The Artful Dodger (2023) s02e06 Episode Script

-[insects chittering]
-[tense music playing]
[Lady Jane] Belle!
-[breathing heavily]
-[Governor] Oh, Janey.
-Janey!
-What?
-[gasps]
-Hush. Hush, Janey. It's all right.
-Did you have the nightmare again?
-Yes. I
I'm in the operating room.
He cut her open again,
and she's cold.
And there's nothing I can do.
She's alive.
-I have to be sure she breathes. [pants]
-Janey!
[sighs]
[Lady Jane panting]
[music swells]
She's rushing into destruction
and nothing I do has any effect.
[Governor] Well, she'll be at
the hospital, as you allowed.
Then I'll be sure of it.
This isn't healthy, darling.
[carriage driver] Ya!
[dramatic music playing]
[soft rustling]
[theme music playing]
[seagulls calling]
[gentle music playing]
[Belle exhales deeply]
Where are we?
We're in the cupboard.
Oh, my God. I've got to go.
Why?
Because we're in a cupboard, Jack.
People could hear us.
What time is it?
-Uh, I I don't know. 5:00, 6:00?
-[Belle sighs]
-Come back to me.
-No, I'll be missed at home.
Well, when can I see you next?
I can't.
What do you mean?
I thought last night meant--
Shh! People could hear us, Jack.
Please.
You spend the night in the cupboard
with the Governor's daughter,
and you're a hero for the ages.
But they'll call me
something unpleasant.
-I would never think that.
-I know you wouldn't.
-I feel like we're already married.
-Don't say that.
Why?
Because we're not.
[Rotty laughing]
-[Fagin] Twenty
-[Rotty] Oh, my God!
-thousand
-Yes!
crisp
-and plumply
-Lovely!
-scrumptious
-Yeah.
-pounds!
-Yes!
-We is rich!
-Rich!
[both laughing]
Oh, Norbert.
Rotty
I've had 16 pints. Hmm.
-Is that all?
-[laughs]
Still, that is a goodly
-celebration of our prosperity.
-[chuckles]
-[thuds]
-[huffs] Oof!
Well, goodbye.
-Thank you for the--
-Congress?
-Be serious, Jack.
-I am.
Just stay. Let's discuss this.
This was a mistake.
A mistake?
Belle!
-[Hetty] Lady Belle?
-[Belle] Nurse Baggett!
There's a perfectly natural explanation
for this.
No, I don't care about that,
but your mother
What about her?
My nurses told me she was here
during the night.
My God!
Belle, wait!
No, Jack, run. She'll hang you.
Mother!
My letters!
[fire crackling]
You knew the consequences,
and yet you force my hand!
-Why are you so hard on me?
-Because you leave me no choice!
I shall tell Inspector Boxer
to execute sentence on Dr Dawkins.
No, no! I beg you, please!
Please let him live, Mother! I love him!
Please! No! [crying]
-Please.
-[breathing heavily]
Please.
-Please.
-Get up.
[sniffles and sobs] Please, Mother.
[soft sentimental music playing]
If you wish to be a convict's whore,
I'll no longer stop you.
But you're not to step foot in my house.
Not to visit, not to write.
Live, die.
Beg with him.
For I have done with you.
But I'm your daughter.
Until today.
That is the cost of his life.
[breathes deeply]
[indistinct chattering]
Can you help me, please?
Sir, madam, spare some change?
Please. Please!
Carry your bags, guv?
Oh, no, I'm so very humble.
I always makes a point of carrying me own.
Go on. I could use the coin.
Lor! What's that smell?
-[bags thud]
-Sorry, guv.
Oh, not to worry.
I'll let you carry me bags, huh.
Just, uh just down here.
And to show there's no hard feelings
let's have a nice, hot cup of tea.
You're troubled, Darius.
Confess.
The curate's soul must be spotless
before ordination.
Don't you think this is all a bit
"blind leading the blind"?
