01x01 - The Friends of English Magic

Episode transcripts for the 2015 UK TV show "Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell". Aired June 2015.
"Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell" is a seven-part British fantasy adapted from Susanna Clarke's book of the same name. Set in England at the beginning of the 19th century, the series presents an alternate history where magic is widely acknowledged, but rarely practiced. Two men are destined to bring it back; the reclusive Mr. Norrell and daring novice Jonathan Strange. So begins a dangerous battle between two great minds.
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01x01 - The Friends of English Magic

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(Bird caws)

(Bird caws)

(Bird caws)

He's a magician.

No, he smells too nice.

(Bird caws)


(Horse neighs)

Your book, sir.

I'm obliged to you.

Some years ago, there was, in the city of York, a society of magicians. They met up on the third Wednesday of every month and read each other long, dull papers upon the history of English magic. They were gentlemen magicians, which is to say they had never harmed anyone by magic. Nor ever done anyone the slightest good. In fact, to own the truth, not one of these magicians had ever cast the smallest spell. Nor, by magic, caused one leaf to tremble upon a tree, made one mote of dust alter its course or changed a single hair upon anyone's head. With this one minor reservation, they enjoyed a reputation as some of the wisest and most magical gentlemen in Yorkshire.


Mr g*n!


(He coughs)

Excuse me. Er... ha...

It has been no small inducement, in my coming to York, that your excellent and, er, distinguished society exists here.

Er, not to mention your extensive library of magical books.

That's right.

Er, I have studied magic, gentlemen, for many years.

The histories of the Raven King, the great magicians of long ago.

I've read the new publications and even made my small contribution to their number.

(He coughs)

Excuse me.

But I... but I have recently g*n to wonder why the great feats of magic that I read about remain in the pages of my books... and are not seen on the street or... on the b*ttlefield.

I have g*n to wonder why modern magicians are unable to work the magic that they write about.

In short, gentlemen, I wish to know... why is magic no longer done in England.

(They all mutter)

It is a long question, Mr...


Magicians study magic, the history of magic. We do not perform it.

You don't expect an astronomer to create stars, eh?

(They all chuckle)

Or a botanist to invent new flowers, eh?

(They all laugh)

It is a child's question, I appreciate, but no-one else...

Classical magic, sir, is not a thing for the gentlemen of this society.

Nor any... gentleman.

I do hope that you have not been trying to cast spells, sir.

(They all laugh)

You told me certainly that there would be books coming in.

You took a guinea from me.

Good day to you, sir.

Mr g*n, I say.

Honeyfoot. I was there at the society last night. May I?

I have made myself disagreeable.

No, sir. I think you h*t upon it quite correct.

Why is magic no longer done?

I cannot find it answered anywhere.

Can you believe there are no books of magic to be had?

In York!

Books about magic are rare enough.

Books of magic.

Oh, my dear fellow, they're more precious than rubies.

Even the society only has a few pages.

I have tried everywhere else.

The society is my last throw of the dice. Sir!

We're growing stale, we need fresh opinions.

Oh, I'm... I'm afraid that those books have been sold, sir.

I reserved them!

Yes, I am sorry for it, sir.

Oh, it is no matter.

Do you have anything upon the nature of clouds, rain, atmospheres?

Yes, sir. Yes, I do, as a matter of fact.

Oh, that's interesting. I'm most fascinated by clouds myself.

Keep an eye open.

Mr g*n.

At least I can find the devil who keeps swiping my books.




Hurtfew Abbey.

It is not an age for magic.

Why then do you persist, sir?

What is it?

Tremendously dirty.

From a street magician in London.

"A spell to join together articles which have been parted."

Does it work?


He was a vagabond, you see.

Yellow curtain sort of fellow.

Persuaded me to part with a rather large sum of money for that.

And then he called me back, said he'd tell me a secret for nothing.

Told me that one day magic would be restored to England by two magicians.

Old prophecies are nonsense.

I know.

But it set me upon my present path.

