Oliver Twist Page #4

- Yes, sir.

- There are some to go back.

- He's gone, sir.

Oh, I wanted to return

some tonight.

Send Oliver with them. He'll be sure

to deliver them safely, you know.

Yes, do let me go, sir.

I'll run all the way.

You shall go, my boy.

The books are on a chair by my table.

Fetch them down.

Let me see. He'll be back

in 20 minutes at the longest.

So you really expect him

to come back, do you?

- Well, don't you?

- No, I do not.

The boy has a new suit

of clothes on his back,

a set of valuable

books under his arm...

and a five-pound note

in his pocket.

If ever that boy returns to this house,

sir, I'll eat my head.

There.

Good night, dear.

Oliver!

- Oliver, Oliver, you naughty boy!

- Help!

Oh, my dear little brother.

I've found him.

- Thank heavens I've found him.

- Let go of me!

- You cruel boy. Come home directly.

- What's the matter, ma'am?

He ran away near a month ago

from his parents.

- Hardworking, respectable people.

- I didn't!

He joined a set of thieves and

nearly broke his mother's heart.

- You little wretch!

- I'm not!

- I haven't got a mother.

- Go home, you little brute.

- I live in Pentonville.

- Oh, listen how he braves it out.

- Come home to your mother, will you?

- I don't belong to them!

What's this?

He's been stealing again.

Oh, no, Bill.

Come on!

That's the only way

to bring him to his senses.

Do him good too.

Yeah, and he'll get it too.

come on, you young villain.

Fagin! Dodger! Look!

Aye, let's have a glimpse.

Delighted to see you

looking so well, my dear.

Why didn't you write

and say you was coming?

We'd have got something

hot for supper.

What's that?

That's mine, Fagin.

No, no, my dear.

Mine, Bill, mine.

You shall have

the books.

If that ain't mine and Nancy's,

I'll take the boy back again.

Now, come on, hand over, will you?

Where is it?

This is hardly fair,

is it, Nancy?

Fair or not fair, give it here,

you avaricious old skeleton.

Give it.

Take the books

if you're fond of readin'.

If you ain't, sell 'em.

- Help! Help! Help!

- Bull's-eye!

He'll tear the boy

to pieces!

- Serve him right.

- No, you don't!

You stand off of me,

or I'll push your head in.

I don't care!

I don't care!

Get out!

- What's the matter here?

- The girl's gone mad.

No, she ain't, Fagin.

No, she ain't. Don't think it.

Then keep quiet,

will you?

No, I won't do that neither.

What do you think of that?

So you wanted to get away,

my dear, did you, eh?

Wanted to get assistance?

Called for the police,

did you?

We'll soon cure you of that,

my young master!

No you don't, Fagin! You've got

the boy. What more do you want?

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

that'll send me to the gallows!

Why Nancy, you're more

clever than ever tonight.

You're acting beautiful, dear.

Am I? Then take care

I don't overdo it.

- You'll be the worse for it if I do.

- What do you mean by this?

You're a nice, pretty subject

for the boy to make a friend of.

So help me I am!

I wish I'd been struck dead

before lending hand to bring him here.

He's a thief, a devil, a liar

and all that's bad from this night on.

Isn't that enough

of the old wretch without blows?

Come, come, Sikes, we must have

civil words. Civil words, Bill.

Civil words!

Civil words, you villain!

Yes, you deserve them

from me!

I thieved for you

when I was a child not 'alf his age,

and I've thieved

for you ever since!

If you have,

it is your living.

Aye, it is.

It is my living,

and the cold, wet, dirty

streets are my home,

and you're the wretch that

drove me to them long ago...

and that'll keep me there

day and night...

I'll do you mischief,

a mischief worse than that...

if you say much more.

No! No!

Oh, Bill.

That's the worst of having

to deal with women, my dears.

But they're clever,

and we can't get on without 'em.

Dodger,

show Oliver to bed.

- He hadn't better wear his best suit.

- Certainly not.

The Dodger shall give you

another suit, my dear,

for fear that Sunday one

should get stolen.

Well, Mrs. Bedwin?

I'm afraid he's

lost his way, sir.

You mean he never

went there, eh?

There you are.

The boy's an impostor.

It can't be. It can't be.

What do you mean,

it can't be?

You old women never believe anything

but quack doctors and lying story books.

He was a dear, grateful,

gentle child, sir.

I know what children are

and have done these 40 years.

People who can't say the same

shouldn't say anything.

That's my opinion.

That'll be all, Bedwin.

Well?

I'll take the liberty,

if you'll allow me,

of helping us both

to a glass of sherry.

Now in the dark

a shorter maid...

Why don't you join us,

Mr. Fagin?

Delighted, I'm sure.

What can I do for you? Monks?

I expected him

here before now.

Lay it on, will you,

you stupid brute.

Don't you know the devil

when he's got a greatcoat on?

- Ah, Nancy.

- Well?

Well, my dear, it's about

the crib at Chertsey.

- Well, what about it?

- Oh, you know what I mean, my dear.

- He knows what I mean, don't he?

- No, he don't.

And don't stand there

talking to me in hints,

as though you weren't the first

what thought about the robbery.

Shhh!

Somebody will hear us.

Let 'em hear.

I don't care.

There, there, my dear.

It was only my caution. Nothing more.

Now, Bill,

I've got the boy. You can...

What's the matter?

I don't know whether she might

be out of sorts as she was before.

Go on, Fagin,

tell him it's Oliver.

You're a clever one, my dear.

The sharpest girl I ever saw.

It was about Oliver

I was going to speak.

- Him!

- It's time he began to earn his bread.

Besides, the others

are all too big.

He's about

the size I want...

And will do everything you want

if you frighten him enough.

When is it to be done?

Ah, to be sure.

When is it to be done, eh?

Tomorrow night.

Good. It's all arranged

about bringing off the swag?

It's all planned. Now you hold your

tongue and keep your melting pot ready.

That's all you have to do.

Now leave us alone, will you?

- What's the news?

- Great.

- And now, may I introduce to you...

- So is mine.

a charming young singer who's

never appeared in public before.

Miss Lucy Willow.

This morning early

My melody was such

I in my tea took brandy

And I took a drop too much

This is the only proof

of the boy's identity,

so I've got the young

devil's money at last.

Now you can do

what you like with him.

Get him hauled up for some felony,

drag him through every jail in town.

It's not easy to train him

to the business.

That's your affair.

If... it's not likely, mind... but

if the worst should come to the worst...

It's no fault of mine.

Mind that, Fagin.

I had no hand in this.

Get out!

My old pal and me

go to fighting

Like all

the neighborhood souls

I has one with him

then he has one with me

Then we come to blows

Look at the drunkards

of London

Lying all over the place

There isn't a doubt

It's lovely, look out

For the human race

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