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Ned! | 0:02:19 | 0:02:20 | |
Have another, dearie. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:30 | |
Won't do you no harm. | 0:02:30 | 0:02:32 | |
Smoke another pipe. | 0:02:35 | 0:02:36 | |
Never make out a word them saying. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:45 | |
Foreigners... | 0:02:45 | 0:02:48 | |
English... | 0:02:48 | 0:02:50 | |
Makes no odds. | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
HE MUTTERS NONSENSICALLY | 0:02:52 | 0:02:57 | |
Nonsense. | 0:02:57 | 0:03:00 | |
It's just nonsense. | 0:03:00 | 0:03:01 | |
We all talk nonsense, dearie, when the dream's upon us. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:07 | |
When the wicked man turneth away | 0:03:47 | 0:03:51 | |
from his wickedness that he hath committed... | 0:03:51 | 0:03:54 | |
..and doeth that which is lawful and right... | 0:03:56 | 0:04:01 | |
..he shall save his soul alive. | 0:04:12 | 0:04:14 | |
I acknowledge my transgressions, | 0:04:19 | 0:04:22 | |
and my sin is ever before me. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:25 | |
Repent ye, for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. | 0:04:25 | 0:04:30 | |
# Oh, come, let us sing unto the Lord | 0:04:30 | 0:04:35 | |
# Let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation... # | 0:04:35 | 0:04:42 | |
Something to keep an eye on. | 0:04:42 | 0:04:45 | |
-Mr Crisparkle! -Thank you, Reverend. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:47 | |
-Thank you for your forbearance. -Not ill, Mr Jasper? | 0:04:52 | 0:04:56 | |
Only that sleep is hard to find. | 0:04:56 | 0:04:57 | |
My mother will be thrilled | 0:04:57 | 0:04:59 | |
to offer you her famous medicine chest once again. Previously she only had me to experiment on. | 0:04:59 | 0:05:05 | |
The lady's very kind. But I expect my nephew today. | 0:05:05 | 0:05:07 | |
Ah, I'm very glad to hear it! | 0:05:07 | 0:05:09 | |
Edwin will do you more good than a dozen medicine chests. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:12 | |
If he does not come soon I will die of longing! | 0:05:30 | 0:05:33 | |
Rosa has no idea how lucky she is. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
Oh, for heaven's sake, you know nothing about it. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:39 | |
There he is! Oh, look at his lovely hair! | 0:05:39 | 0:05:43 | |
Will you please be quiet?! | 0:05:43 | 0:05:46 | |
It's so romantic I could faint. | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
Mr Edwin Drood to see Miss Rosa Bud. | 0:05:58 | 0:06:00 | |
THEY GIGGLE | 0:06:05 | 0:06:08 | |
It is just so absurd. | 0:06:08 | 0:06:09 | |
What is so absurd, Rosie? | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
The whole thing. Girls and servants scuttling about giggling, | 0:06:11 | 0:06:14 | |
when it's only you come to call. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:15 | |
That's a nice way to welcome your fiance! | 0:06:15 | 0:06:18 | |
Rosie... | 0:06:18 | 0:06:19 | |
I can't kiss you, Eddy, because I've got a pear drop in my mouth. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:23 | |
Miss Twinkleton. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:25 | |
How do you do, Mr Drood? | 0:06:25 | 0:06:28 | |
Very glad indeed to have the pleasure once more. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:30 | |
Pray excuse me. | 0:06:30 | 0:06:32 | |
Tweezers. Ah! | 0:06:32 | 0:06:34 | |
Shall I just go? | 0:06:43 | 0:06:45 | |
No. No, not so soon, the girls will only want to know why. | 0:06:45 | 0:06:49 | |
So, how are you? | 0:06:49 | 0:06:52 | |
I'd like to reply much the better for seeing you, Rosie. | 0:06:52 | 0:06:55 | |
Jack? | 0:07:16 | 0:07:19 | |
BELLS CHIME | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
Jack? | 0:07:24 | 0:07:26 | |
-Agh! -Jack, you monster! | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
-Ned! -Put me down! -Ned! Oh, Ned, at last. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:32 | |
Are you wet? Cold? Hungry? | 0:07:32 | 0:07:35 | |
Not wet, not cold. Hungry, yes, hungry as a horse. | 0:07:35 | 0:07:38 | |
Don't mollycoddle me, Jack, there's a good fellow. | 0:07:38 | 0:07:41 | |
Let me look at you. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:42 | |
You're late. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
I looked in on Rosa first. | 0:07:48 | 0:07:50 | |
Oh, that's a dreadful old picture, Jack. I've more skill now. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:58 | |
I'd draw you another one tomorrow, | 0:07:58 | 0:07:59 | |
but I can't be sure she'll ever show me that smile again. | 0:07:59 | 0:08:02 | |
To a young bride, nervously awaiting her nuptial day. | 0:08:02 | 0:08:05 | |
Nervous! Huh! | 0:08:05 | 0:08:06 | |
Miss Rosa is all thorns and no petals. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:08 | |
-Ned! -Oh, but the girl provokes me so! | 0:08:08 | 0:08:11 | |
Miss Pert. Miss Scornful. | 0:08:11 | 0:08:15 | |
Nothing I say ever pleases her. | 0:08:15 | 0:08:17 | |
That young lady is too good for you, boy. | 0:08:17 | 0:08:19 | |
God, if only I could choose, Jack. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:21 | |
The loveliest girl in the world is yours, | 0:08:21 | 0:08:24 | |
and you should thank God as well as your father for it. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
Oh, you can say so, it's all very well for you. | 0:08:27 | 0:08:29 | |
Your life's not mapped out for you, your work and your marriage, | 0:08:29 | 0:08:34 | |
all to scale and lined and dotted out like some infernal surveyor's plan. | 0:08:34 | 0:08:38 | |
-You can choose for yourself. -Ha! | 0:08:38 | 0:08:41 | |
Jack, you look ghastly. | 0:08:41 | 0:08:43 | |
What is it? You're frightening me! | 0:08:43 | 0:08:45 | |
Now, don't you mollycoddly me. My medicine's at my bed. | 0:08:45 | 0:08:49 | |
My Jack's an opium eater! | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
You disapprove? | 0:08:57 | 0:08:59 | |
