- Is that the boy who had the fever? - That's the boy.
Mind out!
- No sign of him, sir. - Oh, dear, I'm very sorry for that.
I particularly wished some books to be returned tonight.
Why not send Oliver with them? He'll be sure to deliver them safely.
Yes, do let me take them.
If you please, sir. I'll run all the way.
You shall go, my dear.
Ask Mrs. Bedwin to show you the way.
- And, Oliver... - Yes, sir?
Give the bookseller this.
The money I owe him.
I won't be long, sir.
- How long do you think it'll take him? - You really expect him to come back?
- You don't? - With a £5 note in his pocket?
No, I do not.
If ever that boy returns to this house...
...I'll eat my own head, sir.
And yours.
Oh, my little brother!
- I don't believe my eyes. - Let me go. Help!
- It's a miracle. Oh, I've found him. - Please let me go.
- Oh, Oliver. Oliver. - Nancy.
You're such a naughty boy to make me suffer such distress on your account.
- Let go of me! - What's the matter, ma'am?
He ran away from his parents.
- Get off me! - Hard-working, respectable people...
...and joined a set of thieves and bad characters.
Broke his mother's heart.
Young wretch. Go home, you little brute.
I haven't got any parents.
I'm an orphan. I live in Pentonville.
Oh, only hear him, how he braves it out.
- What? Young Oliver. - It's true.
You come home to your poor mother.
I don't belong to them! I don't know them! Help! Help!
"Help, help"?
I'll give you "help, help," you little wretch!
And these books.
Have you been a-stealing them, have you, eh?
- You little villain. - That's right. You give it to him.
- Only way to bring him to his senses. - I will, missus.
And you come with me, you little wretch.
It'll do him good.
- Who is this man? Help! - Bullseye, mind him, boy.
- Mind him. - Help! Help!
Look at him, Fagin.
Hold me, somebody.
Hold me, somebody, while I laugh it out.
Look at his togs, Fagin.
Delighted to see you looking so well, my dear.
Why didn't you write, my dear, and say you was coming?
We'd have got something warm for supper.
Hello, Fagin. What's that? That's mine, Fagin.
Oh, 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.
Come on, hand over, will you?
This is hardly fair, Bill. Hardly fair, Nancy.
Fair or not fair, hand over, I tell you.
Give it here, you avaricious old skeleton. Give it here!
That's for our share of the trouble, and not half enough neither.
You may keep the books if you're fond of reading. If you ain't, sell them.
They're very pretty. Beautiful writing, isn't it, Oliver?
Send them back. They belong to Mr. Brownlow.
Send them back. The books and the money.
He'll think I stole them.
- Please send them back. - The boy's right.
You're right, Oliver. You're right. They will think you've stolen them.
It couldn't have happened better if we'd chosen our time.
Help! Help! Police!
Fetch the police! The police!
Keep back the dog, Bill. He'll tear the boy to pieces.
- Serve him right. - Help! Fetch the police!
Fetch the police!
Step aside, or I'll split your head against the wall.
I don't care.
That child shan't be torn down by the dog unless you kill me first.
Bullseye. Here. Bullseye!
Dodger!
Get after him!
Take your hands off me!
So you wanted to get away, my dear, did you?
Wanted to call for the police, did you?
We'll soon cure you of that.
I won't stand by and see this done, Fagin.
You got the boy. What more do you want?
Keep quiet, Nancy, or I'll quieten you for a good long time to come.
Let him be. Let him be!
You're a fine one for the boy to make a friend of.
God Almighty help me, I am.
He's a thief, a liar, a devil, all that's bad from this night forth.
Ain't that enough for the old wretch without blows?
Come, come, we must have civil words. Civil words.
Civil words? Civil words, you old villain!
I thieved for you when I was a child not half as old as this.
It's your living.
Yes, and you're the wretch that drove me to it...
...and who will keep me at it, day and night, till I die!
Dodger, Charley, put Oliver to bed.
Best to take them clothes off. They're too good to sleep in.
Charley's right. This here suit cost more than 4 pence ha'penny.