We are two magicians. John g*n and Mr Honeyfoot.

Sounds well.

One would expect him to pretend that I was one of the two, but in the end he told me, rather plainly, that I was not.

Mr Norrell?

Come in.

Watch your step, gentlemen. The way is... convoluted.

(He coughs)

It's Mr Honeyfoot and Mr g*n of the York Society of Magicians.

I read your account of the careers of Martin Pale's fairy servants, sir.

It's a creditable piece of work.

Well... there was Master Fallowthought, was there not?

You left him out.

A minor spirit, but nevertheless...


I have never even heard of him.

Forgive me, sir, but what a library!

Yes, I forget. Of course, he is described in Holgarth and Pickles' history of their own dealings with Master Fallowthought, which you can scarcely have read.

You have that book?

May we, may we be permitted to...

Nothing would be more agreeable to me.

How To Putte Questions To The Dark And Understand Its Answers.

It's a foolish work.

This is Belasis's instructions.

Every copy of this was destroyed centuries ago.

I did devote a great deal of time to Belasis in my youth, but no longer.

He is mystical when he should be clear and clear when he should be mystical.

These are all... books of magic.

Mr Norrell, such...

Surely you will find your answer here.


To a simple question, sir.

In the past, magic was done as a matter of course.

It... it was as much a part of this country as the rain.

Then 300 years ago it d*ed, seemingly overnight.

We wish to know... why magic has fallen from its once great state.

We wish to know why is there no more magic done in England?

It is a wrong question, sir.

Magic is not ended in England.

I myself am quite a tolerable, practical... magician.

Well done.

Well... it is done.

Show these gentlemen out, Childermass.


Absolute tripe!

Oh, I'm so sorry, sirs, to see you bringing magic into such disrepute.

This Norrell is lying.

I disa... I disagree, I believe Mr Norrell.

Did you see magic done or did you not?

(They all stir)

Gentlemen, the answer is a simple one, eh?

We shall invite Mr Norrell to prove his ridiculous assertion.

To do magic for us.

And if he cannot, or will not, to lay off disturbing our peace of mind!

(They all cheer)

This is the hour and place he appointed, and he doesn't come.

Mr Norrell concedes defeat.

Not at all.

Who are you, sir?

A word or two before you go in.

If Mr Norrell fails to do the magic he has promised, he will publicly withdraw his claim to be a practical magician, indeed a magician of any sort.

That's quite right.

And swears never to make any such claim again.

Here's his hand on it.

I'm sure he needn't go so far.

We have no desire to punish him.

However, my master only thinks it's fair to extract the same promise from each of you... should he succeed.

Here's the paper and there's the stuff to sign your name.

Well, I do not believe he can do magic, and so...

I will sign because I believe he can.

And I hope he achieves recognition and will use his powers for the good of the nation in this time of w*r.


I will not sign. Magic is my life, sir.

What shall I do when it is taken from me?

We shall say Mr Norrell's contract is with all members of the society... except Mr g*n.

(Bell chimes)

(He chuckles)


(Wind bl*ws)

Whispering: 'Come here. Come here.

'Come here.'


'We saw him.

Tyranny. Tyranny.

'He m*rder her.

He m*rder her.

'We know. We know. We saw him.

We saw it.

'There was no-one to see but the stones.

'No-one saw but the stones.

The stones, the stones.

'He m*rder her! And no-one saw!'

The statues.

'The stones. Dig up his bones!

'Let him be punished for his wickedness!'

He has brought them alive.





Statues: Usurper.

Usurper? How dare you?!

Lady Catherine. Catherine of Winchester.

You k*lled my horse, sir!

Oh, forever upon that damned horse!

Get you gone, father.

My boot is on the wrong foot and it is paining my bunion.

(Statues sing and play)

(He speaks in latin)

I don't know what you're talking about.

(He speaks in latin)

I don't know!

(He speaks in latin)

We have not seen the likes of that for three centuries!

I am sorry for it, sirs.