No, no, no. If laudanum helps to ease the pain... | 0:08:59 | 0:09:02 | |
To forget. To forget the pain. To forget this place. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:06 | |
You can't be unhappy here, Jack. | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
Not when you've so exactly found your niche in life? | 0:09:08 | 0:09:12 | |
You're so deeply respected in this queer old place. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
-And you've your heavenly music. -I hate it, Ned. | 0:09:15 | 0:09:18 | |
I hate the grinding monotony of it. | 0:09:18 | 0:09:21 | |
What is a man's life, | 0:09:21 | 0:09:23 | |
where his only choice is which hymn number to select today? | 0:09:23 | 0:09:26 | |
See how even a poor choirmaster may suffer the itch of ambition, | 0:09:26 | 0:09:31 | |
but these are private thoughts and this is a confidence between us. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:34 | |
Of course. It shall be sacredly preserved. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
Take it as a warning, then. | 0:09:36 | 0:09:40 | |
My dear fellow, you need never fear | 0:09:40 | 0:09:42 | |
that I will give in to the same despair. Look at me, I'm smiling! | 0:09:42 | 0:09:47 | |
For in a few months, I shall carry Rosa away from school | 0:09:47 | 0:09:49 | |
as Mrs Edwin Drood, and she shall set sail with me | 0:09:49 | 0:09:52 | |
for our new life in the east. | 0:09:52 | 0:09:54 | |
And we shall be happy, because we shall have made up our minds to be. | 0:09:54 | 0:09:57 | |
You won't be warned, then? | 0:09:59 | 0:10:01 | |
Dear Jack! | 0:10:03 | 0:10:05 | |
Hah! Surrender, wicked mirror! Your money or your life. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:26 | |
While you're waiting for the poor item to decide, | 0:10:26 | 0:10:29 | |
I have a job for you. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:31 | |
That's far too many. Our poor guest will boil. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:38 | |
On the contrary, Sept, | 0:10:38 | 0:10:39 | |
our climate will be a freezing torment to a tropical soul. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:44 | |
-Oh! -What? | 0:10:44 | 0:10:46 | |
What if the bellringers disturb his sleep? | 0:10:46 | 0:10:50 | |
I'll move the cathedral, shall I? | 0:10:50 | 0:10:53 | |
Ah! | 0:10:58 | 0:10:59 | |
Come on, then. | 0:11:04 | 0:11:07 | |
What we got today, Mr Durdles? | 0:11:07 | 0:11:08 | |
Who's this "we" when he's at home? | 0:11:08 | 0:11:10 | |
This is Durdles' dinner entirely, | 0:11:10 | 0:11:13 | |
what he is sharing with a workhouse ragamuffin | 0:11:13 | 0:11:16 | |
-out of the goodness of his heart. -Cheese! -Yeah. | 0:11:16 | 0:11:18 | |
CHORISTERS SING | 0:11:21 | 0:11:24 | |
Blooming racket's enough to put an honest man off his lunch. | 0:11:30 | 0:11:33 | |
Ow! | 0:11:33 | 0:11:34 | |
Stop, stop, stop, stop! | 0:11:35 | 0:11:39 | |
I know there are a lot of low notes, | 0:11:39 | 0:11:43 | |
but when did you hear me say you're allowed to growl | 0:11:43 | 0:11:47 | |
like a pack of Bengal tigers? | 0:11:47 | 0:11:50 | |
Keep it bright, keep that smile in your mouths. | 0:11:50 | 0:11:53 | |
The key note is IS G, but it is an odd form of G minor, | 0:11:53 | 0:11:56 | |
so don't root down in mud and boots, think upwards, think of heaven. | 0:11:56 | 0:12:01 | |
And this time prove to me you can sing sharp as well as flat. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:05 | |
# According to thy word | 0:12:07 | 0:12:13 | |
# For mine eyes have seen | 0:12:13 | 0:12:17 | |
# Thy salvation | 0:12:17 | 0:12:22 | |
# Which thou hast prepared | 0:12:22 | 0:12:27 | |
# Before the face of all people... # | 0:12:27 | 0:12:37 | |
Ethelinda, reverential wife of Mr Thomas Sapsea. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:44 | |
Mayor, estate agent, auctioneer, etc, etc, etc, | 0:12:44 | 0:12:50 | |
of this very city, whose knowledge of the world, | 0:12:50 | 0:12:54 | |
though somewhat extensive, never brought him acquainted | 0:12:54 | 0:12:57 | |
with a spirit more capable of looking up to him. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:02 | |
That spirit being your late wife? | 0:13:02 | 0:13:04 | |
Stranger, pause, and ask thyself the question. | 0:13:04 | 0:13:10 | |
Canst thou do likewise? | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
If not, with a blush, retire. | 0:13:12 | 0:13:16 | |
A fine tribute. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:20 | |
I do not reproach myself, sir. | 0:13:20 | 0:13:22 | |
A little long, perhaps? | 0:13:22 | 0:13:24 | |
But there have been times when I have asked myself the question, | 0:13:24 | 0:13:27 | |
what if her husband had not been so very superior to her? | 0:13:27 | 0:13:31 | |
If she had not had to look up so high, | 0:13:31 | 0:13:33 | |
what might have been the stimulating effect upon her liver? | 0:13:33 | 0:13:38 | |
Durdles, what say you as to length? | 0:13:41 | 0:13:43 | |
Hold it up for us. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:44 | |
It'll fit within an eighth of an inch. Give us the key. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:51 | |
Um, surely this fine inscription | 0:13:51 | 0:13:56 | |
is not to be hidden from public view inside the crypt? | 0:13:56 | 0:13:59 | |
When Durdles goes back to put a touch or a finish on his work, | 0:13:59 | 0:14:03 | |
Durdles likes to check the whole job. | 0:14:03 | 0:14:06 | |
Inside and outside. | 0:14:06 | 0:14:09 | |
Key, Mr Mayor, if you please. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:12 | |
Why, Durdles, you're overloaded with ironmongery. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:16 | |
Weighed down by life, is Durdles. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:19 | |
And I'm sure the mayor's key is the heaviest of all. | 0:14:19 | 0:14:22 | |
Indeed, sir, it shall be. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:25 | |
Oh, may I? | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
Most impressive. | 0:14:29 | 0:14:30 | |
You may retain the key, Durdles, for I have another, | 0:14:32 | 0:14:37 | |
