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hwpMy fathers family name
being Pirrup,
and my christian name Philip,
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, you little devil,
or Ill 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, wheres your mother?
There, sir.
No, sir. There, sir.
Also Georgiana,
thats my mother.
- Is that your father, alonger her?
- Yes, sir, late of this parish.
Who do you Live with, supposing
you are kindly let Live?
With my sister, Mrs. Gargery,
wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith.
Blacksmith, eh?
Now lookee here...
You know what a file is?
Yes, sir.
- Do you know what whittles are?
- Yes, sir. Food, sir.
Get me a file and whittles or
Ill have your heart and Liver out.
If you would kindly
Let me keep upright, sir,
perhaps I shouldnt be sick
and perhaps I could attend more.
Bring that file and them whittles
to this churchyard tomorrow morning.
- Yes, sir.
- And never dare to say a word
- of having seen such a person.
- No, sir.
If you do your heart and Liver shall
be tore out and roasted and ate.
Theres a young man hid with me.
In comparison with him
Im an angel.
That young man has a secret way of
getting at a boy and his Liver.
A boy may lock his door
and he may be warm in bed,
but that young man will softly creep
his way to him and tear him open.
Say "Heaven strike
me dead if I dont."
Heaven strike me dead if I dont.
Now you know what
you have promised, young man.
- Get off home.
- Goodnight, sir.
Hello, Joe!
Mrs. Joes been out a dozen times
looking for you, Pip.
Shes out again now,
making it a bakers dozen.
- Is she?
- And whats worse,
shes got Tickler with her, Pip. she
got up and made a grab at Tickler
and she rampaged out, Pip,
and rampaged out.
Shes a-coming.
Get behind the door, old chap.
And get the towel betwixt you.
You... young...
devil...
Now then, where have you been?
Ive only been
to the churchyard.
Youd have been in the churchyard
long ago if it hadnt been for me.
Its bad enough being a blacksmiths
wife without being a second mother to you.
Churchyard, indeed. Youll be
having me there one of these days.
Get to the table.
Listen.
Was that great guns, Joe?
Yes, theres another convict off.
- What does that mean, Joe?
- Oh, escaped. Escaped.
One escaped last night,
they fired a warning of him.
This must be a second one.
- Where does the firing come from?
- Drat the boy. Ask no questions...
Mrs. Joe, I should Like to know,
if you wouldnt much mind,
where the firing comes from.
Bless the boy,
from the hulks of course.
Oh, hulks.
Please, whats Hulks?
There you go. Answer him one
question and hell ask you a dozen.
Hulks are prison ships
right across there.
I wonder whos
put into prison ships
and why theyre put there.
People are put into prison ships
because they murder and 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
right 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.
Youre a thief, Pip.
Youre a thief, Pip.
Youll be sent to the hulks.
- A boy with somebody elses brandy.
- With somebody elses file.
With somebody elses pork pie.
Stop him!
Hello, young thief.
I couldnt help it, sir.
Sir.
- You brought no-one with you?
- No, sir.
- Nor give no-one the word to follow?
- No, sir.
- Whats in the bottle, boy?
- Brandy.
I think youve
got the ague, sir.
Im much of your opinion, boy.
Im glad you enjoy it.
I said Im glad you enjoy it.
Thankee, boy. I do.
Arent you going
to leave any of it for him?
Him?
Whos him?
The young man you spoke of.
Oh, him.
No, he dont 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... not here?
- Yes, there.
Give us hold
of that file, boy.
If youre not wanting me, sir,
we have company for dinner.
- And my sister will be up early.
- Thankee, boy. Thankee.
This boy ought to be
truly grateful, maam,
for the princely dinner
you have set before him.
Do you hear what
uncle Pumblechook says? Be grateful.
Why is it the young
are never grateful?
- Naturally vicious.
- True. True.
And now to finish with,
I want you all to taste
the delicious, delightful gift
of uncle Pumblechooks.
Its a pie.
A savoury pork pie.
A savoury pork pie!
Lets have a cut of this pie, Mrs.
Joe, and well try to do it justice.
Clean plates. cold.
I Always say
that a bit of savoury
pork pie will lay atop
of anything you may care
to mention and
- do no harm.
- Whats the matter, boy?
Nothing, sir.
I should say not.
Enjoying yourself with your elders
and betters, improving yourself
with their conversation.
Now then, son, where
do you think youre off to?
Excuse me, ladies and gentlem