[Crooky chuckles] Oh, not at all. Why?
Molly Crutchley, for one.
Well, it's, uh, her wayward soul
I give comfort to.
Vigorously.
Twice last night, from what I heard.
[clears throat] Yes, well, our focus
is on your many sins, Darius.
Unburden yourself.
I'm consumed by hatred.
-Rage.
-[chuckles] Oh, well, good!
Makes a bit of a change
from the sins of the bed.
One tends to run into another.
I hate this man with such acrimony
that it scares me.
Oh. Yes, well,
that's very natural, but, um
hatred, revenge,
they lead us to the dark fires.
Um, do you mind if I ask who?
Fagin.
Ohh! [laughs]
That's a tremendous jape, Darius.
Brother Fagin is a righteous man of God.
Listen to me. He's the very devil.
He nicked the relics from your church.
And now he's nicked a fortune
from the Duke,
which makes him even more dangerous.
[chuckles] Oh. My dear,
dear brother in Christ,
if you can think that calumny of Fagin,
then I fear you may have gone too far
into the devil's hands.
Hmm?
Fagin.
Fagin!
Hey. Hey.
-[grunting softly]
-Come on. Wake up.
[Fagin grunts]
-[sighs]
-[Fagin] Mmm.
-Oh, bloody hell.
-[Fagin grunts softly]
[clock bell chiming]
[Lady Jane] There's no time left.
I need to know if Dawkins is responsible
for the murders, today.
And I cannot answer that, ma'am.
It's an impossible request.
You've been on this long enough.
A case takes the time it takes
-for sufficient evidence--
-That's not good enough.
If you can't arrest Dawkins by tonight,
I will relieve you of command
and appoint Bramwell.
-Perhaps--
-Absolutely not.
The man is blunt
with scant regard for the law.
How dare you question
the Governor's authority?
I am not questioning
the Governor's authority.
My commission as an officer of the law
is not subject to your whim.
Oh, I'm not guided by whims, Inspector.
But you will find that when I ask
for a result in this colony,
-I expect one to be delivered.
-For God's sake, ma'am.
We have rule of law here, not of men.
In this colony, I am the law.
-Get it done, Inspector.
-[footsteps receding]
[sighs]
[Dickie softly] These pastures contain,
by estimation,
two thousand acres.
Yeah.
Ah, Affrey.
-This brandy--
-[Affrey] I'm sorry, Your Grace.
I couldn't stop him.
Mr Uriah Heep of the East India Company.
[Dickie] Ah, Heep.
What a pleasant surprise.
Do sit.
[sniffs]
What's that smell of piss in here?
Can you smell that?
How lucky I am to be received
with such courtesy by a peer of the realm.
I regret calling on you unannounced,
but my ship took port early
with the storm winds, so
I came to check the company's investments.
His Grace has it all in the best of care,
I thought.
It's just for my reports.
Well, as it happens,
we've made a sizable investment
in arable land.
Oh, that's a delight, Lordship.
But we haven't forgotten
the saltpetre nitrary, I trust?
Oh, no, no, no. That's all in hand.
Just, uh, settling up
some of the paperwork,
but, you know, this land, it's almost
a better investment than saltpetre.
[Uriah] Hm!
I fear that East India disagrees,
Your Grace.
The saltpetre nitrary is critical.
-[Uriah groans]
-Are you all right, Heep?
[shuddering]
Forgive my weakness.
My guts are rank with twinges.
Affrey!
Tell my butler to take you
to the hospital, in my carriage.
Oh!
What generosity to one so humble.
[gulps]
I'll call again at five of the clock
for the saltpetre papers?
Yes, yes. Yes, yes. Yes.
[softly] Oh.
Oh, Affrey, Mr Heep needs--
[Affrey] Another visitor, Your Grace.
The curate. He says it's urgent.
Oh, Christ.
[Fagin] Bloody hell.
I've had some hangovers in me time,
God knows,
but this'd strip the fur off a weasel.