and how the cold is creeping into my bones. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:40 | |
Good day to you both. | 0:14:41 | 0:14:43 | |
Good day, Mr Sapsea. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:44 | |
Yours is a curious existence. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:52 | |
Yours is another. | 0:14:53 | 0:14:54 | |
In as much as we both inhabit the same old earthy, | 0:14:54 | 0:14:58 | |
chilly, never-changing place. | 0:14:58 | 0:15:00 | |
But there's more mystery and interest in your work. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:03 | |
Nobody knows this place like Durdles. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:06 | |
Every corner of it has Durdles' handiwork upon it. | 0:15:07 | 0:15:11 | |
Find his way round it blindfold. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:15 | |
Day or night. | 0:15:15 | 0:15:16 | |
You shall show me. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:18 | |
Durdles got better things to do. | 0:15:20 | 0:15:23 | |
Excuse me, boys. | 0:15:38 | 0:15:39 | |
Miss Landless? | 0:15:42 | 0:15:44 | |
Oh, welcome to Cloisterham. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:47 | |
I'm Reverend Septimus Crisparkle. How do you do? | 0:15:47 | 0:15:50 | |
How do you do, sir? | 0:15:50 | 0:15:51 | |
-And this must be... -My brother, Neville. | 0:15:56 | 0:16:00 | |
Splendid. | 0:16:08 | 0:16:09 | |
My dear children, such a dreadfully long voyage, but you're home now. | 0:16:11 | 0:16:18 | |
100 miles south of Jaffna, I believe? | 0:16:25 | 0:16:28 | |
Yes, sir. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:29 | |
Dutch, and then French, till we British got hold of it. | 0:16:34 | 0:16:38 | |
The harbour, you see. Very fine. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:42 | |
Trincomalee! What a tongue-twister. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:47 | |
It means Lord of the Sacred Hill in our mother's language. | 0:16:49 | 0:16:53 | |
Yes, your mother... | 0:16:53 | 0:16:55 | |
Was a Christian lady. | 0:16:55 | 0:16:56 | |
Oh, of course. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
The letter from the mission school related to us | 0:16:58 | 0:17:02 | |
the sad news of the death of your stepfather. | 0:17:02 | 0:17:05 | |
To be orphaned twice... | 0:17:05 | 0:17:06 | |
We have each other. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:08 | |
"Trincomalee! What a tongue-twister?" | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
It's like talking to a pair of brick walls. | 0:17:19 | 0:17:22 | |
Perhaps in the company of other young people... | 0:17:22 | 0:17:24 | |
Oh, round some up, Sept. Quick as you can! | 0:17:24 | 0:17:27 | |
Boilers again. Boilers and pyramids and canals. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:31 | |
How can you not take an interest in the triumphs of engineering that'll change an undeveloped country? | 0:17:31 | 0:17:36 | |
Who cares about Egypt?! Talk about something else. | 0:17:36 | 0:17:40 | |
-Next, you'll say you don't want to come. -You're being ridiculous. | 0:17:40 | 0:17:43 | |
Mr Neville Landless, Miss Helena Landless, | 0:17:43 | 0:17:45 | |
may I present to you Miss Rosa Bud and Mr Edwin Drood? | 0:17:45 | 0:17:50 | |
How do you do? | 0:17:50 | 0:17:52 | |
I see I disappoint you. | 0:17:55 | 0:17:57 | |
An unusual name, sir, but familiar to us, | 0:17:58 | 0:18:02 | |
as a Mr Drood was among the kindly benefactors of our mission school. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:08 | |
Not I, Miss Landless, I have not yet set foot in the tropics, | 0:18:08 | 0:18:12 | |
nor my father either, who is dead these nine years. | 0:18:12 | 0:18:16 | |
I am more than sorry to hear that. | 0:18:19 | 0:18:20 | |
Miss Twinkleton, your new pupil. | 0:18:20 | 0:18:24 | |
And you sir, to the piano if you please. And Rosa! | 0:18:24 | 0:18:27 | |
Yes, yes, come along, now. | 0:18:27 | 0:18:30 | |
Oh, some songs before tea, the rule on our alternate musical Wednesdays. | 0:18:30 | 0:18:36 | |
Yes, sing for our suppers, Rosie, it's the least you can do. | 0:18:36 | 0:18:39 | |
Miss Helena... | 0:18:39 | 0:18:40 | |
If you care to sit here. | 0:18:45 | 0:18:46 | |
# Believe me if all those endearing young charms | 0:18:52 | 0:18:59 | |
# Which I gaze on so fondly today | 0:18:59 | 0:19:05 | |
# Were to change by tomorrow | 0:19:06 | 0:19:10 | |
# And fleet in my arms | 0:19:10 | 0:19:12 | |
# Like fairy gifts fading away | 0:19:12 | 0:19:17 | |
# Thou wouldst still be adored | 0:19:19 | 0:19:22 | |
# As this moment thou art | 0:19:22 | 0:19:26 | |
# Let thy loveliness fade as it will | 0:19:26 | 0:19:32 | |
# And around the dear ruin | 0:19:32 | 0:19:36 | |
# Each wish of my heart | 0:19:36 | 0:19:39 | |
# Would entwine itself verdantly still. # | 0:19:39 | 0:19:46 | |
APPLAUSE Charming, my dear. Most mellifluous. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:49 | |
HE STARTS ANOTHER SONG | 0:19:49 | 0:19:51 | |
-Please, that's enough. -Oh, Rosie, what's the fuss? | 0:19:51 | 0:19:54 | |
There'll be tears next, Jack, and for nothing, as usual. | 0:19:54 | 0:19:57 | |
If a young lady wishes to stop, what gentleman would force her on? | 0:19:57 | 0:20:02 | |
Oh, there are no gentlemen here, sir. Only a fiance and a music master. | 0:20:02 | 0:20:07 | |
Shall she take orders from both of them? | 0:20:07 | 0:20:10 | |
Orders? Never. But what if I beg? | 0:20:10 | 0:20:14 | |
-Rosie Posie, be a dear... -Stop it. Stop it! | 0:20:14 | 0:20:17 | |
Come away, come away. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:18 | |
There, Jack, Miss Landless agrees with me! | 0:20:18 | 0:20:21 | |
-You are a monster and she's afraid of you, too. -Never. | 0:20:21 | 0:20:25 | |
Well, I think it's time for a drink... | 0:20:32 | 0:20:34 | |
My guests are very young, my dear Mr Jasper, and very tired... | 0:20:34 | 0:20:38 | |
I take no offence, madam, truly, | 0:20:38 | 0:20:39 | |
it's only one of my sudden headaches, forgive me. | 0:20:39 | 0:20:42 | |
