Great Expectations Page #3

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To go straightaway!

Forall we know our fortune might be made

and all he has to do is play!

PIP:
I don't want to.

- You listen to me, ungrateful wretch.

- (PIP GRUNTS)

Want to mix with people

of quality and breeding

orstay here and rot

with this great lumpen noodle?

- Stay here

- What?

What? (GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

Breathe in. Breathe.

PUMBLECHOOK:
: Six sixes.

- Minus 35.

- One.

Plus 119.

Um, 120

Divided by 84.

Your answer, please, boy. Your answer.

So start again

Four times 17.

Too slow. 68.

Nine times 13.

Now, boy, rememberyour station

and let your conduct be a credit as to

those which brought you up by hand.

Ow! (GRUNTS)

PIP:
Look, the clock's stopped.

PUMBLECHOOK:
Never mind the clock...

- What name?

- Pumblechook.

Quite right

Do you wish to see Miss Havisham?

- Well, if Miss Havisham wishes to see me!

- She don't.

Come along, boy

Boy.

Are you frightened?

(STAMMERS) I don't know

Go in, then

(NERVOUSLY) Afteryou, miss

Who is it?

Pip, ma'am.

Pip?

Pumblechook's boy,

come to, uh, play.

Oh.

Ah, yes.

Um...

Come nearer.

Let me look at you.

Look at me!

You're not afraid of a woman who's

neverseen the sun since you were born?

(NERVOUSLY) No, ma'am

Then come closer.

Hmm

Now, I sometimes have sick fancies

And, um, I have a sick fancy

that I want to see some play.

Um, so... play.

Go on, play

Play.

- Are you sulen and obstinate?

- No, ma'am!

I am very sorry for you

and sorry that I can't play.

But if you complain of me

I will get into trouble with my sister,

so I would play if I could,

but it's just so new here.

Call Estella! Estella!

Estela!

Mmm

(CHUCKLES)

(WHISPERS) Your own one day, my dear,

and you will use it well.

Now. Let me see you play cards with him.

(WHISPERS)

But he's a common labouring boy.

(WHISPERS)

You can break his heart.

What do you play, boy?

(NERVOUSLY) Nothing but

Beggar My Neighbour, miss.

So...

Beggar him.

(CACKLES)

PIP:
The jack of diamonds.

ESTELLA:
: "Jack"!

He calls the knaves "jack", this boy.

And what coarse hands he has,

and what thick boots.

He's nothing but a stupid,

clumsy labouring boy.

What do you think of her?

You say nothing of her.

(NERVOUSLY) I don't like to say

Whisper in my ear.

Hm.

What do you think?

I think she is very proud.

HAVISHAM:
Anything else?

PIP:
I think...

I think she is very pretty.

HAVISHAM:
Anything else?

PIP:
I think she is very insulting.

I think I should like to go home.

What?

And never see heragain?

PIP:
I think I'd like to see heragain.

HAVISHAM:
Then you shall

Then you shall.

But when, when shall I

have you here again?

Today is Wednesday.

No Wednesdays, Thursdays,

Fridays here,

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