Do not be.

Magic is restored to England.

I hope it can do some good.

Do you think Mr Norrell would be offended if I wrote to the London newspapers of this?

I very much think he would be.

But I rather think my master has hidden his talent long enough.

It is time for him to take his place.

And London is where I shall take him.

Well, if that is how the first magician behaves, I dare not think what the second will be like.

'The Lord be with you.'

Let us pray.

In the desolate plateau of the Iberian peninsula... and on the battlefields of France and the low countries.

Lord, we beseech your help in these times for our country.

Fighting a Godless enemy.

Lord, we ask for courage, wisdom.

For the support of your grace and the endurance of your providence.

Which daily strengthens us. Amen.

All: Amen.

'Well done, Henry.'

You're using your voice much better, more authority.

Yes, I... I think you have definitely improved.

Especially the, er, the voice.

Thank you, Jonathan.

We'd saved a place for you.

Oh, I did not see.

I was at the back.

Yes. Right at the back.

Enjoying your Sunday, Mr Atkinson?

I... I've done everything you want in the way of...

I hardly play cards.

I drink very, very little, scarcely more than a bottle a day.

And, well...

I've no objection to going to church more often.

Twice a week if you'd like it better.

I leave such matters to your own conscience.

I do not know, perhaps you don't like my going to Bath or Brighton or...

But really, the ladies there, you have nothing to fear from them.

They are without doubt very charming, but...

That hadn't even occurred to me.




I only wish that you would... find a way to occupy your time.

No-one loves a holiday better than I, but perpetual holidays...

Does it make you happy?

You make me happy.

A man needs an occupation, Jonathan.

Arabella, you know perfectly well that my father...

I'm going away.


With Henry, to his new parish. Help him settle.


I'd not thought to do this now, but I see I must act.


Do not act.


I'll not be gone forever.

'It is cruel, sir,' for a fellow of my age to be kept from taking up any useful position in the world.

It is no wonder that I go to seed in this manner of which you so desperately disapprove.

Which useful position had you in mind?

Any, sir. Give it to me and I shall fill it.

(He sneezes)

One more of those and you'll lose YOUR position, sir.

As for you, let me see, you have...

HE SNEEZES Good God, man!

For pity's sake, Father.

Have him close the window, the man is clearly ill.

Open all the windows.

I'm not blind, my son.

This clergyman's girl wishes you to be a man of destiny.

She does not know that you, like your mother, are weak and skittish and doomed to fulfil no function more useful than that of a clothes horse.

(He groans)

My dear fellow!

Leave him!

On your feet, sir.

Stand beside the window.

And you, sir, you've proved yourself a failure in everything you've done.

And you shall have no assistance in finding any occupation whilst I am yet living and master in this house.

I had thought to ask your permission to marry your sister.

But I rather think it is her permission I'd struggle to get.

Have some brandy in that, Henry. It makes it taste much better.

It is Sunday, Jonathan. I have a carriage to catch.

Arabella loves you. She merely...

I have tried.

She just wishes you to have purpose.

I have tried to buy an ironworks, the smelting room gave me a headache.

I have tried to establish a business to collect fossils at Lyme Regis.


Much too rainy. Have you, have you been to Lyme Regis?

Cannot your father...

My father delights in torturing me, as he tortures his servants.

As he tortured my mother.

Jonathan, God will...

A way will become clear to you, Jonathan.

All I've ever truly wished for is your sister.

It often happens in the most unexpected of ways.

Goodbye, Jonathan.

Do not drown yourself.

I will have one more.

(Knocking on door)

(Knocking on door)

(He stirs)


I fear there's been a quarrel. The door, it's quite jammed.

Come on, together.

The poor fellow is ill!

(He groans)

This room is as cold as a Scotsman's chimney!



(Bell tolls)

She regrets her absence in Cumberland.

She does not like to think of me being alone and friendless at such a time.

Well, I have an estate to run.

I'm not to be without an occupation now.