I had already put this aside for you. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:44 | |
You are most kind. | 0:20:50 | 0:20:51 | |
Thank you. | 0:20:53 | 0:20:55 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Do that again and I'll kill you. | 0:21:14 | 0:21:17 | |
You lie! | 0:21:17 | 0:21:19 | |
Get off me! Get off me! Get off! | 0:21:21 | 0:21:24 | |
I could turn you off like a tap. | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
I am sure Miss Bud will make you very comfortable, Miss Landless. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:36 | |
Good night! | 0:21:36 | 0:21:37 | |
This is my bed, and that shall be yours. | 0:21:47 | 0:21:50 | |
It's beautiful. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:52 | |
I hope you shall not hate sharing it with me. | 0:21:54 | 0:21:56 | |
Oh, the other girls are such geese! | 0:21:56 | 0:21:59 | |
Come, let me take down your hair. | 0:22:02 | 0:22:05 | |
I imagine we shan't be here together for very long. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:13 | |
No, indeed. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:14 | |
For come the summer, I shall be married and away. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:18 | |
Married to a man who makes you cry in company. | 0:22:18 | 0:22:20 | |
Oh, that's just Eddy's way! | 0:22:22 | 0:22:25 | |
He doesn't mean it. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:26 | |
You do love him, Rosa? | 0:22:28 | 0:22:30 | |
ROSA LAUGHS | 0:22:30 | 0:22:32 | |
What a question! | 0:22:32 | 0:22:33 | |
I have been engaged to Eddy for ever. Of course I love him. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:38 | |
You are so very young. | 0:22:38 | 0:22:40 | |
17. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:41 | |
Sometimes I wonder... | 0:22:46 | 0:22:47 | |
..how can I be sure this is what love feels like? | 0:22:49 | 0:22:52 | |
I only know what I HOPE it feels like. | 0:22:55 | 0:22:58 | |
THEY GIGGLE | 0:22:59 | 0:23:01 | |
The other gentleman... | 0:23:05 | 0:23:06 | |
Don't speak of him. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:08 | |
You do know he loves you? | 0:23:11 | 0:23:12 | |
Oh, don't say that out loud. | 0:23:12 | 0:23:14 | |
Good sir! Our agreement. | 0:23:22 | 0:23:26 | |
Who's died? | 0:23:26 | 0:23:27 | |
You were to conduct me on a tour. | 0:23:27 | 0:23:29 | |
The mysterious world of Durdles. | 0:23:29 | 0:23:32 | |
Not tonight. Durdles is going home for his supper. | 0:23:32 | 0:23:35 | |
I have all the nourishment we need. | 0:23:35 | 0:23:37 | |
Watch your step, Mr Jasper. | 0:23:45 | 0:23:49 | |
As fine a choirmaster as you might be up there, | 0:23:49 | 0:23:52 | |
down here is Durdles the presiding spirit. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:55 | |
There's people hidden away in every corner down here, Mr Jasper. | 0:24:02 | 0:24:08 | |
Old 'uns that's walled up... | 0:24:12 | 0:24:14 | |
..and forgotten for ever by everyone excepting Durdles. | 0:24:17 | 0:24:23 | |
You spoke of nourishment? | 0:24:29 | 0:24:31 | |
Not frightened of ghosts, then? | 0:24:44 | 0:24:46 | |
What rational man fears the dead? | 0:24:48 | 0:24:50 | |
That's true, the dead can't hurt ya. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:53 | |
Give you a fright, though. | 0:24:53 | 0:24:55 | |
You're not going to claim you've seen a ghost, Durdles? | 0:24:57 | 0:25:00 | |
You'll disappoint me if you do. | 0:25:00 | 0:25:01 | |
Not seen one, no. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:03 | |
Heard one, though. | 0:25:06 | 0:25:09 | |
I was enjoying my 40 winks one night, | 0:25:09 | 0:25:11 | |
though the nourishment was nowhere near as good as this is, | 0:25:11 | 0:25:15 | |
Mr Jasper, thanking you kindly. When what should wake me? | 0:25:15 | 0:25:19 | |
The ghost of a cry, that's what. | 0:25:20 | 0:25:23 | |
The ghost of one terrific shriek... | 0:25:25 | 0:25:28 | |
..with an echo like a long, | 0:25:29 | 0:25:31 | |
dismal, woeful howl, such as a dog gives when a person's dead. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:36 | |
You speak of long ago. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:41 | |
No more than a year. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:43 | |
It was just when we buried poor Mrs Sapsea. | 0:25:43 | 0:25:46 | |
Not ashamed to confess I thought it was her. | 0:25:47 | 0:25:50 | |
The lady mayoress, crying for release from her own fresh grave. | 0:25:50 | 0:25:55 | |
Not ashamed to confess I ran all the way home | 0:25:57 | 0:26:01 | |
and never came back to lock up until the morning. | 0:26:01 | 0:26:05 | |
The ghost of one terrific shriek. | 0:26:05 | 0:26:09 | |
He terrifies me. | 0:26:50 | 0:26:52 | |
When he corrects me, and strikes a note, or a chord, | 0:26:52 | 0:26:58 | |
his voice is in the music...whispering... | 0:26:58 | 0:27:03 | |
that he pursues me as a lover. | 0:27:03 | 0:27:07 | |
What words does he use, little one? | 0:27:09 | 0:27:12 | |
I could argue with words. | 0:27:12 | 0:27:14 | |
But he has made a slave of me with his music. | 0:27:14 | 0:27:18 | |
He has forced me to understand him without his saying a word | 0:27:18 | 0:27:21 | |
and he has forced me to keep silent without his uttering a threat. | 0:27:21 | 0:27:24 | |
Is that why you don't tell Edwin? | 0:27:24 | 0:27:27 | |
Oh, Eddy is devoted to him! | 0:27:27 | 0:27:29 | |
John Jasper is more than an uncle to him, he is a guardian and protector. | 0:27:29 | 0:27:33 | |
You must never breathe a word! Promise me, on your life. | 0:27:35 | 0:27:37 | |
Of course. | 0:27:37 | 0:27:39 | |
Good night, little one. I'm here now. | 0:27:42 | 0:27:45 | |
There's no need to be scared. | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
I'm sorry about your father. | 0:27:57 | 0:27:59 | |
No need to feel sorry for me, Mr Neville. I hardly knew my father, he lived so much abroad. | 0:27:59 | 0:28:03 | |
-He died in action? -No! A mining accident in Upper Egypt. | 0:28:03 | 0:28:07 | |
He died making money. | 0:28:07 | 0:28:08 | |
