Transcript
Narrator (0:03)
The merry bakers at relevant radio present. Episode 2 marley's demise.
Narrator/Reader (0:29)
Marley was dead to begin with. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a doornail. Mind, I don't mean to say that I know of my own knowledge what there is particularly dead about it. Or nail. I might have been inclined myself to regard a coffin nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile. And my unhallowed hand shall not disturb it, or the country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat emphatically that Marley was as dead as a doornail. Scrooge knew he was dead. Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don't know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assignment, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend and sole mourner. My condolences, Mr. Ebenezer. He's gone unto his reward now. He's at peace.
Bob Cratchit (1:57)
Quiet, Quiet.
Narrator/Reader (1:59)
And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral and solemnized it with an undoubted bargain. The mention of Marley's funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet's father died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable than the father's taking a stroll at night in an easterly wind upon his own ramparts than there would be in any other middle aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot. Say, St. Paul's Churchyard, for instance, Literally, to astonish his son's weak mind.
Bob Cratchit (2:52)
Cab. Cabby. Yes. Thank you.
Cab Driver (2:59)
Where to, sir?
Bob Cratchit (3:00)
Scrooge and Marley.
Cab Driver (3:02)
Them the law offices?
Bob Cratchit (3:03)
Yes. Cabby.
Narrator/Reader (3:04)
Scrooge never painted out old Marley's name. There it stood, years afterwards above the warehouse door. Scrooge and Marley. The firm was known as Scrooge and Marley. Sometimes people new to the business called Scrooge, Scrooge and sometimes Marley. But he answered to both names. It was all the same to him.