I never felt such lovely stuff. Have you, Dodger?
Not me. But I'm willing to lay odds...
...this is the same stuff the queen wears on Sundays.
Quick, get him.
Take it off.
Lift him up.
Up he goes.
Get them shoes off.
Little something for your luncheon, my dear?
Shall we have a little chat?
Oliver?
Shall us?
I expect you'd welcome...
...the sound of a human voice again, eh, my dear?
Do you know...
...what I consider the greatest sin in the world, my dear?
Ingratitude.
And that's what you're guilty of...
...ingratitude.
We took you in, we cherished you. If we hadn't, you'd have died of hunger.
How do you repay us? You run away...
...you cry out for the police, you cause us great anxiety and expense.
There was a lad once, just like you, and I was a father to him.
He ran away, like you. He indeed went to the police.
And can you guess how he ended up?
They hanged him...
...at the Old Bailey.
Certain evidence was made available, not all of it precisely true...
...but all of it necessary to provide for my own safety...
...and that of my friends.
Yeah. Poor boy.
Hanged.
It's a terrible thing, hanging, Oliver.
Dawn, the gallows...
...the rope, the noose.
You don't always have to be guilty, you see, Oliver.
They hang you for anything these days.
That's because they're so very fond of hanging.
But if you do as you're told...
...we'll be very good friends yet.
You must feel free to walk about now, Oliver.
Yes, feel free.
- Here, Oliver. - Yes?
I'd like you to assist me in my toilet straightaway.
- Will you do that for me, my man? - All right. I'll be glad to have company.
There's a good fellow. You may start by japanning my trotter-cases.
In plain English, clean my boots.
What a pity he ain't a prig.
He don't know what's good for him.
I suppose you don't know what a prig is.
Yes, I do. It's a...
It's a thief.
You're one, aren't you?
Yes, I am. And so we all are. Down to the dog...
...and he's the downiest one of the lot.
And the least given to peaching.
He wouldn't so much as bark in a witness box...
...for fear of committing himself. - He's an out-and-out Christian, he is.
Why don't you put yourself under Fagin, Oliver?
You'll make a fortune out of hand.
Like your old gentleman in Pentonville. Big house, that.
I had a peep at it, I did. Nice inside, was it?
Yes. And I slept in a proper bed. In my own room.
- Good stuff on the walls, eh? - Yes. Indeed.
Put yourself under Fagin...
...and you'll be able to retire to a property just like that.
And do the genteel.
No, he's scared he'll come to be scragged.
I don't know what that means.
If you don't take pocket handkerchiefs and watches, Nolly...
...some other cove will. You have the same right to them as they have.
To be sure. To be sure.
It all lies in a nutshell, my dear, in a nutshell.
Take the Dodger's word for it.
He understands the catechism of his trade.
Cabby?
- I've come from Bill. - For what?
- For no harm. - I don't believe it.
If I could help you, I would, but I've not the power.
Now, I've promised him you'll be good and silent.
If you're not, you'll only do yourself harm.
And me too.
Did he come quiet?
Like a lamb.
Sit down.
And let me read you a lecture.
You know what this is?
- Yes. - Well, then.
This is powder.
That here's a bullet.
And this is a little bit of an old hat...
...for wadding.
- Now it's loaded. - Yes, I can see it is, sir.
If you speak a word when you're out of doors with me...
...unless I speak to you...
...this loading will go in your head without notice.
So if you do make up your mind to speak without leave...
...says your prayers first.
The short and long of what you mean is that if you're crossed by him...
...you'll prevent him from telling tales after...
...by shooting him through the head.
And you'll take your chance of swinging for it.
That's it. Women always put things in the fewest words.
Supper, Nancy.
And then a snooze afore starting.
My pal Bill.
The door's open, come in.
Don't make such a row.
Show us a glim, Toby.
Barney, a glim. Show the gentleman in.
Barney? Wake up first, if convenient.
Mr. Sykes. Come in, sir, come in.
Bill, my boy. Glad to see you.
Who's?