Don't look so puzzled. | 0:28:09 | 0:28:11 | |
He was an officer in the Royal Engineers, and no man got rich on army pay. | 0:28:11 | 0:28:14 | |
Set up a pretty little construction business, which is left to me when I'm 21. | 0:28:14 | 0:28:18 | |
I congratulate you. And on your other good fortune. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:21 | |
-Miss Rosa? -You ask a good too many questions already, Mr Neville, | 0:28:21 | 0:28:24 | |
and this matter is none of your business. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:26 | |
The young lady is under one roof with my sister. | 0:28:26 | 0:28:29 | |
-Not for long, thank God. -Your discourtesy does not become you. | 0:28:29 | 0:28:33 | |
What an odd little thing you are. | 0:28:35 | 0:28:36 | |
Ned! Ned! | 0:28:39 | 0:28:43 | |
Ned, dear boy! | 0:28:43 | 0:28:44 | |
You are the host in this town | 0:28:44 | 0:28:46 | |
and must respect the sacred rules of hospitality! | 0:28:46 | 0:28:49 | |
Ned will be off soon, Mr Neville, | 0:28:51 | 0:28:54 | |
sailing away with his lady love to a life of freedom and adventures. | 0:28:54 | 0:28:59 | |
Look at him lounging there like a lord. | 0:28:59 | 0:29:01 | |
The world is all before him. Where to choose? | 0:29:01 | 0:29:04 | |
Isn't that right, Mr Neville? Whereas we lesser mortals... | 0:29:04 | 0:29:09 | |
To Ned, my dearest fellow. | 0:29:11 | 0:29:14 | |
HE SPLUTTERS | 0:29:18 | 0:29:19 | |
-Lord Jack, this is strong stuff for our new friend. -I can take it. | 0:29:19 | 0:29:24 | |
And now a toast to Mr Neville, newly-arrived from far-flung...? | 0:29:24 | 0:29:29 | |
Ceylon. Off the south coast of India. | 0:29:29 | 0:29:32 | |
Mr Neville, every schoolboy knows that. | 0:29:32 | 0:29:34 | |
Jack, you're quite right. | 0:29:34 | 0:29:37 | |
I understand you're orphans? | 0:29:37 | 0:29:39 | |
-Our mother died when we were 12 years old. -I am a damn fortunate fellow. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:42 | |
I'm sorry to hear that. And your father? | 0:29:42 | 0:29:44 | |
And Rosie's a damn lucky girl, if she did but know it. | 0:29:44 | 0:29:47 | |
Too damn good for the likes of you. | 0:29:47 | 0:29:49 | |
Now, do speak up, sir. | 0:29:49 | 0:29:50 | |
You might be worth more, Mr Drood, if you had known hardship like other people. | 0:29:50 | 0:29:55 | |
I find I tire very easily of the wisdom of the East. | 0:29:55 | 0:29:58 | |
Hospitality, Ned... | 0:29:58 | 0:29:59 | |
You talk as if you were some kind of rare and precious prize, | 0:29:59 | 0:30:02 | |
but you're just a common boaster. | 0:30:02 | 0:30:04 | |
You may know a black common boaster when you see him, but you are no judge of white men. | 0:30:04 | 0:30:08 | |
Mr Neville, for shame! | 0:30:09 | 0:30:11 | |
Ned, I beg you, I command you, back away! | 0:30:11 | 0:30:14 | |
Mr Neville, I will have your weapon. | 0:30:14 | 0:30:18 | |
Open your hand, sir! | 0:30:18 | 0:30:20 | |
Mr Neville! | 0:30:35 | 0:30:38 | |
Last night, you were not sober. | 0:30:40 | 0:30:43 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 0:30:43 | 0:30:44 | |
Through the mercy of God I was swift and strong with him, | 0:30:50 | 0:30:54 | |
or he would have cut Edwin down on my hearth, murder in his heart. | 0:30:54 | 0:30:57 | |
No, no, there's no need for such strong words. | 0:30:57 | 0:30:59 | |
You, my dear sir, have accepted a dangerous charge into your house. | 0:30:59 | 0:31:02 | |
You are our foremost man of culture, Mr Jasper. | 0:31:05 | 0:31:08 | |
There is no reason why you should have known that natives | 0:31:08 | 0:31:12 | |
cannot be trusted with strong drink. | 0:31:12 | 0:31:14 | |
It is because I fear for your safety, dear madam, | 0:31:14 | 0:31:17 | |
that I now raise my concerns. | 0:31:17 | 0:31:20 | |
I appreciate the kindness of, er, of your intention. | 0:31:20 | 0:31:24 | |
-Um... -Madam. | 0:31:24 | 0:31:26 | |
One is forced to wonder, Mr Jasper, | 0:31:28 | 0:31:30 | |
why the minor canon hadn't the courage to tell his mother himself? | 0:31:30 | 0:31:33 | |
"Horum omnium fortissimi sunt Belgae." | 0:31:37 | 0:31:44 | |
"Of all of these the bravest are the Belgians." | 0:31:44 | 0:31:48 | |
Not Belgians, Mr Neville. No such thing as Belgians in 55BC. | 0:31:48 | 0:31:55 | |
Mr Neville has begun his studies by jumping | 0:31:55 | 0:31:57 | |
straight into Caesar's Gallic Wars. | 0:31:57 | 0:31:59 | |
Means to lay waste to every tribe in Kent, does he? | 0:32:01 | 0:32:05 | |
Translate to the end of the chapter, please, | 0:32:10 | 0:32:13 | |
and we will meet again before luncheon to continue our discussion of your apology. | 0:32:13 | 0:32:17 | |
-I cannot apologise to Mr Drood. -I do not present you with a choice. | 0:32:17 | 0:32:20 | |
Our lives have been hard, sir. Our stepfather was a brute. | 0:32:23 | 0:32:28 | |
If that is the reason for the anger in your soul, Mr Neville, | 0:32:29 | 0:32:32 | |
it will be your duty to fight it with forgiveness. | 0:32:32 | 0:32:36 | |
I am secretive and vengeful. | 0:32:36 | 0:32:38 | |
I have the manners of a heathen and a touch of the tiger in my blood. | 0:32:38 | 0:32:41 | |
Your stepfather speaks through you from beyond the grave. | 0:32:42 | 0:32:45 | |
Those were his opinions of me, yes. | 0:32:45 | 0:32:48 | |
It was a good thing he died when he did, or I might have killed him. | 0:32:48 | 0:32:51 | |
Mr Neville! | 0:32:51 | 0:32:52 | |
Nothing can justify such violent thoughts... | 0:32:52 | 0:32:56 | |
You never saw him beat your twin sister. | 0:32:56 | 0:32:58 | |
Not even a beloved and beautiful sister's tears. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:02 | |
She never cried. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:04 | |
My sister would have let him rip her to pieces | 0:33:05 | 0:33:08 | |
before she would let him believe he could make her shed a tear. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:12 | |
This was not idle gossip. This was the mayor of Cloisterham talking. | 0:33:14 | 0:33:19 | |
Don't try to make me laugh, I'm not in the mood. | 0:33:19 | 0:33:22 | |
