Mr. Pip Page #3

Nor is his Pip.

But you can't hear the Devil's voice.

You can hear Pip's.

That's it. You're not going back

to the school anymore.

Why? So I can be dumb like you?

If ii wasn't for you,

we'd be in Australia with Dad.

'Heaven knows we need

never be ashamed of our tears,

for they are rain upon

the blinding dust of earth,

overlying our hard heads.

I was better after I had cried,

than before -

more sorry, more aware of my

own ingratitude, more gentle.

We changed again, and yet again,

and it was now too late

and too far to go back,

and I wanton.

And the mists had all

solemnly risen now,

and the world lay spread before me.

My daughter, my lovely Matilda,

says she doesn't believe in the Devil.

She believes in Pip!

Well, Mrs Naimo,

what if I were to say to you

that on the page

Pip and the Devil

have the same status?

Each one strikes out on their own,

each one has the chance

to make their own mistakes...

And to abandon his family?!

How will Pip even know

if he's made a mistake?

f there is no God and no Devil, how

will he know what's right from wrong?

Mr Waits here thinks

he can know all things,

but for the rest of us people -

and that includes you,

my beautiful ower, Matilda -

pack the teaching of the Good Book

into your person.

That way, you kids will be able

to save Pop-Eye here

because I'm not going to.

Thank you, Mrs Naimo,

for such an illuminating lesson

on the relationship

between good and evil.

Once again, you've given us

much food for thought.

A shrine. Pip in the Pacific.

Well, why not? Great Expectations

doesn't tell the whole of Pip's life.

In the...

Yep, you're quite right.

All in good time.

Mr Watts?

Miss Naimo.

Pip's different in London.

I don't understand why he lets

Herbert Pocket call him Handel.

Pip is like an immigrant.

He's moving from one level of society

to another.

A change of name is as good as

a change of clothes.

We all need a change sometimes

to help us on our way.

He abandoned Joe.

Yes, he did.

H's not easy to be

a perfect human being, Matilda.

No! Let me.

Matilda. Get dressed.

Hurry up!

Move, move, move, move! Hurry up!

Go, go, go, go! Go! Go on!

Move, move, move, move, move!

Please, no-one wants to hurt you.

We would just like your names

for security reasons.

You!

Hey. Name'

Dolores.

D-O-L-O-R-E-S.

Now you.

Matilda.

I notice there are no young men

in the village.

Plenty of girls.

Mabel'

But no young men. Why is that?

We saw a signal on the beach.

What is P-l-P?

What is P-I-P?

Daniel.

Pip! Mr Pip!

Mr Pip? ls his name on this list?

Pip belongs to Mr Dickens, sir.

Who is Mr Dickens?

Move, move, move, move!

Hurry UP!

Psst!

You are Mr Dickens?

Yes, I am.

Where is Pip?

Sir, Pip...

Pip is a creation.

He's a character in a book.

I understand the confusion, but if you

will allow me to show you the book,

you will see that Pip is a character

from the novel Great Expectations.

It's a novel. It's a story.

A wonderful story.

Matilda, would you mind?

I've left the book on my desk.

The book isn't there!

There is no book?

There is. I just can't find it.

I will not be lied to.

Sir, I assure you...

No. Stay there.

You say there is a book, fine.

Find me the book, or find Mr Pip'

Move, move, move!

Hey!

I will give you one more chance.

Bring me this man Pip,

or I will burn it all.

Please, sir! The man

you're looking for is... He's a fiction.

He's a character out of a book.

No. You will speak when I ask you.

I am not interested

in any more of your lies.

Go back, go back, go back, go back,

go back, go back.

You have been foolish.

You cannot defeat me with your lies.

Next time I come here, I expect

this man Pip to be handed over'

I'm so sorry.

What's going on?

You stay here.

No!

Matilda!

Don't be foolish, girl!

Let go!

It's OK, Matilda.

It's alright.

Matilda. Matilda!

No, leave it, Matilda!

It's your fathers!

Hold your noise!

Estella.

Whoo!

Understand that.

I know you lost all your books.

I wrote some things...

"about Great Expectations.

That's very good, Matilda.

Would you like me to leave it?

Put it in the pocket of my jacket.

Thank you.

Wake up. I have something to tell you,

Our Father which art in Heaven...

Mr Watts, your Grace

was the cleverest of all us girls.

We all went to school together,

Thank you, Dolores.

Grace could speak German.

And hold her breath underwater

for longer than anyone.

And anyway matter,

she was beautiful too.

And remember the day she lost her tooth?

She was lying in the canoe,

watching the fish

and the sea wave came and smacked

that canoe right in the mouth.

When she got her first pair of shoes,

she was so proud,

she carried them everywhere,

'cause she didn't want them

to get dirty.

What about you?

Grace lived in a beautiful big house

in London.

She lived in one part of the house,

I lived in the other.

But... it was very hard

not to notice Grace.

I'd never seen anyone so black

with teeth so white.

She would come by every evening

for a cup of tea

and she would sit

across the table from me.

And then one evening...

...she brought her chair

around to my side

and she took my hand

and she placed it in her lap.

My darling Grace

gave me great happiness.

None greater than

when she gave me a child.

A baby girl to whom

we gave the name Sarah.

And we couldn't stop looking at her.

We had a room in the middle

of the house, between us, for Sarah.

We filled this room with our thoughts,

our memories, our histories,

which we'd take it in turns

to write ii on the wall.

And Grace traced Sarah's lineage

from her all the way back

to a ying fish.

Was I on this wall?

Uh, yes, I believe you were.

Sarah fell to meningitis

before her first birthday.

Grief...

Grace couldn't...

she couldn't move, didn't speak.

She never left her bed.

And I tried... I...

We moved homes, we moved countries.

Finally, I thought that the best way

would be for Grace to reinvent herself.

I don't know how many of you here know

who the Queen of Sheba was.

It's in the Bible.

The Queen of Sheba

was a very wise black woman

who wanted to see if she could match

Solomon's legendary wisdom.

And she communed with him

of all that was in her heart

and nothing was hid.

We've all lost a lot in recent times.

And those losses,

I think we should use them...

...lo remind ourselves of the things

that we could never lose -

our minds and our imaginations.

Where are our imaginations?

Out there, and in here.

Alright, let's try something different.

All of you close your eyes.

Now, in a voice that only you can hear,

I want you to say your name.

Just say it to yourself, everyone.

...

Matilda Naimo

Now, no-one ever-

in the whole history of the world-

no-one has ever used your voice

to say your name.

It belongs to you.

Matilda Naimo. Matilda Naimo.

No-one can take that away from you.

When Mr Dickens sat down in 1860

and started to write Great Expectations,

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