Oliver! Page #4

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I'd do anything

For you, dear, anything

For you mean everything to me

I know that

I'd go anywhere

For your smile, anywhere

For your smile everywhere I'd see

Would you lace my shoe?

Anything!

Paint your face bright blue?

Anything!

Catch a kangaroo?

Anything!

Go to Timbuktu?

And back again!

I'd risk everything

For one kiss, everything

Yes, I'd do anything

Anything?

Anything for you!

I'd go anywhere

For your smile, anywhere

For your smile everywhere I'd see

I know that I'd do anything

For you, dear, anything

For you mean everything to me

To me!

- To me!

- To me!

To me, me, me, me, me

I'd do anything

For you, dear, anything

Yes, I'd do anything

Anything?

Anything for you!

Would you rob a shop?

Anything!

Would risk the drop?

Anything

Though your eyes go pop

Anything!

When you come down, plop

Hang everything!

We'd risk life and limb

To keep you in the swim

Yes, we'd do anything!

Anything?

Anything for you

Well, get to work, then! No argument

when there's fine pickings in the street.

- Get out and earn your keep.

- You told us we could go see the hanging!

Be sure it ain't your own.

Fagin, I'm waiting.

Waiting, my dear? What for?

Bill will give you what-for

if you don't fork out.

Now come on, hand over. Start counting.

- Come on, what do you think we are?

- Rush, rush, rush.

You and your Bill,

you'll be the ruin of me between you!

That's right.

If it's all the same to you!

- What was that for?

- For getting caught!

I was only practicing!

I'll die a pauper yet. Here, take it.

I'll starve. You'll find me lying in the gutter

with me feet sticking up in the air.

Bill might think the count is a bit short,

wouldn't you say?

I only wish you had to get rid of the stuff.

That's all I wish.

He still might. Come on.

So me and the boys,

we live on air till I find a customer?

Heartless, that's what I am.

Come on, Beth. Ta-ta, kids!

- Ta-ta, Nancy!

- Bye, Nancy!

Hey, Fagin.

Young Oliver wants to come on the game

with Charlie and me.

...six and four is ten, another 13, and 31.

What's that? On the job, you mean?

Can I? Please? I'd like to.

Would you, my dear? Well, why not?

You got to start somewhere.

You couldn't do it in better company.

- Look after him, Dodger.

- Hats on, boys. Time we're off.

- Then I can go, sir?

- Good luck on your first job, my dear.

I'll be waiting for you here

when you come back.

- Line up!

- Line up!

- Single file!

- Single file!

- Quick march, left!

- Right!

- Left!

- Right!

- Left, right!

- Left, right!

You can go, but be back soon

You can go, but while you're working

This place, I'm pacing 'round

Until you're home, safe and sound

Fare thee well, but be back soon

Who can tell where danger's lurking?

Do not forget this tune

Be back soon

How could we forget?

How could we let

Our dear old Fagin worry?

We love him so

We'll come back home

In, oh, such a great big hurry

It's him that pays the piper

It's us that calls the tune

So long, fare thee well

Pip-pip, cheerio

We'll be back soon

Cheerio, but be back soon

I don't know, somehow I miss you

I love you

That's why I

Say cheerio, not goodbye

Don't be gone long

Be back soon

Give me one long, last look

Bless you

Remember our old tune

Be back soon

You can go, but be back soon

You can go, but bring back plenty

Of wallets full of cash

Don't want to see any trash

Whip 'em quick and be back soon

Only thick ones now, not empty

Get rich this afternoon

Be back soon

Our pockets hold a watch of gold

That chimes upon the hour

A wallet fat

An old man's hat

The jewels from the Tower

We know the nosy policemen

But they don't know this tune

So long, fare thee well

Pip-pip, cheerio

We'll be back soon

Cheerio, but be back soon

I don't know, somehow I miss you

I love you

That's why I

Say cheerio, not goodbye

Don't be gone long, be back soon

Give me one long last look

Bless you

Remember our old tune

Be back soon

And when we're in the distance

You'll hear this whispered tune

So long, fare thee well

Pip-pip, cheerio

We'll be back soon

So long, fare thee well

Pip-pip, cheerio

We'll be back soon

So long, fare thee well

Pip-pip, cheerio

We'll be back soon

Cheerio, but be back soon

I don't know, somehow I miss you

I love you

That's why I

Say cheerio, not goodbye

And when we're in the distance

You'll hear this whispered tune

So long, fare thee well

Pip-pip, cheerio

We'll be back soon

Dodger! Oliver!

Come on!

Now, now, now! Go on, get going!

Come here, boy.

Come on, give that back to me.

Give that back. Come along, boy.

Come along...

Stop that boy!

Thief! My wallet! Stop that boy!

Hold that boy! Stop! Stop him! Stop him!

Stop! Thief!

- Leave him to us!

- He stole the gent's wallet!

We'll catch him!

Would you...

He went that way!

- Have you seen him?

- No. He's disappeared. He's gone.

Come here.

Come here, you...

- Here!

- Watch it!

Watch where you're going!

Boy!

There's the gent he stole from.

Can you identify this boy as the thief, sir?

Yes! Well, I saw him running away.

Why didn't you look after him?

Why didn't you bring him back with you?

How can I help it?

A fine thing, Oliver in the lockup.

And in the morning

he's up in front of the beak!

For pinching a wallet.

So he goes to jail. What's it matter?

I'm afraid he may say something

which will get us into trouble.

That's very likely, Fagin.

You see, you're blowed upon.

And I'm afraid, you see,

that if the game was up with us,

it might be up with a good many more.

And it would come out rather worse for you

than it would for me.

Why, you miserable,

sneaking, treacherous old...

No, Bill!

You go down to that court in the morning

and you will find out what happens.

Me?

Go to court?

With a magistrate sitting there?

I'll go. They won't know me.

Good girl. Clever girl.

And if he does talk, you'll come and tell us

quick, eh, Nancy? Quick!

'Cause then we'll have to

look after ourselves, won't we?

You won't have to look after yourself, Fagin.

'Cause I'll look after you, believe me.

I always believe you, Bill.

Have another drink.

Silence. Silence in court.

Well? What crime is this one charged with?

He looks a thoroughbred

old reprobate to me.

Speak up, man! What's he charged with?

He's not charged at all, Your Worship.

This gentlemen appears against the boy.

- Boy? What boy? I see no boy.

- The boy in the dock, Your Worship.

- Oh, yes. Stand up, boy, I can't see you!

- He is standing up, Your Worship.

Don't be impertinent!

Put him on a box or something.

- Well, what's he charged with?

- Picking pockets, sir.

What's your name, boy?

Oliver.

And does your father know you're here?

I'm an orphan.

He says he's an orphan, sir.

And where do you come from?

Where do you live?

Who looks after you?

He doesn't seem able to say where he lives,

or anything else, sir.

Well.

A liar as well as a thief, eh?

And insolent into the bargain.

Well, that settles it.

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