-The difference between us is that I believe the two men were equally at fault. -And I do not. | 0:33:22 | 0:33:26 | |
-But why not, Ma? -Because I don't. | 0:33:26 | 0:33:30 | |
Though, of course, I am open to discussion. | 0:33:30 | 0:33:33 | |
That's exactly what you're not. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:35 | |
I had planned to suggest to you that we jointly hush the whole thing up | 0:33:49 | 0:33:52 | |
to save the reputations of all concerned. | 0:33:52 | 0:33:54 | |
Now you've discussed it with the mayor, which is to say the entire town... | 0:33:54 | 0:33:58 | |
-What do you know of Neville Landless and his sister? -They are orphans in need of an education. | 0:33:58 | 0:34:03 | |
Jasper, they are strangers in a strange land. | 0:34:03 | 0:34:07 | |
Send them away before that boy does serious damage. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:10 | |
We cannot permit one mistake to turn into a destiny which cannot be escaped. | 0:34:10 | 0:34:14 | |
Such is life, surely. | 0:34:14 | 0:34:16 | |
Young ladies, you may set aside your sewing. | 0:34:17 | 0:34:20 | |
Miss Rosa, your guardian is here from London. | 0:34:20 | 0:34:24 | |
Come along, girls! | 0:34:24 | 0:34:26 | |
Ooh! | 0:34:28 | 0:34:30 | |
Sir. | 0:34:30 | 0:34:32 | |
My visits here are like those of the angels. | 0:34:49 | 0:34:52 | |
Not that I compare myself to an angel. | 0:34:52 | 0:34:55 | |
No, Mr Grewgious, sir. | 0:34:55 | 0:34:58 | |
I merely refer to my visits being few and far between. | 0:34:58 | 0:35:02 | |
The angels having, as we see, just run away upstairs. | 0:35:03 | 0:35:08 | |
Do take a seat, sir. | 0:35:08 | 0:35:09 | |
You are my guardian angel, Mr Grewgious, always. | 0:35:12 | 0:35:16 | |
I refer to the guiding memorandum which I prepared earlier. | 0:35:20 | 0:35:24 | |
So, my dear. "Well and happy." | 0:35:26 | 0:35:30 | |
Yes, indeed, sir, thank you. | 0:35:30 | 0:35:32 | |
"Pounds, shillings and pence." | 0:35:35 | 0:35:38 | |
A dry subject for a young lady, but... | 0:35:38 | 0:35:40 | |
I want for nothing. | 0:35:40 | 0:35:42 | |
"Marriage." | 0:35:46 | 0:35:48 | |
I remember how you love fresh air, Mr Grewgious. | 0:35:53 | 0:35:56 | |
Do I? | 0:35:57 | 0:35:59 | |
You like him, and he likes you. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:02 | |
I like him very much, sir. | 0:36:02 | 0:36:04 | |
-Capital. -But what happens if we don't get married? | 0:36:04 | 0:36:09 | |
You haven't read your father's will? | 0:36:09 | 0:36:11 | |
Um...the legal language. | 0:36:11 | 0:36:14 | |
You will remain my ward for another 4 years, until you are 21, | 0:36:14 | 0:36:19 | |
and then come into your inheritance just the same. | 0:36:19 | 0:36:22 | |
You are really asking if you stand to lose your inheritance | 0:36:24 | 0:36:27 | |
if you go against your father's wishes. | 0:36:27 | 0:36:31 | |
-That sounds so dreadful. -Rosa. | 0:36:31 | 0:36:34 | |
Do you suppose that if your dear father were here today | 0:36:34 | 0:36:37 | |
he would want you to be unhappy in any way that can be imagined? | 0:36:37 | 0:36:41 | |
Preposterous. | 0:36:41 | 0:36:43 | |
My dear, two young people can only be betrothed in marriage | 0:36:44 | 0:36:48 | |
of their own free will. | 0:36:48 | 0:36:49 | |
Lord, bless me! | 0:36:52 | 0:36:53 | |
You find me rather the worse for wear, I'm afraid. | 0:36:55 | 0:37:00 | |
Um... | 0:37:07 | 0:37:08 | |
May I offer you, er... | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
A glass of water will suffice, thank you. | 0:37:10 | 0:37:13 | |
Please, be...be seated. My manners are Pictish today. | 0:37:20 | 0:37:23 | |
This is a certified copy of Rosa's father's will. | 0:37:45 | 0:37:49 | |
Oh, thank you. | 0:37:49 | 0:37:51 | |
Keep it safe. | 0:37:51 | 0:37:53 | |
You are staying long in Cloisterham? | 0:37:53 | 0:37:56 | |
Oh, no, no. Back to London as soon as I can. | 0:37:56 | 0:37:58 | |
I am an awkward species of a man, with no experience of such delights, | 0:38:04 | 0:38:12 | |
but I figure to myself, subject to your correction, Mr Edwin, | 0:38:12 | 0:38:18 | |
that the true lover is ever impatient to be close to the object | 0:38:18 | 0:38:23 | |
of his affections, seeking her company as a bird seeks its nest. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:29 | |
I do write to her in between visits. | 0:38:29 | 0:38:32 | |
Although I'm an engineer, not a poet. | 0:38:32 | 0:38:35 | |
You will notice from your perusal of Rosa's father's will, | 0:38:38 | 0:38:43 | |
a kindly allusion to a little trust, confided to me in conversation, | 0:38:43 | 0:38:50 | |
to discharge at such time as I in my discretion may think best. | 0:38:50 | 0:38:55 | |
This ring was removed from the dead hand of Rosa's mother, | 0:39:02 | 0:39:08 | |
in my presence. | 0:39:08 | 0:39:09 | |
Your placing it on her daughter's finger... | 0:39:13 | 0:39:16 | |
..will be the most solemn seal upon your love. | 0:39:18 | 0:39:22 | |
Take it. | 0:39:26 | 0:39:28 | |
If anything should be even | 0:39:32 | 0:39:34 | |
slightly amiss between you, | 0:39:34 | 0:39:37 | |
if you should have even the slightest suspicion | 0:39:37 | 0:39:42 | |
that you are marrying for other than | 0:39:42 | 0:39:45 | |
the highest reasons of true love, | 0:39:45 | 0:39:49 | |
I charge you, Edwin Drood, | 0:39:49 | 0:39:52 | |
by the living and the dead, | 0:39:52 | 0:39:55 | |
to bring that ring back to me. | 0:39:55 | 0:39:58 | |
I give you my word. | 0:40:02 | 0:40:05 | |
What a fool you must think me, Jack. | 0:40:12 | 0:40:16 | |
What was it you said to me? | 0:40:17 | 0:40:20 | |
"The loveliest girl in the world | 0:40:20 | 0:40:22 | |
"is yours by will and testament, Ned." | 0:40:22 | 0:40:25 | |
To think I ever entertained any doubts | 0:40:25 | 0:40:28 | |
when it seems so real to me now. | 0:40:28 | 0:40:31 | |
So sacred. | 0:40:31 | 0:40:32 | |
I shan't wait until the summer. | 0:40:34 | 0:40:37 | |
I shall marry Rosa on the day that I turn 21. | 0:40:38 | 0:40:41 | |
Shake my hand on it. | 0:40:41 | 0:40:43 | |
Thank you, dearest Jack. | 0:40:46 | 0:40:48 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:40:51 | 0:40:54 | |
