Oliver Twist Page #5

Artful, are you awake?

- What's the matter?

- Listen carefully, my dear.

I want you to do

a piece of work for me...

that needs

great care and caution.

- What is it?

- I want you to dodge a woman.

I'll do that...

What do you want me

to dodge her for? Not to...

Not to anything but

to tell me where she goes,

who she sees

and what she says...

and to bring back

all the information you can.

Who is she?

One of us.

What'll you give me?

If you do it well,

my dear, a guinea.

One guinea, and that's

what I never gave yet...

for such a pleasant

piece of work.

- Barkers for me, Bill.

- Here.

- The persuader?

- I've got it.

Scrape, keys, center bits, darkies.

Nothing forgotten.

You take the crowbar.

Take heed.

He's a rough man. Mind.

- What's that?

- The boy.

Oh, one of

Mr. Fagin's lads?

Yes.

It's cold, Nancy dear.

It seems to go right through one.

It must be a piercer to find

its way through your heart.

Come 'ere, young 'un.

Come here!

- Do you know what this is?

- Yes, sir.

Well, if you speak a word

when we're outside,

you'll get a bullet through

your head without warning.

So if you do make up

your mind to talk,

you'd better

say your prayers first.

Now then, look sharp.

We're late as it is.

Come on.

Sir.

You've come in consequence

of having seen my advertisement?

Not here, sir. I'm afraid to speak.

Down the steps.

Why do you bring me

to this dark and dismal place?

Because there are those who would surely

murder me if they knew I was here.

Young woman, if you have

any intelligence of this poor child,

in heaven's name

put me in possession of it.

Do you know a man

named Monks?

Monks? What do you

know of this man?

Before I tell you, sir,

have I your promise...

that my secret

will be strictly kept?

I'll not turn on the others because, bad

as they are, they never turned on me.

Have I your promise

for that?

You have.

And nobody will ever learn

how you know what you do?

Never.

Some time ago, soon after Oliver was

taken from your house in Pentonville,

I saw this man Monks

for the first time...

and the other day

I saw him again.

He came to a place

I know called...

There. Take care of that,

and do the most you can with it.

It's been trouble enough to get.

What are you lookin'

at me like that for?

He's gone mad.

I've got that to tell you

will make you worse than me.

Eh? Well, look sharp,

or Nance will think I'm lost.

Lost? She's pretty well settled that

in her own mind already.

Open your mouth and say what

you've got to say in plain words.

- Suppose that lad that's lying there...

- Well?

Suppose that lad was to

peach, to blow upon us all,

first stealing out at nights

to find the right folks for the purpose,

then having a meeting

with them in the streets...

not grabbed, trapped, tried

and brought to it on bread and water,

but of his own fancy.

- Suppose he did this? What then?

- I'd smash his head in.

What if I did it?

I that knows so much...

and could hang so many

besides myself?

I'd beat your brains out.

- You would?

- Try me.

If it was Charlie

or the Dodger or...

No matter who,

I'd do the same.

Dodger. Dodger.

Poor lad. He's tired.

Tired with watching

for her so long.

Yes, watching

for her, Bill.

What do you mean?

Dodger. Dodger.

Tell me that again,

once again

just for him to hear.

- Tell you what?

- That about Nancy.

What about her?

- You followed her?

- Yes.

- To London Bridge?

- Yes.

- Where she met a gentleman?

- So she did.

A gentleman she'd gone to

of her own accord...

who asked her to give up

her pals, which she did?

- Well, she...

- She did all this.

She told it all, every word,

without a threat, without a murmur.

She did, did she not?

All right, that's

just about what it was.

- What did she say about the boy?

- I told you that before.

Again. Tell it again.

Well, he asked her why she

hadn't brought Ollie with her.

Why? Why?

Tell him that.

Because he'd gone out

on a job with him.

What more of him?

Tell him that. Tell him that.

Well, that she'd bring him

to London Bridge...

tomorrow, midday.

Yes? Why?

'Cause he'd be asleep.

She made me laugh when she said it.

Said what?

That she was gonna give him

a drink with rotenone.

Get me out of here!

Bill. Bill!

- Bill.

- Don't speak to me. It's not safe.

- You won't...

- Let me out!

You won't be

too violent, Bill.

I mean, not too violent

for safety!

Get up!

Oh, it's you, Bill.

It is. Get up!

There's light enough

for what I've got to do.

Why are you looking

at me like that?

Oh, no! No!

Bill! Bill! Bill!

Speak to me!

What have I done?

You were watched tonight.

Every single word

you said was heard.

Oh, I've been true to you!

By my soul I have!

Give me time!

A little time!

Good boy. Good boy.

Bill. Fagin lied, Bill.

I didn't tell.

He deceived you.

He deceived you.

He deceived you.

She told all her pals.

Not brought to it

on bread and water,

but of her own fancy.

She did. She did.

She did.

Murder.

Brutal murder.

Murder.

Brutal murder.

In the early hours

of this morning,

a young woman was brutally

beaten to death...

by one William Sikes.

If any person or persons...

"I first met this girl

at London Bridge.

I went there in response

to an anonymous letter.

I promised not to reveal

the names of her associates,

but in face of this terrible crime, I no

longer consider that promise binding."

Lock the door on the outside

and come when I ring.

Yes, sir.

- Where is my grandson?

- Grandson?

I warn you that every word

that passed between you...

and your criminal associates

is known to me.

Is this a trick to deprive me

of my inheritance?

You have no inheritance, for,

as you know, my daughter had a child,

and it was you who,

for your own gain,

suppressed the only proofs

of his birth and parentage.

You can prove nothing. Your daughter

ran away and was never heard of again.

Coward! Liar!

Where is Oliver Twist?

I know nothing of him.

We shall see.

Sit down.

How do you do, sir?

I hope you are well.

- Take him away!

- Idiot!

It only remains for me to tell you

that neither of you...

will ever be employed

in a position of trust again.

You may go.

Fool!

I hope, sir, that this unfortunate

little circumstance...

will not deprive me

of my parochial office.

Indeed it will, and think

yourself well off besides.

It was all Mrs. Bumble.

She would do it.

That is no excuse. You were present

at the sale of the locket,

and indeed are the more guilty

of the two in the eye of the law,

for the law supposes that your wife

acts under your direction.

If the law supposes that,

then the law is a ass, a idiot.

If that's the eye of the law,

then the law is a bachelor,

and the worst I wish the law is that

his eye may be opened by experience.

My experience!

It's Charlie.

- It's all up!

- What's the matter?

They've got scouts

out everywhere!

Now, what's the news?

They've nabbed Monks.

And Sikes?

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