[laughs]
What's all this, then?
Tell me, is it true?
Did you get the money?
Now, I don't mind telling you, Dodge,
that I did.
Dickie nibbled. Bought the land.
And now I, Norbert Fagin,
am the richest man in the colony.
Fagin [clears throat]
uh, I might need your help.
You see, there is a chance
that I might get scragged today.
Tell me it ain't Fancycheek Skirtybones.
Dodge, you didn't.
Yeah, I did.
Well, if you don't talk, she don't talk.
Well, Lady Jane
-may have found us--
-Black hell, Dodge.
Just when I get the coin to set you free,
you go dipping your nib
in the wrong inkpot!
I just need my share,
so I can jump ship if they come for me.
Oh, so you're just gonna piss off
and leave me?
[knock on door]
Bloody hell.
They're here already.
You go and hide. I'll see these off.
-Oh, hell's teeth.
-Jack!
-No!
-[Dodger] Belle?
[Fagin] No!
[Belle] You don't need to run.
You're safe.
Mother's not going to have you hanged,
but, Jack, she's disowned me.
Can I stay?
Yes, of course.
No!
-No, Dodge. No, absolutely not.
-[shushes]
[Darius] My Lord.
You bought land down
at the Cat and Bagpipes last night.
Uh, I'm sorry, what business is that
of the church?
The business of sin.
-The man you bought that land from.
-[Dickie] Fagin? Yes.
Everyone of quality buys from Mr Fagin.
I hear he's sound.
No, sir. No, he is a man
a demon of such noxious deceptitude
that holy water steams as he passes.
[Dickie laughs] Nonsense.
A former viceroy would hardly be taken in
by a charlatan.
[Darius] Fagin is no common swindler.
He ruined me.
And he condemned me
to this life of purgatory.
I've come to save you
from falling into the same ruin.
If that's true
swear on the book.
[Darius] Every word.
Fagin has the Devil's ear.
Oh, dear God.
Fetch my carriage!
Ah!
I want a word with you,
-you perfidious little vixen!
-Ah!
Let me go!
That Mr Fagin you put me with,
swindled me out of £20,000!
-So what?
-What do you mean, so what?
It's only £20,000, Uncle.
Don't be so gauche.
You told me you once spent more than that
at the gaming tables in London.
-What-- No, no, no. It's the principle.
-Oh, don't be such a stuffy bore.
I don't have patience for it today.
Dear God! You're as unhinged
as your mother.
Why are you being so beastly?
Because you lost me the fortune I needed
for the bloody saltpetre. [groans]
[Lady Jane] to get through to her!
[Governor] To have the temerity
to make such a decision about Belle
without--
[Lady Jane] Oh, because
you're always head in the clouds.
-You don't know what she's actually doing.
-Without consulting me!
[Lady Jane] Well, someone
has to make the decision.
Not about disowning our bloody daughter!
How dare you, Jane?
That was not your decision to make.
-Do you know where she is?
-[Lady Jane] No, but I'm sure she--
[Governor] I deplore every aspect of it.
I am her parent, too.
-And your obsession with controlling her--
-Protecting her!
She's not a sick child anymore, Jane.
She's a healthy, grown lady
with a fine intellect
and your own streak of independence.
There's independence,
and then there's falling into ruin.
You pushed her into ruin.
You banished her from home
without a penny. Destitute!
For Dawkins! He's a madness for her.
No, the only madness here is yours.
[sighs]
[neighs]
[Fagin] I won't have her under me roof.
God knows what sort of thing
she'll be expecting to eat.
Not to mention the Governor
coming down here to find her.
[softly] She's been kicked out.
She's got nowhere to go.
And whose fault was that?
Just as I'll get everything
just as I want--
Do you have a towel?
-[Fagin] A what?
-[Dodger] Why?
-Never mind.
-[Fagin scoffs]
You see, it's towels now.