What sort of an interval do you think is appropriate?


For me to ride up there and ask for her hand, Jeremy.

To Cumberland!

What sort of period of mourning do you think is fit?

A month? Two weeks?

Three days?

(Bell rings)

"And Mr Norrell, having taken a London house for the season..."

I have not taken it, I have bought it.

210 guineas.

".. having taken a London house for the season, leaves us hungry to see which, if any, new wonders he will perform after the miracle of York."


"The miracle of York."

"Are we to see the proof of his genius with our own eyes? Has magic truly returned, or is Mr Norrell simply a wealthier version of the familiar conjuror in his yellow-curtained tent?"

I have never...

I have contended with this for 40 years.

Stiggers and disapproval.

Well, this is why we have come here, is it not?

We have come to change that.

The Star has reprinted Mr g*n's letter... with illustrations.

Why is London so expensive?

So noisy?

And the smell.

Is that supposed to be me?

With a beard?

And a pointy hat!

They intend no disrespect, sir.

That is what most folk believe a magician to look like.

The magic of the old country.

The magic of the Raven King, 300 years gone... and turned to feathers.

The Raven King.

These men give the practice of magic such an appalling name.

Well, if nothing else, sir, you should pull that picture out of their heads.



This is what you have worked for.

This is your great opportunity.

If all goes as it should here, when folk think of a magician...

They will think of myself.

Courage, sir. Charm.

He is the Secretary of State for w*r.

Remember what a gift it is that you offer, then I am sure he will be your friend.

'You, sir, are an embarrassment to your party' and to this whole house.

(They cheer)

Our forces are hopelessly outnumbered by the French.

We stay in Salamanca and be massacred, or lead our troops over the mountains and leave them to the snow.

This is a final disgrace.

The final act of a criminally incompetent government.

Shame upon you. Shame!

(They all shout)

Order. Sir Walter Pole.

The honourable gentleman is well known for his excellent impromptu speeches, and it is good to know that the time he spends preparing them is not wasted.


I would have been happy to hear a deal less of it.

But as Napoleon himself has said, you should never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.

'There will be no retreat from Salamanca.

But I am a man of my word and a custodian of English blood.

There will be no retreat!


There will be a m*ssacre.

Man: Well done, Sir Walter. Well done.

Sir Walter!

Sir Walter!

Sir Walt...

What assistance may I be to you, sir?

I have an appointment with Sir Walter to talk about... magic.

Ah, you are the magician. Mr Norris?


Sir Walter begs humbly that he may receive you at his private residence.

(Door opens)

Aha, I'm very glad to meet you, sir.

It seems London talks of little else but the extraordinary Mr Norrell.

Please. Mr Norrell is a magician, ma'am.

A person of great reputation in his native county of Yorkshire.

And where are your fairy servants, sir?

Are they visible only to yourself or may others see them?

Oh, uh, fairies are mythological creatures, madam.


I meant to say that they do no...

They... they did not exist in the way the stories have them.

They're a poisonous race, their help is always regretted, it is always a heavy price.

You are not at all what I expected, eh, Stephen?

I had not formed a picture of Mr Norrell, sir.

I had heard you were a practical magician.

I hope you are not offended.

It's a great relief to see that you are nothing of the sort.

You are a theoretical magician, I imagine.

(She coughs)

They say you have something to ask me?

(She coughs)


W... That is to say, I beg your pardon but I am in fact a practical, erm, magician.

But I very earnestly hope that I will not by this admission lose your good opinion.

No, by no means.

The... the misapprehension under which you labour... by which I mean of course the belief that all practical magicians are charlatans, arises from the appalling idleness of English magicians in the last 300 years.

I have performed one small feat of modern magic, which the people of York were kind enough to say that they found astounding.

I am come, Sir Walter, to offer you my help in our present difficulties.

You mean the w*r?


My dear sir, what has magic to do with the w*r?

I believe I have heard what you did in York and I am sure the housewives were very grateful.

