Great Expectations

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My father's family name being Pirrip,

and my Christian name Phillip,

my infant tongue

could make of both names

nothing longer or more explicit than Pip.

So I called myself Pip,

and came to be called Pip.

Keep still or I'll cut your throat.

No, sir, no...

Tell us your name. Quick.

Pip. Pip, sir.

Show us where you live.

Point out the place.

There, sir. There.

- Now, where's your mother?

- There, sir.

No, sir. There, sir.

Also Georgiana.

That's my mother.

Ah. Is that your father

along with your mother?

Yes, sir, him, too.

Late of this parish.

Ah.

Who d'you live with? Supposing you're

let to live which I ain't decided yet.

With my sister, sir. Mrs. Joe Gargery,

wife of Joe Gargery the blacksmith.

Blacksmith, eh?

Now look here,

do you know what a file is?

Yes, sir.

- You know what wittles is?

- Yes, sir. Food, sir.

Then you get me a file and wittles

or I'll have your heart and liver out.

If you'll kindly let me keep upright, sir,

perhaps I shouldn't be sick

and perhaps I could attend more.

Bring that file and them wittles to me

here tomorrow morning, early.

- Yes, sir.

- Don't say a word of having seen me.

- No, sir.

- If you do,

your heart and liver will be tore out

and roasted and ate.

There's a young man hid with me, and

in comparison with him, I'm an angel!

That young man has a secret way

of getting at a boy, and at his liver.

A boy may lock his door,

may be warm in bed,

but that young man will softly creep

his way to him and tear him open!

Say heaven strike you dead if you don't.

Heaven strike me dead if I don't.

Now you know what you've promised,

young man.

- Get off home.

- Good night, sir.

Hello, Joe.

Mrs. Joe's been out a dozen times

looking for you, Pip.

She's out again now,

making it a baker's dozen.

- Is she?

- And she's got Tickler with her, Pip.

She got up, she made a grab at Tickler

and she rampaged out, Pip.

- She rampaged out.

- If I find Pip...

She's a-coming. Get behind the door,

old chap, and get the towel betwixt you.

You young monkey!

Ow!

Now then, where have you been?

- Only the churchyard.

- Churchyard, indeed.

You'd have been there long ago

if it hadn't been for me.

It's bad enough being a blacksmith's wife

without being your mother.

Churchyard, indeed! You'll have me in

there on the rampage with my poor heart.

Get to the table. Both of you.

Listen.

- Was that great guns, Joe?

- Yes, there's another convict off.

- What does that mean?

- Oh, escaped, escaped.

There was one escaped last night.

They fired a warning of him.

This must be a second one.

- Where does the firing come from?

- Ask no questions, you'll be told no lies!

Mrs. Joe, I should like to know,

if you wouldn't much mind,

- where the firing comes from.

- From the hulks, of course.

Oh, hulks. And, please, what's hulks?

That's the way with him. Answer him

one question and he'll ask a dozen.

Hulks are prison ships,

right across the marshes.

I wonder who's put in prison ships

and why they're put in there.

People are put into prison ships

because they murder, forge and rob,

and do all sorts of bad things.

And they always start

by asking too many questions.

Now get on with your supper

and get off to bed.

A boy may be warm in bed,

he may pull the clothes over his head,

but that young man will softly creep

his way to him and tear him open!

No!

Wake up, Mrs. Joe!

Wake up!

Mrs. Joe, wake up.

You're a thief, Pip.

You're a wicked thief, Pip.

You'll be sent the hulks.

A boy with somebody else's brandy!

- With somebody else's file.

- With somebody else's pork pie.

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