Great Expectations

Stop him!

Hello, young thief.

I couldn't help it, sir.

Sir?

- You brought no one with you?

- No, sir.

- No one followed you?

- No, sir.

- What's in the bottle, boy?

- Brandy.

I think you've got the ague, sir.

I'm much of your opinion, boy.

- I'm glad you enjoy it.

- Hm?

- I said, I'm glad you enjoy it.

- Thank you, boy, I do.

Aren't you going

to leave any of it for him?

- Him? Who's him?

- The young man you spoke of.

Oh, him. He don't want no food.

He looked as if he did.

Looked? When?

- Just now.

- Where?

Over there.

Did you notice anything about him?

He had a big scar on his face.

- Not here?

- Yes, there.

Give us hold of that file, boy.

If you're not wanting me, sir,

we have company for dinner

- and my sister will be up early.

- Thank you, boy. Thank you.

This boy ought to be truly grateful,

ma'am, for this princely dinner.

Do you hear Uncle Pumblechook?

Be grateful.

- Why are the young never grateful?

- Naturally vicious.

- True, true.

- Now, to finish with...

I want you all to taste a delicious gift

from Uncle Pumblechook.

It's a pie. A savory pork pie.

A savory pork pie!

Let's have a cut of this pie, Mrs. Joe,

and we'll try to do it justice.

Clean plates. Cold.

I always say

a bit of savory pork pie

will lay atop of anything you may care

to mention and do no harm.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing, sir.

I should think not. Enjoying yourself

with your elders and betters,

improving yourself

with their conversation.

Now then, son.

Where do you think you're off to?

Oh, excuse me, but I'm on a chase

in the name of the King.

- I want the blacksmith.

- And what might you want him for?

Missus, speaking for myself

I should reply,

for the honor

of his fine wife's acquaintance.

Speaking for the King I answer,

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