Next, it'll be partridge and lace spoons.
-Lace spoons?
-Yes.
Why are you being
such a dog's pizzle about it?
Because I don't like her.
And I don't like the way she treats you.
-Well, that's my business.
-No, no.
It's taken over me house.
And it's taken you away from the business.
Where were you last night?
The biggest haul of our lives
to set you free, and you're just--
-Doing surgery.
-Doing Cheekybones!
Hey!
You keep a civil tongue in your head.
Never mind my head.
Your head's in a cloud of toff perfume.
It's gonna get you scragged.
I won't have all this danger
and disruption in me life.
She'll be wanting to clean up next.
[Fanny] Hello? Belle?
Bloody halibut! It's the other one.
Do not mention a word
about her involvement in this swindle.
No. Of course, not, my dear.
-[Fanny] all right?
-[Belle] I'm all right.
[suspenseful music playing]
Stop in the name of the Crown!
Halt!
Stop!
Stop!
[breathing heavily]
-Anything?
-No.
Morning traffic's mushed any tracks
a killer might have left.
He's clever.
He knows to strike in the hours
just before the people will trample
his footprints away.
I want a full detail
on Devil's Elbow this evening.
Why, sir?
Because a storm is coming.
And if we're correct about his methods,
he'll strike in the rain
so the weather takes his tracks.
I know his pattern now.
I want him caught in the act tonight.
[Belle] Mr Fagin
I know we haven't always been harmonious.
Well, who's to say?
Well, I'm very grateful for your
hospitality at this difficult time.
Yeah.
You all right?
[Belle] No. But you are safe.
And I'm with you.
Now, Mr Fagin, uh, is there somewhere
I could hang my dresses?
-Fanny's sending me my luggage.
-[scoffs]
[Dodger] We'll find somewhere.
Don't worry.
Fagin,
don't you have some work
to be getting on with?
Oh, yes. Yes.
I have.
Fanny, them, uh
-forged land grants have got some errors.
-Shut your sauce box.
-What? No, they don't.
-Yes.
What's he talking about, Fanny?
Oh, nothing to trouble you with.
And yet, I'm troubled.
Well, Fanny's been working with us
for quite some time now--
-Fagin, you bastard.
-[Fagin] Steady, Dodge.
If Belle's going to be living with us,
she should know that I'm already familiar
with her sister.
-She is an excellent thief.
-Oh, it's just a bit of a lark, really.
A land scam, swindling her own kin.
And by the way,
she killed Phineas.
[Fanny] Well, technically,
I didn't kill him.
-Well, at least I didn't mean to.
-Well, you are the reason he's dead.
Well, I suppose I am.
[breathing heavily]
How dare you!
You brought my sister
into your sordid world.
[Dodger] No, no. I didn't.
He did.
-And she was willing.
-[Fanny] Well, he did blackmail me,
rather, but then I saw it
was all jolly fun and so--
Every time we have a future, Jack,
you set it ablaze with criminality.
This is the only way I know
how to make a living.
I mean, how do you think
this this roof got here,
or the the food on the table,
or the linen in the bed?
I hardly think a potato sack pile
counts as a bed.
See, she's already critiquing
the furniture!
[both] Shut up, Fagin!
[exhales] I gave up everything for you.
And you.
Fanny, how could you be so stupid?
I'm not stupid.
Don't call me stupid.
This is the one thing
I've ever been good at.
[Belle] Good at being a criminal?
Well, you run around playing surgeon
and falling in love with convicts.
But when I find a pastime,
you turn up your nose.
-Oh, I'm worried for your safety.
-I am always worried for yours.
I've supported you breaking
every rule in sight.
-But the minute I--
-What? Start killing people?
-Well, it was one person, one time.
-Oh.
Or the minute I find my passion,
you become just like Mother.
[breathes deeply]
Come along. We're not staying.
Well, thank you for your visit.
-Belle.
-No, I don't want to see you.