But I can scarcely see how such magic may be applied to the w*r.

True enough, soldiers get very dirty.

Sir, I made half-a-hundred stone figures talk in York Minster.

It was nothing to do with housewives.

My fiancee, Miss Wintertowne.

Oh, er, enchante, miss.

Very fond of magic myself.

There's a wonderful street magician - Vinculus.

He's all lies and doom.

Oh, well, no, street magicians are the very worst.

All magicians are vagabonds.

My dear Emma is to be married to Sir Walter at St George's in ten days' time.

M... many congratulations.

(She coughs)

I am often ill myself.

I find some warm lemon and nutmeg...

(She coughs)

Mr Norrell, I'm not sure what help you hope to offer us.

I am sorry to say it will not do.

Magic is not respectable, sir.

The government cannot meddle in such things.

Frankly, had I better understood what you were proposing to offer, I would not have agreed to meet you.

(Clock chimes)

How'd it go?

Very well.

Tolerably well.

As bad as that, eh? Did you do any magic for him?

This is not the way to the house. Hanover Square is that way.

We are going to Lady Godesdone's house. It's a soiree.

A party? I wish to go home and read a book.

Powerful gentlemen spend more time at parties than they do in Parliament.

You cannot do this from the comfort of your own fireside, sir.

We're not in Yorkshire any more.

(Chatter and laughter)

Pardon me. Excuse me.

I heard all the ladies of Yorkshire may put out their dirty linen in baskets at night, and in the morning it is magically clean.

He is as rich as a very Jew.

A wealthy uncle d*ed, leaving him a large estate, Hurtfew Abbey.

It's in Yorkshire.

Wealthy uncles are in short supply these days.

I was with him, only this morning, to hear of the wonderful magic he's been doing.

What kind of wonderful magic are we talking about, exactly?

The cleaning of laundry is commonly known.

(Laughter and chatter)

(He breathes heavily)

Admit it, you don't know him.

On the contrary, nobody in London knows him better.

We came here in the expectation of seeing something very extraordinary, such as we have read in the Times, and instead we have been forced to make our own entertainment.

That gentleman is reading a book!

I beg your pardon.

No, no, you do not know him as I.

Mr Norrell has a shrewd notion of his own value.

A gentleman who buys a house in Hanover Square.

I beg your pardon.


I am Mr Norrell.


Mr Norrell!

I can scarcely begin to express my delight in making your acquaintance.

I had mistook you, sir.

But now that I behold you, I plainly see you have the measured and dignified air of a magical scholar.

Lascelles, do you not think Mr Norrell has the grave and sober bearing of a scholar?

'Spose so.

My name is Drawlight.

I have been your John the Baptist, sir, preparing the way for you.

I knew we would be friends.

Here we are, chatting so comfortably to one another.

This is all for you, sir.

Yes, I am becoming aware of that.

Let me announce you.

And I pray, do not think it would be considered an insult to the company if you were to perform a trick or two of magic.

No, no, no, no... I...

(Glass tinkles)

My lords.

My, my lords, ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you my dear friend, the saviour of English magic, the magician of Hanover Square, Mr Norrell.

He has disappeared.

(Dishes clatter)

Can I help you, sir?

The rain shall make a door for me.

And I shall walk through it.

Oh, yes, you think yourself a very fine fellow.

Hoarding books like a miser hoards gold.

Open up!

Well, I have a book, sir.

A book you won't find in your library, or any other.

It's written by the Raven King, and it tells me all about you.

Vinculus, magician of Threadneedle Street, at your service.

Well, know this, magician - your coming was foretold long ago.

I've been expecting you these past 20 years.

Now I've come to explain your destiny to you, as it is written in my book.

Oh, prophecies, is it!

Well, magic cannot see into the future and rascals who claim otherwise are liars.


These are the words of the Raven King.

He was a charlatan, sir. Childermass!

Two magicians shall appear in England.


The name of one shall be Fearfulness, the name of the other, Arrogance.

