

where the church stands.

- You mean stole?

From the blacksmith.

It was some broken wittles...

and a dram of liquor and a pie.

I'm sorry you missed such articles.

Especially the pie.

Come on!

How does he know I was the blacksmith?

Come on, old chap. It's only

a dream that's taken all of you.

It was real, Joe.

Always seem so.

But this is a true fear, Pip.

Me hold in your hand

and you're safe.

and sound and warm

in your bed.

Look like them poor creatures.

No comfort for them tonight,

don't you reckon.

What a scholar you are,

old chap.

- Ain't you?

- I should like to be.

Why, here's a J and a O equal to anything!

But read the rest, Joe.

The rest, eh, Pip?

Why, here's three Js and three Os...

and three J-O...

Why Joes, in it, Pip!

My dear Joe,

I hope you're quite well

and I hope I shall soon

be able for the teach you, Joe,

and then we shall be so glad

when I am apprentice

to you, Joe

what lurks, believe me.

Astonishing! You are a scholar.

How do you spell Gargery, Joe?

- I don't spell it at all, Pip.

- But supposing you did?

It can't be supposed.

Didn't you ever go to school, Joe,

when you were as little as me?

No, Pip.

But you teach me,

are you chap?

Well... if this boy ain't

grateful this day

he never will be.

Get him ready, mum.

Well? What are

you staring at?

This boy's fortunes

may be made today

if she favours him.

You better make certain

she favours you.

Get off, boy.

Boy, let your behaviour here be a credit

to them which brought you up by hand.

- What name?

- Pumblechook.

Quite right.

This is Pip.

This is Pip, is it?

Come in, Pip.

Oh, did you wish

to see Miss Havisham?

If Miss Havisham wished to see me.

Which is what she didn't.

Remember, Pip.

Credit, nothing but credit.

Don't loiter, boy!

- After you, Miss.

- Don't be ridiculous, boy.

I'm not going in.

Go on!

- Who are you?

- Pip, ma'am.

Pip?

R.r Pumblechook's boy.

Sometimes I have sick fancies, Pip.

I have a sick fancy

that I want to see some play.

So...

So, please...

Play!

Play!

Play!

No... No.

Are you afraid of me?

I'm afraid of my

not pleasing you.

I should get into trouble with

my sister if you would not favour me.

- Fetch Estella.

- She...?

Fetch her.

Beggar again.

Two jacks. Now we

have to go to war.

He calls the knaves jacks.

How coarse his hands are.

And what thick boots.

You say nothing of her.

What do you think of her?

Tell me in my ear.

He thinks you are very proud

and insulting and very pretty.

Anything else?

I think I should like

to go home now.

And never see her again?

Though she is so pretty?

I'm not sure that I shouldn't like to see

her again, but I should like to go home now.

- Come back after six days, you hear?

- Yes, ma'am.

Estella, take him down.

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