This, between us
it's ended.
For good.
-Just us lads again, eh?
-Get off.
What?
You set my life on fire
to suit yourself.
Well, there wouldn't have been room
for them anyway.
There'd have been petticoats
all over the house,
hair in the washbasin.
You're a grubbing villain, Fagin,
a weasel of a man.
I want my share of the land scam,
and then I want nothing to do with you.
[Fanny] I'll book us a hotel,
or buy one.
I'm not quite sure how it works.
A rum and vinegar, please, Rotty.
I need a hair of the piglet.
[gun cocks]
[Dickie] Mr Fagin.
I thought your land company was sound.
It is.
Sound as the bells of Old Bailey.
Well, nevertheless,
I need that £20,000 back now.
I'll return the land grants.
Yeah. Well, I'd be happy to oblige,
but it's against me principles.
The money belongs
to the East India Company, Mr Fagin.
I am merely their agent.
And they don't want your bloody land.
Spitting hell, Norbert.
How'd you get us involved
with the East India?
-They've got their own bleeding army.
-Which is why
we all need this to disappear swiftly
and quietly.
[clicking]
Sweet baby Jesus on a rockin' horse.
Where is it?
[Dickie] Sorry. What's the delay?
Uh, nothing, we forgot we need
three keys for the strongbox,
and the third man's not here, so
Don't fret. We can get it for you
by this afternoon.
By 4:00.
And if you don't deliver,
you'd be amazed
what a duke can get away with
when his brother's a governor.
Right.
[door slams shut]
-You know it's the right thing to do.
-[Tim] Yeah, I know.
But they're my friends.
[Alinta] They'll make
that money back in a day.
Besides, our people need that money more.
It wasn't their land to sell
in the first place.
I got your message. How's Sneed?
Stable. In bed. Glad you're alive.
-I'm beginning to regret that.
-[Belle] So am I.
Belle, are we going to talk,
-or--
-Not. And it's Lady Belle.
Jack, Lady Belle, whatever this is,
don't bring it into my hospital.
I've got a heavy ward load.
Sneed's unwell, Prof's missing,
although that's possibly a blessing,
and I can't
I won't put up with this, too.
Plus, there's nobody else.
You're head surgeon today.
-Congratulations.
-Oh.
Well, in that case,
I promote you to charge nurse.
Long overdue.
Lady Belle and I will jointly direct
the medical cases.
-I'd prefer a separate patient list.
-That's less effective.
More congenial.
-Fine.
-[Belle sighs]
Rotty, do you know how I can buy
a reputable hotel?
Oh!
Which one of you rogues has it?
Are we having a stand-off?
-I've never had a stand-off before.
-[Fagin] Fanny, bugger off!
-Don't mind me. Carry on.
-[Flashbang] The cash was in Rotty's safe.
[Aputi] And you know the code.
You bloody nicked it.
[Rotty] Call me what you like,
but a thief I ain't.
-Exactly what a thief would say.
-[Rotty] Oh, you should know, Fagin!
You don't get it, do you?
These two, always whining
about not getting paid.
-[Aputi] Oh, shut it, Rotty.
-Yeah, you're right.
It's bloody constant, drives me barmy.
[Rotty] Then who do you think took it?
You tripe-necked skulduggerels,
with your unions and your workers' rights!
You've been stuffing your fingers
in the drippin' pot!
-What? No, don't accuse Flashy of that.
-[yells]
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
-Whoa!
Put the dynamite down.
You'll kill us all.
I don't care!
I'm sick of always helping out
and getting blamed.
Now you're saying I'm disloyal.
-No, no, no!
-No, no!
Where's this urology case?
Mr Heep?
-I'm Dr Dawkins.
-Could we go somewhere more private?
Private rooms are only handed out
according to need,
not pocketbook.
Of course, but my need is private.
Why?
Because I urinate out of my belly button.
-And how long have you had this?
-[Uriah] Since I were a squawker.