Did you say two?


The first shall fear me, the second shall long to behold me.

The first shall bury his heart in the dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache.

The second shall see his dearest possession in his enemy's hand.

Both will fail.

The nameless sl*ve shall be a king in a strange land.

I will return.

His words, sir, not mine.

I will return. There.


(He spits)


I want that man gone.

I want him run out of London. You shall have some spells.

I don't need any spells. What did he want?


The man put himself to a great deal of trouble and risked a hanging. What did he want?

To give a prophecy from the Raven King. Nonsense.

The Raven King?

He said he had a book. Nonsense.

But if he does have a book, I want it, and then I want to go home to Yorkshire.

To Yorkshire? We've only just moved here.

This house is not respectable enough - such a tiny library.

No, you're doing it wrong. You've got dozens of invitations to fancy houses and you, you either turn them down or you scarper.

That's not how you get things done.

Why do you not at least do some magic here? Just show them.

I'm not a performing monkey.

Have Davy bring down the packing boxes.

Do you wish to make a success of this? Or do you not?


Take these spells. Use them if you must.

One-penny spells, two-penny spells. I got a guinea spell for you, sir.

Let me importune some fortune into your sorry little life, sir.

Pull out your purses and procure some curses. All right, darling?

For five shillings I'll confer with the River Thames and find that runaway husband of yours, eh?

No? How much for your pies, mate?

More than you've got.

Ah! Mr Norrell, sir.

Drawlight, hmm? Your John the Baptist.

A moment of your time, sir.

(He snores)


Ah, a spell to make an obstinate man leave London.

One spell to discover what my enemy is doing presently. Cheap.

Well, you can tell the magician of Hanover Square that his spells have no effect on me.

That's because I haven't cast them yet. There's a true magician in England now.

I know magicians and I know magic and I say this - all magicians lie, that one more than most. Oh, yes.

I think you and I had better have a chat, don't you?


You left so suddenly last night, sir, and I had so much to say and I'm sure we will be such friends.

Davy, you should use some calf-skin gloves.

Do mind the spines, Lucas, the spines.

You are not leaving, sir?

I came here to restore magic to respectability and to do some good for the w*r.

I am clearly bound to fail. These men in government will not listen.

Sir, if you will permit me. I know these men.

Just a spell or two would have them embracing you like a brother.

I only ask that I be the gentleman to introduce you to society.

Just one small piece of magic.

Like you did for the housewives in Yorkshire.

I have never washed any linen in my life, by magical means or otherwise.

Who invented this nonsense?

I suppose it is no matter who.

So where's this book of yours?

You'll never have my book. You'll never even see it.

It's my inheritance.

From who? The Raven King?

Well, you can't hide the truth from me.

The cards of Marseilles. Shall we see your fortune?

Man: Curses! Curses upon your neighbour!

For the present, your actions are governed by a hermit - Norrell.

We knew that already.

Ah, this one tells me you've weighed your choices and made a decision.

This one tells me what it is - you're going wandering.

You've a message to deliver.

To him.

The Knight of Wands.

You may expect a meeting, leading to an ordeal of some sort, perhaps even death.

The cards don't say whether or not you'll survive.

But regardless, you will achieve your purpose.

Do you know what I am yet?

Well, there's nothing here that says you're anything more than a charlatan.

Then you won't mind if I tell a fortune myself then, will you?

My fortune won't interest you.

Not yours, his.


He is at a crossroads, your magician.

Let's see which path he chooses.

Shall we?

Someone's left a dirty thumbprint on't card.

I drew these myself. There's only one king in the pack.

Tell that to the magician of Hanover Square.

His past, his present, his future.

He is coming, you know.

The raven is coming.

And his spell is about to be cast.

(He cackles)

I do not wish to attend soirees, dinner parties or salons.

I have offered my services to the country, they have been declined.

I shall return to Yorkshire.

Good day, gentlemen.

Well, sir, you have your revenge, at least as far as Walter Pole is concerned.


