Oliver Twist Page #6

Shortly, you'll sleep a good sleep.

But my meaning was...

...how do you feel

in yourself, Oliver?

Better. Thank you, sir.

-But for the ache in my arm.

-Come sit.

I have the very thing for such pains

as yours, my dear.

Undo the bandage.

Oh, my God.

It's a nasty wound.

But my magic will do the trick.

You'll see, my dear.

This remedy...

...is older than time. Yes...

...my dear, older than time.

It was handed down

from father to son...

...father to son, and comes from...

...who can say where?

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

For your kindness.

I'll always remember it.

Well....

Well....

Always.

Yes, always, my dear.

But who knows how long

that will be.

An hour this side of midnight.

Dark and heavy it is too.

Good night for business, this.

What a pity, Bill, my dear,

there's none quite ready to be done.

Yeah, for once, you're right.

When will the boy be well enough

to go on his travels?

-Like I say, Bill. In a day or two.

-It's a pity.

-For I'm in the humor to.

-Does me good to hear you.

You're like yourself tonight, Bill.

Quite like yourself.

I don't feel like myself when you lay

that withered claw on my shoulder...

...so take it away.

Hello, Nance.

Where's the girl going to

this time of night?

-Not far.

-What answer's that?

-Where you going?

-I say, not far.

-And I say, where?

-I don't know where.

Then I do, nowhere. Sit down.

-I'm not well. I want a breath of air.

-Put your head out the window.

There's not enough there.

I want it in the street.

Then you won't have it.

There. Now, stop quietly

where you are, will you?

Do you know what you're doing?

Do I know what I'm--?

I think this girl's lost her senses.

You talking to me in that way?

You'll drive me on

to something desperate.

Now, let me go, will you?

This minute, this instant.

-No!

-Tell him to let me go, Fagin.

It'll be better for him.

Do you hear me?

Aye, I hear you.

And if I have to listen to you

for half a minute longer...

...the dog will tear some

of that screaming voice out!

What's come over you, you jade?

What is it?

Bill, let me go.

Let me go.

You don't know what you're doing.

For only one hour.

Cut my limbs off one by one if I don't

think the girl's stark raving mad.

-Get up. Get up!

-No.

Now, stay there!

What a precious, strange girl that is.

You may say that, Bill,

you may say that.

Why did she take it in her head

to go out tonight?

Obstinacy. Women's obstinacy,

I suppose, my dear.

I thought I tamed her of that.

But she's as bad as ever.

I think she's got a touch of my fever

in her blood and it won't come out.

Like enough.

Well, if she's taken that way again,

I'll let her a little blood.

Without troubling the doctor.

Why, now she's on the other tack.

Good night.

In two days, Bill,

come for the boy.

Light him down.

It's a pity he should fall and break

his neck without anyone seeing it.

Show him a light.

What is it, Nancy dear,

the reason for all this?

-What do you mean?

-That matter just now.

We'll speak of this anon.

You have a friend in me, Nance.

A staunch friend.

You know me of old, Nance.

I know you well. Good night.

Dodge...

...pull it in.

My glass is full already,

can't you see?

Trouble?

Dodger.

-Let's find out where old Tom is, eh?

-He's in the Ten Bells.

Shall we both take him home?

Honestly...

...I haven't seen her.

Something up?

I....

I want you to do a piece of work for me

that requires great care and caution.

What is it?

I ain't going near no police office.

-That don't suit me, that don't.

-There's not the smallest danger in it.

Not the smallest.

I want someone dodged.

-Who, an old one?

-Young one.

-Who is she?

-One of us.

Who?

Nancy?

-What's she been up to?

-Not sure she's been up to anything...

...my dear, that's why

I want her dodged.

She may want to talk to people

she shouldn't want to talk to.

I want to know where she goes,

who she sees, what she says.

Nancy.

I don't know. She's a good one,

is Nancy.

A pound, my dear.

One whole pound.

Mr. Brownlow?

Yes.

I'm afraid to speak to you here.

Come away. Follow me.

This is far enough.

-Why can't we speak up there?

-I told you, I'm afraid.

I may be followed.

I'm here because you told...

...my housekeeper you have

information concerning Oliver Twist.

-So I have.

-Tell me.

He's being held by the devil...

...and he's handing him over

to another what means to....

I must know more.

Is it someone close to you?

-One is. One ain't.

-These men, whoever they are...

-...must be delivered up by you.

-Never.

Bad a life as he has led, I've led a bad

life too, and I will not turn upon him.

The other.

-Fagin. He has the boy.

-Fagin.

Find Fagin, you'll find the boy.

-Where is he?

-Spitalfields.

That's all I'll say.

I've said too much.

No one must never know

who told you.

-Promise.

-I promise.

-Tomorrow I'll go to the police.

-No, you must do it tonight.

Just say Fagin,

and the traps will know.

-The traps?

-The police.

-What can I do to serve you?

-Nothing.

You can do nothing.

I am past all hope indeed.

Take this as a reward.

No, I've not done this for money.

God bless you.

Good night. Good night.

Never-- Never say who told you.

Look at him.

What a shame it is. With his face...

...he could pick old ladies' pockets

in church.

His face could be a fortune to us.

You changing your mind?

No.

No, Bill, it has to be done.

Fagin! Fagin.

-What's got into you, Dodger?

-I have to see Fagin alone.

No, no, you can speak

in front of Bill.

-No, I can't.

-Yes, you can. Speak, Dodger, tell us.

-Nancy.

-What about Nancy?

He done a bit of work for me, Bill.

I had him dodge Nancy.

What do you mean?

Tell us, Dodger. You followed her?

Yes. To London Bridge.

And what?

What on London Bridge?

She met an old one. A gentleman.

-And....

-And?

Speak, will you?!

She peached.

She told him Fagin had Oliver.

And the old man was

to go to the traps. Now, tonight.

-Let me go. Let me out!

-Bill! Bill! A word--

-Don't speak to me, it's not safe!

-Hear me speak a word!

Bill, you won't be....

You won't be too violent, Bill?

Flit, boys, flit!

The traps will be at the door

afore you can say "Spitalfields."

Flit! Flit! Flit!

Flit!

Flit!

Flit!

Flit!

Flit!

Flit!

Come on.

Oh, it's you.

Bill?

What's the matter?

Bill, why do you look like that at me?

There's enough light

for what I've gotta do.

What--? What have I done?

-Speak to me.

-You know.

You was watched tonight.

Every word you said was heard.

I-- I never said your name, Bill.

Never.

Never.

Bill. Bill. Bill!

Oh, God.

Oh, God, have mercy!

Nance?

Nance?

I haven't done nothing.

Go on, be off with you.

Hello, Fagey.

Hello, lads.

What's the news, Toby?

What's the news?

I have it here, Fagin.

It's all in The Chronicle.

You're in it. Bill's in it.

Oliver's in it.

The Chronicle?

Fancy that. You're famous, Fagin.

Read it.

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