-But the pain is--
-Very recent and sharp, doctor.
Do you think you could pass urine for me?
Stand back.
[groaning softly]
Remarkable. [scoffs]
You have a urachus where
your umbilical passage didn't close and
well, in your case, it's somehow connected
your bladder to your belly button,
hence
the stomach piddling.
Well, that's a comfort to know.
Though I suspect your pain
is completely unrelated.
It's a bladder stone.
Usually, we cut your perineum
between your fundament and your lobcock.
-Oh, I don't much fancy that.
-No.
Well, the minimally invasive procedure
is the lithotrity
where we take this rather large drill
and we
insert it into your urethra.
-That's the minimally invasive one?
-Yes.
But I think you can avoid all of that
by simply going through your belly button.
I'll get my colleague to help me.
If she'll talk to me.
She?
Belle.
Concentrating.
-I need your help.
-Mmm. Ask my sister,
if she's not too busy
with your criminal undertakings.
I have a patient urinating
out of his belly button,
and I would like your help
with a novel cure for a bladder stone.
[sighs]
Damn you.
[patient coughs]
I I won't be touched by a lady.
No. Come on, sir. No. You
You can either have Lady Belle's
lovely slender fingers
remove the stone through your urachus
or it's that drill up your lobcock.
I'll take the finger.
Wise.
-[whimpers]
-Stop moving.
[Uriah grunts softly]
Oh! Oh!
That's so much better.
And to think a woman could do it.
Heaven forfend.
Um, so we can fix the urachus
with a little surgery.
Oh, no, no.
No, I'm I'm but a humble clerk
of an August House,
and I haven't got time to tally
beyond resolving me agonies.
Besides, I
I've grown used to me urachus.
My mother, God rest her, used to say
"This makes my Uriah a very special boy,"
and she tended to be right.
This is what Fagin does.
He turns us against each other
for his own gain.
It's him.
-Well, he took the money.
-I bloody knew it.
-[Fagin] Steady on.
-'Course it was him.
-He's the greediest, laziest--
-[Aputi] Least scrupulous.
Meanest, black-hearted--
-Come now, Mr Fagin's lovely.
-Thank you, Fanny.
That money is supposed to get me back
to my family in Samoa.
-I was going to buy a fishing business.
-[door opens and closes]
[clock bell chiming]
My money, Mr Fagin.
-That was unbelievable.
-Yeah.
-The way it grew up around--
-I know, quite remarkable.
Me or the bladder hair?
Well, both.
-Charming.
-[Bricks] Help!
-I found him in the Elbow.
-Operating theatre, now!
Tim, take him through.
He tucked himself away in a corner to die.
I almost missed him.
[thunder rumbling]
[Dickie] Oh, come now.
I've had enough of this.
I've arranged to meet
with Mr Heep shortly.
If you don't refund
my £20,000 now,
he will kill you, Mr Fagin.
[Fanny] My goodness! You sound unhinged.
-He doesn't have your money, Uncle.
-Yes, he does, Fanny.
And why are you consorting
with these miscreants?
They're my bohemian chums.
And we don't know what land or money
you're talking about.
I have the land deeds right here--
[Rotty] You was very drunk, milord.
Bragging like £20,000 was nothing.
-What?
-[Fagin] You was waving the shigs around,
so Rotty put them back in your pocket,
sent you off home to bed.
So you see, my chums and I
have no idea what you mean.
No! You're lying!
I know I gave you that money.
This is criminal, hmm?
You won't get away with this.
Just wait.
[Belle] Ether saturation.
[Dodger] Complete.
[Belle] Burns are inconsistent
with chemicals. It's likely boiling water.
How could he drink the amount required
without his body refusing it?
-It's impossible.
-[Dodger] Well, unless it was forced,
as a punishment.
Inflammation of the pharynx and larynx.
Severe burns.
Looks like the injury was sustained
some hours ago.
If they'd known sooner,
he may have had a better chance.