Sir Walter's bride is d*ad. Poor thing.

A thousand pounds a year, and quite d*ad.

She only contrived to remain alive till the end of the week.


The young lady? That is most unexpected.

On the contrary, nothing was more likely.

Sir Walter's need of the money is quite desperate.

He spent a thousand pounds on the last election alone.

It's a very dangerous thing, to bring someone back from the d*ad.

It has not been done in 300 years.

No, no, I could not attempt it.

Indeed, sir, no-one proposes that you should.

Well... No, I know the form of it.

But it is precisely the sort of magic I've set my face against.

It relies so much upon...

Well, that is to say, the outcome, it is quite unpredictable.

It is quite out of the magician's power.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I shall not even think of it.

No, sir, I understand.

You have in mind a great act of magic.

A testament to your... extraordinary powers.

I must say I think the idea an excellent one.

Should you succeed, all the Poles in England will be on your doorstep.

I have laboured all this time to make magic - my profession - respectable in the eyes of these men and then still, they despise me.

Oh, my dear Mr Norrell, such an opportunity is unlikely to occur again.

With one stroke, you return to us that sweet young woman whose death no-one can hear of without shedding a tear.

And you re-establish magic as a power in the realm for generations to come.

There is scarcely any form of magic more dangerous.

It is dangerous to the magician, and... furthermore it is dangerous to the subject.

But the subject, as you term her, is d*ad.

What worse fate can befall her?

And a brave magician, surely...

I will need to send for more books.

I'll make an excellent landowner, Jeremy.

She will tell me that I will be bored but I shall tell her about my plans for alms houses, and demonstrate my concern for the plight of the common man.

The common man over there is attempting to violently accost the other common man, sir.

Stay back!


I don't suppose you brought a set of p*stol, did you?

No, sir.

Jeremy, go and fetch me a large stick.

I say!

You! We are armed and ready.

Sh! Sir, shush.


You'll wake him up.


The man. Under the hedge.

He's a magician.

If you wake a magician before his time, his dreams come after you and haunt you.

He's woken up!

Don't touch him.

Knight of wands.

What did he say?

Two magicians shall appear in England.

What did he say?

The name of one shall be Fearfulness.

The name of the other - Arrogance.

Both will fail. My name is Vinculus, sir.

For three days now, I have been walking westward in search of a man destined to become a great magician.

Due to certain mystical signs... I can see that it is you.

Two magicians shall appear in England.

The first shall fear me. The second shall long to behold me.

The first shall be governed by thieves and m*rder.

The second shall conspire at his own destruction.

You do not make it sound very appealing.

Choose someone else.

I did not choose you, magician.

(He laughs)

You were chosen long ago.

Well, whoever did the choosing will be disappointed. I am no magician.

Then buy these two spells from me, sir.

They'll get you started.

I got them from a great magician in London.

How much do you want for them?

Seven shillings and sixpence, sir. Cough up.

All right, all right.

The nameless sl*ve shall be a king in a strange land.

Here, you! Let's have you. Workhouse.

That's your lot.


I'm not a vagrant, sir.

I have money.

Who gave him money?

For always and forever...

I think it's time we were going, Jeremy.

.. I pray remember me, upon the moors, beneath the stars.

Good day, gentlemen.

I will return. His words, sir, not mine.

(He laughs)

I will return.

When I take over the management of my own estate...

You always told me you hated farming, Jonathan.

Will such a thing do for you?

Well, I...

You once said that you would rather put out your own eyes than spend one moment managing the estate.

Very well, I'm going to study magic. Will that do?

Why on earth would you want to do that?

I met a man under a hedge who told me I was a magician.

Did you indeed?

You do not believe me.


On the contrary, it's all of a piece with your usual way of doing things.

I purchased two spells from the man under the hedge.

Would you like to see one?

Very dirty.

We magicians do not regard a little dirt.

Ancient, mysterious spells such as these.

Second of February?

Three days ago.


"A spell to make an obstinate man leave London."