But if we are to stay here, | 0:41:00 | 0:41:02 | |
-even for a short while... -I cannot do it. | 0:41:02 | 0:41:05 | |
I cannot. Now more than ever. | 0:41:05 | 0:41:08 | |
Can't you see? | 0:41:08 | 0:41:09 | |
I apologise if I intrude on a restorative walk. | 0:41:29 | 0:41:33 | |
This is a new pleasure for us, Mr Crisparkle. We do not come from a walking country. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:37 | |
I'm glad to see you become so very English so very soon. | 0:41:37 | 0:41:40 | |
Miss Landless, may I come straight to the point? | 0:41:40 | 0:41:43 | |
You have been not 48 hours in Cloisterham | 0:41:43 | 0:41:45 | |
and already there is a notion abroad that Mr Neville | 0:41:45 | 0:41:48 | |
is a dangerously passionate fellow | 0:41:48 | 0:41:50 | |
of an uncontrollable and vicious temper. | 0:41:50 | 0:41:53 | |
-Because we are strangers? -No. | 0:41:53 | 0:41:56 | |
Well, yes, possibly. | 0:41:57 | 0:41:59 | |
-Sir, he cannot help it. -His background is not an excuse. | 0:41:59 | 0:42:02 | |
Mr Neville, you are clenching your fist and I dislike it. | 0:42:02 | 0:42:06 | |
I cannot help it. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:08 | |
He treats that beautiful creature like a doll | 0:42:08 | 0:42:10 | |
and I despise him for it. | 0:42:10 | 0:42:11 | |
-You've only met Miss Rosa once. -I've seen enough | 0:42:13 | 0:42:16 | |
to know that Edwin Drood is not worthy of her. | 0:42:16 | 0:42:19 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:42:21 | 0:42:23 | |
Who knows of this unfortunate attachment? | 0:42:23 | 0:42:27 | |
Only we three. | 0:42:27 | 0:42:29 | |
Good. I shall rely on you, Miss Landless, to keep it that way. | 0:42:29 | 0:42:32 | |
Miss Rosa is engaged to be married. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:35 | |
She's not available. | 0:42:35 | 0:42:37 | |
While you live under my roof, Mr Neville, | 0:42:40 | 0:42:42 | |
you will not see her, | 0:42:42 | 0:42:43 | |
nor contact her, nor even think about her. | 0:42:43 | 0:42:47 | |
I won't tell you it will be easy. I know it won't. | 0:42:47 | 0:42:51 | |
But in return, I promise I will find a way | 0:42:51 | 0:42:53 | |
to help you bury this foolish argument with Edwin Drood | 0:42:53 | 0:42:56 | |
before it ruins your happiness in your new home. | 0:42:56 | 0:43:00 | |
For me. | 0:43:03 | 0:43:05 | |
Praise the Lord. Miss Landless, you help your brother towards the light. | 0:43:09 | 0:43:12 | |
Thank you. | 0:43:12 | 0:43:14 | |
Oh, er... | 0:43:17 | 0:43:19 | |
Tut! I'm much overpaid. | 0:43:19 | 0:43:21 | |
Mr Jasper! | 0:43:36 | 0:43:37 | |
-Down from London, Mr Grewgious? Something wrong? -Not at all. | 0:43:37 | 0:43:40 | |
I thought to consult my pretty ward | 0:43:40 | 0:43:44 | |
about her wedding plans, | 0:43:44 | 0:43:46 | |
but I discover she has some little delicate feminine instinct | 0:43:46 | 0:43:50 | |
that all arrangements should be made | 0:43:50 | 0:43:53 | |
between her and Mr Edwin in private. | 0:43:53 | 0:43:56 | |
In other words, Jasper, | 0:43:56 | 0:43:58 | |
she don't want us. | 0:43:58 | 0:44:00 | |
You mean me. | 0:44:00 | 0:44:03 | |
I mean us. | 0:44:03 | 0:44:05 | |
I understand the happy day may come sooner than we anticipated. | 0:44:05 | 0:44:11 | |
Really? | 0:44:11 | 0:44:12 | |
You surprise me. | 0:44:12 | 0:44:15 | |
I found my ward rather... Well, imagine, Jasper! | 0:44:15 | 0:44:20 | |
The dear girl believed her marriage to Edwin | 0:44:20 | 0:44:23 | |
to be legally inescapable. | 0:44:23 | 0:44:25 | |
I was glad to reassure her. | 0:44:25 | 0:44:27 | |
I'll wager she hinted no desire to be free of her engagement? | 0:44:27 | 0:44:32 | |
In truth, there was a moment | 0:44:32 | 0:44:34 | |
when I almost believed that was exactly what she does want. | 0:44:34 | 0:44:38 | |
Well! It's for the two young people to decide. | 0:44:39 | 0:44:43 | |
God bless them both. | 0:44:43 | 0:44:45 | |
Aye, God save them both. | 0:44:45 | 0:44:48 | |
Rock of ages... | 0:44:56 | 0:44:59 | |
..cleft for me... | 0:45:01 | 0:45:03 | |
# Let me hi-i-ide | 0:45:05 | 0:45:08 | |
# Myself in the-e-e. # | 0:45:08 | 0:45:11 | |
-Rosa... -Eddy, let's be brave. | 0:45:24 | 0:45:27 | |
And kind. | 0:45:28 | 0:45:30 | |
Kind to one another, for once in our lives. | 0:45:30 | 0:45:33 | |
Starting today, | 0:45:34 | 0:45:37 | |
and for ever. | 0:45:37 | 0:45:38 | |
Let's change to brother and sister. | 0:45:40 | 0:45:43 | |
-Not get married? -No. | 0:45:47 | 0:45:50 | |
In spite of our fathers' wishes? | 0:45:52 | 0:45:55 | |
Yes. | 0:45:55 | 0:45:56 | |
-If after all there is another young man... -There is not, I promise you. | 0:45:59 | 0:46:03 | |
-But I love you, Rosa... -And I love you. | 0:46:03 | 0:46:05 | |
With all my heart, but not... | 0:46:05 | 0:46:10 | |
as a wife should love a husband. | 0:46:10 | 0:46:12 | |
As I believe she should. | 0:46:12 | 0:46:15 | |
As I hope... | 0:46:15 | 0:46:17 | |
Oh, this is so hard! | 0:46:17 | 0:46:20 | |
-Don't hate me! -No, no. You mistake me, my dear Rosa. | 0:46:22 | 0:46:24 | |
I mean your courage | 0:46:24 | 0:46:29 | |
and your clarity of thought. I am sorry, too. | 0:46:29 | 0:46:33 | |
Think, Eddy! How much better to be sorry now than later, | 0:46:33 | 0:46:37 | |
when it will be too late? | 0:46:37 | 0:46:39 | |
DISTANT CONVERSATION | 0:46:39 | 0:46:41 | |
..never be angry with one another again. | 0:46:44 | 0:46:46 | |
-How wonderful it will be! -Yes, it will. | 0:46:46 | 0:46:50 | |
'Ere he is! | 0:47:27 | 0:47:29 | |
My little singin' bird! | 0:47:29 | 0:47:32 | |
-A choirmaster, eh? -What are you doing here? | 0:47:32 | 0:47:36 | |
Not so loud, dearie, | 0:47:36 | 0:47:37 | |
I'm thinking more of a nice, quiet little chat | 0:47:37 | 0:47:40 | |
on a matter of mutual interest. | 0:47:40 | 0:47:43 | |
-There's a lot more I know about you! -Leave me alone! | 0:47:43 | 0:47:48 | |
Oh! Watch out, you mischief-maker! | 0:47:48 | 0:47:52 | |
Get off me! | 0:47:52 | 0:47:54 | |
Look, no! No! | 0:48:04 | 0:48:06 | |
Has that child hurt you? | 0:48:06 | 0:48:08 | |
