A Christmas Carol Page #3

Bear but a touch of my hand there...

...and you shall be upheld

in more than this.

Whoa!

Good heavens.

I was bred in this place.

I was a boy here.

Your lip...is trembling.

And what's that?

- On your cheek?

- Nothing.

Something in my eye.

Do you remember the way?

Remember it?

I could walk it blindfolded.

Giddyup! Giddyup!

Oh! Whoa!

These are but shadows of things

that have been.

They have no consciousness...of us.

I knew them.

I know every one of them.

They were schoolmates of mine.

Let's go on.

This...

This was my school.

This school is not quite deserted.

A solitary child...

...neglected by his friends...

...is left here still.

I know.

Poor boy.

Poor, poor boy.

Let's...see another Christmas.

Ebenezer!

Ebenezer!

Dear, dear brother!

I've come to bring you home!

- Home, little Fan?

- Yes, home!

Father is so much kinder

than he used to be.

He spoke so gently to me one night.

I was not afraid to ask him

if you might come home.

And he said yes!

And he sent me in a coach to fetch you.

And we're to be together

all the Christmas long.

And to have the merriest time

in all the world!

You're quite a woman, little Fan.

- She had a large head.

- She died a woman.

And had, as I think...

...children.

Yes, one child.

True.

- Your nephew.

- Yes.

Do you know this place?

Know it? I was an apprentice here!

Why, it's old Fezziwig.

Bless his head!

it's Fezziwig alive again!

Yo-ho! Ebenezer, come on!

Come on! Dick! Come on! It's 6:00.

They're going to be here soon.

Dick Wilkins. Bless me, yes.

There he is, Dick Wilkins.

He was very attached to me, was Dick.

Yo-ho, me lads! No more work tonight.

it's Christmas Eve!

Hooray!

Dick, Ebenezer,

let's get cleared away.

We want lots of space.

Lots and lots of space.

Hee-hi!

Whoa!

Maestro!

May I present...?!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Well done! Well done!

And now, kind fiddler, if you please.

It is time for Sir Roger de Coverley!

Hey!

Might I have this dance with you?

Whoo!

Ebenezer, it's your pass.

Another idol has replaced me.

Another idol?

What idol?

A golden one.

There is nothing on this earth

more terrifying to me

than a life doomed to poverty.

May I ask, why do you condemn,

with such severity,

the honest pursuit of substance?

You fear the world too much, Ebenezer.

- You've changed.

- Changed?

Perhaps grown wiser,

but I have not changed toward you.

Our contract is an old one.

It was made when we were

both poor and content to be so.

When it was made...

- You were another man.

- I was a boy!

I release you, Ebenezer.

Have I ever sought release?

- In words, no.

- In what, then?

In an altered spirit.

In another atmosphere of life.

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