"One spell to discover what mine enemy is doing presently."

Why on earth would you want to make people leave London?

These are horrible, Jonathan.

I require a mirror and something d*ad.

Er, Jeremy, those flowers.

I think we can find you a mirror, Jonathan.

Now, madam, an occupation.

If I make a success of this, might I then presume...

Here we are.

Thank you. And, er, now...

The flowers must be arranged like so... and, er, then I draw a circle on the mirror, like this.

And then I quarter the circle.

Jonathan, where did you get this nonsense?

From the man under the hedge.

Henry, do at least try it.

Henry, that...

That is not your ceiling.

Who on earth is he?

And why is he your enemy?

Do you owe him money?

I do not think so.

He could be a banker, it looks a little like the counting house.

Well, Arabella, good magicians conjure up fairy spirits and long-d*ad kings.

I appear to have summoned the spirit of a banker.

But at least...

I AM a magician.

I wish with all my heart, Sir Walter, that I might invite you up with me to see what it is I do.

But the nature of this magic demands solitude.

I will, I hope, have the honour of showing you some magic on another occasion.

Do not send them away, sir.

Gather as many of them around the bed as possible.

Impress the servants.

We should have brought some Chinese powders to throw on the f*re.


Er, I wish to go to where Miss Wintertowne is.

This way, sir.

We will stand quietly in the corner, sir, and afford any assistance.


But, sir, we...


I have in mind to write a play based on this sorry affair.

I shall call it...

..'Tis Pity She's A Corpse.

(He sniggers)



(He screams)

Who in the world are you?

I am the greatest magician of the age.

I... I am the man who is destined to restore magic to England.

Well, obviously you are that, or I should not be here.

But who are you?

What magic have you done?

Who was your master?

I had no master, I taught myself... from books.


There are some rather helpful books these days.

At least, they...

They might be helpful, when... they're considered all together.

Should I agree to restore this beautiful young woman to life... what would be my reward?

What sort of thing...?

Oh, my wishes are the most moderate things in the world.

I simply wish to be able to aid you in your endeavours.

To advise you in all matters and to guide your studies.

Oh, and you must take care to tell the world that your greatest achievements are due, in large part, to me.

W... Were I the sort of magician who entrusts his business to other persons then I would...

But I fear, unfortunately, that I have no notion to employ you or indeed any other member of your race ever again.

Well... this is most ungrateful indeed.

Perhaps I would do better to speak to the other one.

The other who?

The other magician.

No, there is no other magician. I am the only one.

Of course there is another magician.

He is your dearest friend in all the world.

I have no friends.

So you will not help me?

I must confess... that in recent centuries, I have grown somewhat tired of the society of my cousins and servants.

I have need of new companions and this young woman would be a charming companion indeed.

Grant me half her life and the deal is done.

What would her friends and family say...?

Half a life is better than none.

How long is a life?

How long would you like?

Well, let us suppose that she might have lived until she was...


And she is 19. That's another 75 years.

75 years, then.

Exactly half of which belongs to me.

Shall we sign something?



I should take something of the lady's to signify my claim.

One of her rings?


Ah... I have it.

And then you will go back.

I am sorry?

After you've finished the spell, you will go away not to come back any more.

You need never see me again.


Emma! Miss Wintertowne.

What are you doing, man?

Open this door!

For the love of Christ, sir, open this door.

What have you done?

(She gasps and chokes)

Oh, my Lord, my Lord.


You've been wicked.

It is not right you did not tell me how poorly I was.

I do believe for a moment I may have been d*ad, though I do not seem to be d*ad presently. How unusual.

And Walter, I rather like you in black. Let us dance.


Your finger.

I don't feel it. Mmm. Dance with me.

(She laughs)

A miracle!

The magician of Hanover Square has restored the young lady to life.

My dear friend, Mr Norrell.

He has performed that which medicine could not.

Physicians had abandoned her.

The poor young lady... Restored to life and to dance!
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