No, dearie. | 0:48:08 | 0:48:10 | |
Another one. | 0:48:12 | 0:48:14 | |
The one I had 'opes would put coals on my fires for many a day. | 0:48:14 | 0:48:18 | |
Ah! | 0:48:18 | 0:48:19 | |
Have you no home to go to? | 0:48:25 | 0:48:28 | |
My 'ome's in London. Oh, give us three and six! | 0:48:28 | 0:48:32 | |
I'll get straight back there. | 0:48:32 | 0:48:34 | |
Will you spend my three and six on a train ticket? | 0:48:36 | 0:48:39 | |
-Or on drink and opium? -I haven't drunk in 16 year! | 0:48:39 | 0:48:41 | |
Thank ye and bless ye as a gentleman. What's your name, dearie? | 0:48:47 | 0:48:51 | |
Why, will you tell my fortune? It's Edwin. | 0:48:51 | 0:48:55 | |
Edwin. | 0:48:55 | 0:48:56 | |
Does your sweetheart call you Eddy? | 0:48:58 | 0:49:00 | |
I have no sweetheart. | 0:49:03 | 0:49:05 | |
Because your little rosebud's been picked by another. | 0:49:05 | 0:49:09 | |
Ned, innit? | 0:49:09 | 0:49:10 | |
Ooh, that's a bad name to 'ave just now, is Ned. | 0:49:12 | 0:49:15 | |
There's a threat to young men named Ned. | 0:49:15 | 0:49:18 | |
Only one man calls me Ned. | 0:49:21 | 0:49:22 | |
There's the man | 0:49:22 | 0:49:25 | |
who's picked your rosebud. | 0:49:25 | 0:49:28 | |
HE SOBS | 0:49:30 | 0:49:32 | |
GLASS SMASHES | 0:49:39 | 0:49:41 | |
Mr Neville? | 0:49:58 | 0:50:00 | |
A fine weapon. | 0:50:00 | 0:50:02 | |
Now I come into a walking country, I need a walking stick. | 0:50:02 | 0:50:04 | |
Cudgel, more like! | 0:50:04 | 0:50:06 | |
Oh, it's much too heavy. Is it ironwood? | 0:50:07 | 0:50:10 | |
Don't wave it in my direction. | 0:50:10 | 0:50:12 | |
If I walk all day tomorrow... | 0:50:14 | 0:50:16 | |
By tomorrow she'll be sweetness and light again. | 0:50:16 | 0:50:19 | |
By tomorrow she'll prob... | 0:50:19 | 0:50:20 | |
You are right, Mr Crisparkle. This foolishness has gone on long enough. | 0:50:28 | 0:50:32 | |
Mr Neville, please do me the honour of dining | 0:50:32 | 0:50:35 | |
with me and my nephew tonight, | 0:50:35 | 0:50:36 | |
and we shall become the friends we should have been from the beginning. | 0:50:36 | 0:50:40 | |
There, Mr Neville! What do you think of that? | 0:50:40 | 0:50:44 | |
Thank you, sir. | 0:50:44 | 0:50:46 | |
CLOCK CHIMING AND TICKING | 0:51:07 | 0:51:09 | |
This was to be part of my trousseau. | 0:51:39 | 0:51:40 | |
But now it's for you. | 0:51:42 | 0:51:43 | |
A gift from a heart which is free at last. | 0:51:45 | 0:51:47 | |
THUNDER RUMBLING | 0:51:47 | 0:51:49 | |
What is it, dear? | 0:51:53 | 0:51:56 | |
Oh, I am sorry, I'm just so anxious about my brother. | 0:51:56 | 0:52:00 | |
This supper tonight with Edwin and Mr Jasper... | 0:52:01 | 0:52:05 | |
Edwin said nothing to me about it. | 0:52:05 | 0:52:06 | |
You gave him too much else to think about! | 0:52:06 | 0:52:09 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:52:09 | 0:52:11 | |
What's this? | 0:52:49 | 0:52:51 | |
Ned, we are putting the past behind us and the present to rights. | 0:52:51 | 0:52:54 | |
And the future? | 0:52:54 | 0:52:55 | |
The future shall be as we make it. | 0:52:55 | 0:52:58 | |
What else are you not telling me, Jack? | 0:53:00 | 0:53:03 | |
Come, my bright boy, shake Mr Neville's hand and let us be friends. | 0:53:03 | 0:53:08 | |
# Yet all the lads, they smile on me When comin' through the rye. # | 0:53:17 | 0:53:22 | |
That was a good deal more fun than our alternate musical Wednesday. | 0:53:23 | 0:53:28 | |
Oh, whisper it! But listen to that wind. | 0:53:28 | 0:53:32 | |
It's a bad night to be out. | 0:53:32 | 0:53:34 | |
Dear heavens, I'm all done in. Kiss me, dear. | 0:53:37 | 0:53:42 | |
Good night, Ma. Sleep well. | 0:53:42 | 0:53:45 | |
In my country, when the monsoon comes, | 0:54:05 | 0:54:07 | |
the rain is like a river falling from the sky. | 0:54:07 | 0:54:12 | |
It brings the snakes crawling out from the jungle. | 0:54:12 | 0:54:15 | |
Our old people believe them to be the avatars of the dead. | 0:54:15 | 0:54:18 | |
Superstitious nonsense. | 0:54:21 | 0:54:24 | |
Don't the English love a ghost story, too? | 0:54:24 | 0:54:27 | |
Mr Jasper, thank you, but it's getting late. | 0:54:27 | 0:54:30 | |
I'll come with you. | 0:54:31 | 0:54:33 | |
Grab a breath of fresh air, chase a few ghosts. | 0:54:33 | 0:54:36 | |
I'll take you to the most haunted place in Cloisterham. | 0:54:36 | 0:54:39 | |
1,200 years old? | 0:55:01 | 0:55:02 | |
Time enough to accumulate an army of ghosts. | 0:55:02 | 0:55:05 | |
A pretty poor show if not! | 0:55:05 | 0:55:07 | |
How wonderful! Such majesty. | 0:55:37 | 0:55:41 | |
Such beauty frozen into stone. | 0:55:43 | 0:55:45 | |
See how it rises, so far above our heads, all the way to heaven. | 0:55:45 | 0:55:52 | |
Mr Edwin? | 0:55:56 | 0:55:58 | |
Mr Edwin? | 0:56:04 | 0:56:06 | |
Do you mean to jump out and frighten me? | 0:56:12 | 0:56:16 | |
I shall resist! | 0:56:16 | 0:56:18 | |
Edwin? | 0:56:24 | 0:56:27 | |
To be betrayed by someone you love is a bitter thing. | 0:56:27 | 0:56:30 | |
All my life, I've known I would one day stand before this altar | 0:56:33 | 0:56:37 | |
and marry Rosa. | 0:56:37 | 0:56:38 | |
You are more than fortunate. | 0:56:41 | 0:56:43 | |
Perhaps you don't know what it's like to suffer the failure of every dream and every expectation. | 0:56:45 | 0:56:51 | |
I am an orphan born out of wedlock. | 0:56:51 | 0:56:53 | |
Then at least you're used to disappointment. | 0:56:55 | 0:56:58 | |
It is my constant companion. | 0:56:58 | 0:57:00 | |
Jack! | 0:57:57 | 0:57:58 | |
Ned! | 0:58:30 | 0:58:32 | |
In the end, you will love me, Rosa! | 0:58:35 | 0:58:38 | |
You have seen him with your own eyes, devouring her with his looks. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:41 | |
Have you absolutely no shame?! | 0:58:41 | 0:58:43 | |
You have poisoned her mind against me! | 0:58:43 | 0:58:45 | |
This case has a generally dark look to me. | 0:58:45 | 0:58:48 | |
Let the monster that killed him hear my vow - | 0:58:48 | 0:58:50 | |
I devote myself to his destruction. | 0:58:50 | 0:58:54 | |
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