Oliver Twist Page #2

They said she died of a broken heart.

What set you a-sniveling?

- Not you.

- Oh, not me, eh?

No, not you. You'd better

stop saying things about my mother.

"Better stop." Workhouse,

don't be impudent.

You know, Workhouse,

your mother must have been

a regular, right-down bad 'un.

What did you say?

A regular, right-down

bad 'un, Workhouse.

And it's a great deal better,

Workhouse, that she died when she did,

or else she'd have been doing

hard labor in Bridewell.

Or transported or hung, which is

more likely than either, isn't it?

Stop it!

Sorry! Help!

Help me!

- Noah!

- Charlotte! Help! Charlotte!

No, no! Help!

Oliver!

Help! Aaah!

- The coal hole!

- No!

Yes! Get him in!

You little villain, you.

I'll kill you!

So long!

Oh! Noah!

Yes, ma'am?

Fetch the beadle.

Well, ma'am!

Where is this audacious

young savage?

Let me out! Let me out!

Let me out! Let me out!

- Oliver.

- Yes?

Do you know

this here voice, sir?

Yes!

Ain't you afraid of it, sir?

Ain't you a-trembling

while I speak, sir?

No!

Let me out!

Let me out! Let...

The boy must be mad!

It's not madness, ma'am.

It's meat.

- Let me out! Let me out!

- What?

Meat, ma'am. If you'd kept the boy on

gruel, this would never have happened.

What's the meaning of this?

Young Twist has turned

vicious, sir.

- Tried to murder me, sir.

- He nearly killed the missus!

- You're a nice young fellow, ain't ya?

- He said things about my mother.

- By all accounts, she deserved them!

- That's a lie!

Don't spare him, now.

Don't spare him.

Get up to bed.

He comes from a bad

family, sir.

Excitable natures,

Mrs. Sowerberry.

That mother of his made her way

here against difficulties and pain...

that would have killed

any well-disposed woman weeks before.

My parochial apologies, sir.

Twenty guineas, sir!

Twenty guineas. Did I hear

twenty-two. Twenty-two guineas, sir.

And it stands at 22!

Time is running out, gentlemen!

- Stayin' in London?

- Yes.

- Got any lodgings?

- No.

- Money?

- No.

- Hungry?

- Yes.

Follow me.

Come here!

- Who's travelin'?

- A new pal.

Come in.

Wait 'ere.

Do you want 'im?

Come on in.

'Ere he is, Fagin.

My friend Oliver Twist.

Very glad to see you, Oliver.

Very. Aren't we, my dears?

- Yes!

- How far have you come?

I've been walking

for seven days.

- Walking for seven days?

- Beak's order, eh?

Do you know what

the beak is, my dear?

A bird's mouth, sir.

Sit down, all of you!

A beak is a magistrate,

my dear.

Dodger, take out

the sausages.

Sit down, Oliver.

There're a great many of them,

ain't there, my dear?

- Yes, sir.

- We just looked them out for the wash.

I hope you've

been at work, Dodger.

I 'ave.

Good boy.

Good boy.

And free wipes.

Ingenious worker,

ain't he, Oliver?

Very indeed, sir.

You'd like to make

pocket handkerchiefs...

as easily as the Artful Dodger,

wouldn't you, my dear?

- Yes, if you teach me, sir.

- We will, my dear, we will.

To work.

Terry, Fred.

Sit down.

Charlie, Dodger.

Oliver.

Oliver.

Clever dogs.

Clever dogs.

Never blowed on old Fagin.

Why are you awake?

Speak up, boy, quick!

I couldn't sleep

any longer, sir.

- What have you seen?

- Nothing, sir.

You were not awake

an hour ago?

No, no indeed, sir.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, sir.

Tsk, tsk, my dear.

I only tried to frighten you.

Did you see any of those

pretty things, dear?

Yes, sir.

They're, uh, they're

mine, Oliver...

all I have to live on

in my old age.

They call me a miser.

May I get up now, sir?

Certainly, dear.

Certainly.

They've gone to work, Oliver.

Make 'em your models.

Do everything they bid you do.

Take their advice in all things.

Especially

the Artful Dodger's.

He'll be a great man himself one day

and will make you one too.

Is my handkerchief hanging

out of my pocket, dear?

Yes, sir.

See if you can take it

without my feeling it.

- Is it gone?

- Yes, here it is.

Ah, you clever boy.

Here's a shilling for you.

Oh, thank you, sir.

If you go on this way, you'll be

the greatest man of the time.

He'll do.

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief! Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief! Stop!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

- Stop, thief!

- Thief! Thief!

Give him some air.

He don't deserve it.

- Is this the boy, sir?

- Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Afraid?

That's a good 'un.

Poor little fellow.

He's hurt himself.

I did that, sir.

I stopped him.

I cut my knuckles

against his mouth.

Come on, get up!

Make way there!

Make way!

- Come on!

- Don't hurt him, officer.

Oh, no, I won't. Come on, you devil.

Hold the noise!

Do you wanna get grabbed?

I can't help it.

I can't help it.

What'll Fagin say?

Where's Oliver?

Where's the boy?

What's become of the boy?

Speak or I'll throttle you!

Let go of me!

The traps have got him,

and that's all about it.

What's it all about, Fagin?

It's lucky the pot didn't hit me,

or I might have settled someone.

Come in, Mr. Sikes.

Come in.

None of your mister-ing.

You know my name.

Come in, you sneakin' cur.

What're you hangin' about there for?

Go on, get in, will ya?

Will you take

a drink, Bill?

See ya don't

poison it, neither.

Here.

What's he been up to?

Ill-treatin' the boys again, eh?

You avaricious offense.

- You seem out of humor, Bill.

- Yeah, maybe I am.

And you seem kind of out of sorts too.

What's in the wind, Fagin?

It's the new boy.

The traps have got him.

What of it?

He may say something

that'll get us into trouble.

That's very likely.

You're blowed upon, Fagin.

I'm afraid, you see,

if the game was up with us,

it might be up

with a good many more.

It would come out rather worse for you

than it would for me.

Wouldn't it, my dear?

Oh, dear.

Somebody ought to go and find out

what's going on at the police court.

Somebody ought

to go there, Fagin!

Go on.

Charlie.

- And about time too.

- Ah, Nancy.

- The very thing. She's a clever girl.

- Here's to her.

- Nancy will go, won't you, my dear?

- Wheres?

Only just to the police court, my dear.

What do you say?

That it won't do, Fagin,

so it's no use you tryin' it on.

- What do you mean by that?

- Well, what'd I say, Bill?

You're the only one for it. No one

around here knows anything about you.

And as I don't want 'em to neither, it's

rather more no than yes with me, Bill.

She'll go, Fagin.

Oh, no, she won't, Fagin.

Oh, yes, she will, Fagin.

Yes?

Is there a little boy here?

- Who are you?

- His sister

You'll have to wait.

The case is on now.

Now, what is the charge

against this boy?

Stealing a handkerchief,

Your Worship.

- I'd rather not press the case.

- Hold your tongue, sir!

- Are there any witnesses?

- None, Your Worship.

What is your name?

What is your name?

He's been hurt, and I fear...

I really fear he's very ill.

Oh, yes, I dare say.

Come now. None of your tricks here,

you young vagabond.

What is your name?

What's your name?

Hmm?

He says his name's

Tom White, Your Worship.

Very well.

Where does he live?

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