Oliver! Page #6

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- Get in the cart.

Bull's-eye. Here, boy, hurry up.

Bull's-eye? Bull's-eye! Come here!

- Oliver's back!

- Look at his togs!

He's got books, too!

Quite the little gent, ain't he?

Lovely bit of stuff.

Delighted to see

you're looking so well, my dear.

The Dodger will give you another suit,

for fear you should spoil that Sunday one.

Cor! Look at this!

I'll bank it for you.

What's that?

- That's mine, Fagin.

- No, no, my dear. Mine. Ours.

You shall have the books.

You hand it over,

you avaricious old skeleton.

That's for our share of the trouble.

You keep the books. Start a library.

Mr. Brownlow will be here after you if he

finds out you've got his books and money.

So he'll be out here, will he?

Out here?

After us?

- What did you tell him about us?

- Nothing!

Fagin, I'll wager this young rat's

told him everything.

What did you tell him?

- No! Leave him alone!

- You stand off me!

No violence!

You'll have to kill me

before I let you lay a hand on that boy.

Don't you tell me. Just don't you tell me.

You keep out of this!

If he says he didn't tell them,

he didn't tell them.

Hit me, would you?

I won't stand by and see it done, Bill.

Let him be!

Let him be, or I'll put my mark on you,

and I don't care...

Nancy, you're wonderful tonight!

Such talent! Such a joker!

You take care I don't overdo it, Fagin,

or I'll put the finger on all of you,

and I don't care if I hang for it!

Do you know who you are?

And what you are?

You don't have to tell me.

- A fine one for the boy to make a friend of.

- Yes, I am, God help me!

And I wish I'd been struck down dead

before I laid a hand to bring him back here.

From tonight he's a liar

and a thief,

and all that's bad.

Ain't that enough for you

without beating him to death?

Come, come, Sikes.

We must have civil words. Civil words.

Oh, yes, you deserve them

from me, don't you?

I thieved for you when I was half his age.

And it's your dirty work

I've been doing ever since.

- Well, if you have, it's a living, isn't it?

- He's right, Nancy. A living is a living.

Some living! Lord help me!

Some living!

Get to bed, all of you.

Get to bed, I said!

All this violence, all these scenes,

screams, dramas!

I'm asking you, is it necessary?

Not yet, Fagin.

Not yet.

But if this godforsaken little

good-for-nothing's uttered one word,

one word, mind you...

If he has, the little devil,

we sit down, we talk it over, we think it out,

we decide upon a proper course

of safe action,

we stay calm!

Do we? And while we're sitting here

thinking, and talking, and staying calm,

our collars get felt, don't they?

And it's,

"Come along with me, if you please."

No, thank you very much.

Look, you thought us into this little lot.

You can think your way out of it.

But from now on, Bill Sikes

takes the law into his own hands.

These hands.

Have you ever heard the sound a chicken

makes when they're wringing off its neck?

Can't say I ever had the...

They squawks, Fagin.

They squawks.

Not a very pretty sound.

No, Bill.

And then they dies, don't they?

Yes, Bill. I mean, no, Bill.

Then they say some even start squawking

before that event.

They get what you might call

a premonition.

Now, then,

you wouldn't be having no premonition

of that sort by any chance, would you?

Not me, Bill. The lips are sealed.

I'm glad.

Because if anyone here

should lead the law to me,

and I gets to hear of it,

then it will be your neck.

Your scraggy old neck.

You think about it, Fagin.

A violent man, Dodger. A very violent man.

When that man's back is up, Dodger,

no one is safe.

Look after him, Dodger.

And I'll look after meself.

A man's got a heart, hasn't he?

Joking apart, hasn't he?

And though I'd be the first one to say

that I wasn't a saint

I'm finding it hard

To be really as black as they paint

I'm reviewing the situation

Can a fellow be a villain all his life?

All the trials and tribulation!

Better settle down and get myself a wife

And the wife would cook and sew for me

And come for me, and go for me

And go for me and nag at me

The finger she would wag at me

The money she would take from me

A misery she'd make for me

I think I'd better think it out again

A wife you can keep anyway

I'd rather sleep anyway

Left without anyone in the world

And I'm starting from now

So how to win friends

and to influence people?

So how?

I'm reviewing the situation

I must quickly look up everyone I know

Titled people with a station

Who can help me make

a real impressive show!

I will own a suite at Claridge's

And run a fleet of carriages

And wave at all the duchesses

With friendliness, as much as is

Befitting of my new estate

Good morrow to you, Magistrate!

I think I'd better think it out again

So where shall I go?

Somebody!

Who do I know? Nobody!

All my dearest companions

have always been villains and thieves

So, at my time of life

I should start turning over new leaves?

I'm reviewing the situation

If you want to eat, you've got to earn a bob

Is it such a humiliation

For a robber to perform an honest job?

So a job I'm getting, possibly

I wonder who my boss'll be?

I wonder if he'll take to me?

What bonuses he'll make to me?

I'll start at 9:
00 and finish late

At normal rate and all, but wait!

I think I'd better think it out

I think I'd better think it out again!

What happens when I'm 70?

Must come a time, 70

When you're old and it's cold

And who cares if you live or you die?

Your one consolation's

the money you may have put by

I'm reviewing the situation

I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay!

You'll be seeing no transformation

But it's wrong to be a rogue in every way

I don't want nobody hurt for me

Or made to do the dirt for me

This rotten life is not for me

It's getting far too hot for me

There is no in-between for me

But who will change the scene for me?

Don't want no one to rob for me

But who will find a job for me?

I think I'd better think it out again!

And so, sir, the instant I received your

communication regarding dear little Oliver,

I decided we must take

the first coach to London.

- I decided.

- That's right, sir, my dear wife decided.

It was good of you to come.

Now, what have you got to tell me?

This locket, sir, once belonged

to the boy's mother.

Found by the wife after she passed away.

The boy's mother, that is, not my dear wife.

- You've kept this all these years?

- Why should I not?

Did it not occur to you that this might

provide the answer to the boy's parentage?

His identity? His very name?

But he had no name, sir.

The mother was unmarried.

It was your clear duty to show this evidence

to some higher authority.

- Your behavior, madam, was shameful!

- How dare you speak to me so?

I only came here to help you.

You came here to profit

from your own greed and dishonesty.

Sir, if you think the locket

don't properly belong to my dear wife...

- Be quiet, you old fool!

- Here. Your reward,

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