I've got a patient
spiking a 107-Fahrenheit fever.
Calomel, morphia.
Extreme dyspnoea, racing pulse.
[nurse] I have a patient
with fluid on the lungs.
We'll drain it. Use a 14-gauge cannula.
[nurse 2] Dr Dawkins,
you're needed on the ward.
[Dodger] He needs a tracheotomy.
Be fast. Be decisive.
[slow suspenseful music playing]
[Dickie] Oh, Mr Heep! It's gone!
All the East India Company's money
is gone!
Ssh, Lordship, don't fret.
Your humble Uriah's here to help you.
I I can explain everything.
It's Mr Fagin.
He's defrauded me.
-Oh, defrauded you, has he?
-Yes.
Well, then, he's defrauded
the East India Company.
We can't have that
on our balance sheet now, can we?
[Belle] I can't hear anything.
He should be breathing through it.
-Milady, it hasn't worked.
-No, no. I refuse to accept it.
Here.
There are cases in The Lancet
where this revived the patient.
[bellow hissing]
-We do have other patients to tend.
-No.
[thunder rumbling]
-[gate opens]
-[Boxer gasps]
[tense music playing]
[Boxer] Dawkins, stop
in the name of the Crown!
Dr Dawkins, stop!
[sighs]
She's respiring a dead patient,
and I need all the doctors I can get.
Well, if she's got an instinct,
she's probably right.
-And, Hetty, I'd leave her be today.
-Why?
Nothing. She finds the idea of me
more appealing than reality,
and that became very clear this morning.
It was probably always impossible, anyway.
You tried.
And you've loved more than most do
in a life.
Dr Dawkins!
-Get your hands off me!
-I'm arresting--
You're You're dry?
-Why are you dry? You can't have changed.
-Inspector, are you quite well?
-How long has he been here?
-All day.
And a ward full of patients
will tell you the same.
It isn't you.
You're not the killer. You can't be.
Well, no. I could have told you that.
[Boxer] I was wrong.
[suspenseful music playing]
[bellow hissing]
Belle, here.
-Belle, I'm here to help you.
-There's a pulse,
but he won't breathe unassisted.
I think once the swelling goes down,
he will breathe again.
Now, let me help you.
I know you're angry with me.
-But I need you to know that I--
-Not now, Jack.
I can't.
[boy groans softly]
Nurse! Nurse!
[breathing heavily]
[sentimental music playing,
Josie Mann "Into My Arms"]
[breathing heavily]
-Come home, my darling.
-I'm so sorry, Father.
[Governor] What for?
My sweet child.
Come home.
-What about Mother?
-You let me worry about her.
You're my daughter.
And there will always be a home for you
with me.
Not to touch a hair on your head ♪
To leave you as you are ♪
And if He felt He had to direct you ♪
Then direct you into my arms ♪
Into my arms ♪
[Belle] Just a moment, Father.
I need some air.
[Governor] Yes. Of course, darling.
O Lord ♪
Into my arms, O Lord ♪
Into my arms ♪
[sobs softly]
And I don't believe in
The existence of angels ♪
But looking at you ♪
[softly] Thank you.
[sniffles]
Did your wife make this for you?
It's the only one she did.
Sophia didn't enjoy sewing.
What happened?
She was doing charity work
in an East End slum
and got caught up in a riot.
I tried to reach her, but
It's been seven years,
and I thought I would die a widower,
but then I met--
I met you.
Life doesn't have to be a trial.
Love doesn't have to be
a lightning strike.
It can be a lamp in the darkness.
-If I'd met you in another life--
-But we only have this one.
And you and I both know how fragile it is.
Will you think on what I'm offering?
I will.
So keep your candles burning ♪
Make her journey bright and pure ♪
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore ♪
Into my arms, O Lord ♪
Into my arms, O Lord ♪
Into my arms, O Lord ♪
Into my arms ♪
[song ends]
[theme music playing]