- Who's this? - Only the boy.
- One of Mr. Fagin's lads? - Yeah. It's time.
Right.
Barkers for me, Barney.
- They're loaded. - Good.
- The persuaders? - Got them.
Keys, center bits.
Darkies.
Nothing forgotten?
Yeah, it's all quiet.
I can't. I can't.
You will.
It's Mr. Brownlow's house.
Have mercy. Don't make me steal from him.
- Have mercy on me. - Come here.
For God's sake, let me run away and die in the fields.
- I'll never come near London, never. - Shut it.
Get up. Or I'll strew your brains on the grass.
I'm putting you through there.
Go to the front door and unfasten it.
I can't, there's a bolt at the top. I know it, I can't reach it.
- Well, stand on a chair or something. - Just do it.
To the door. To the front door, damn you.
Who's there?
Mrs. Bedwin? Is that you?
Come here. Come here.
Save me! Save me! Save me, for God's sake!
Help!
Help! Police!
Give him here.
Oh, damnation, how he bleeds.
- Is he hit bad? - He's gotta be hit worse.
- Give me a pistol. - What?
We gotta get rid of him, or he'll squeal.
We gotta do him in.
Here, here. Down here by the river.
But, Bill! Bill!
- Bill? - Help!
Help! Help!
- Bill. - Help!
Snap.
Well, well.
How are you, Fagey?
Scarce. Scarce! Where's Bill?
- He's... He's bleeding. - What happened?
All in good time.
I can't talk business till I've ate and drank.
Nancy, I said, scarce. Scarce!
Where's Bill?
Well, produce the sustenance, if you please.
Dodger!
Nancy, scarce!
- The crack failed. - I smelt that.
For the last time of asking, where's Bill?
Dodger.
Put him to bed, give him a nip of gin.
The boy was about to blow on us, Fagey.
- He was seen. - Seen?
He was seen? Who saw him?
Two old ones. He shouted out.
Bill lost his head, fired his pistol...
- And hit the boy? - I don't know. There was two shots.
Only one was Bill's.
We made a run for it. I had ahold of the boy, and Bill fell.
Fell? Was he hurt?
No. Last seen, he was swimming to London.
Bullseye.
I told you not to bring a soul here.
Now you've brought the devil.
You said to fetch him.
His fever is that high, he don't remember nothing.
You're not well, are you, Bill? How do you feel today?
I'm as weak as water.
Get us a drink.
- What evil wind has blowed you here? - No evil wind, my dear.
You, Bill, you. You said we need to speak.
What you done with that boy? Where is he?
Safe and sound. The Dodger's minding him.
They're as close as Cain and Abel.
What about the boy, Bill?
We don't want anyone peaching on us, do we?
And as long as that boy's alive, we're as good as hung.
So, what's to be done?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
- Not till I'm better. - Then what?
- Then I'll do for him. - How, Bill? Where?
Outside of London somewhere. I'll find a river and I'll drown him.
The boy's weak. Bill, he was wounded.
He can hardly stand, let alone walk.
When he can walk, tell me. I'll fetch him.
Now, get out of here.
Yes.
Bill, you're right.
It's for the best.
I'm burning up.
Give me me physic. Where's me physic?
You look like a corpse come back to life again.
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
What do you look at me so hard for?
- What you thinking of? - Of many things, Bill.
- What odds in that? - I'll tell you what it is.
If you haven't caught the fever...
...then there's something more than usual in the wind.
And something dangerous too.
Give me me physic, I say.
No, no, no.
There ain't a stauncher-hearted girl going...
...or I'd have cut her throat three months ago.
She's got a fever coming on. That's it.
Here. Make you feel better.
Sit aside me.
Put on your own face, or I'll alter it so you won't know it again.
- Wait. - Ma'am.
- Yes? - Does Mr. Brownlow live here?
Who are you? What do you want? Go around the back.
I have information about Oliver Twist.
Is he all right? Is he safe?
- Where is he? - I will only talk to Mr. Brownlow.
He's not here.
The boy's innocent, tell him that.
- Where is he? - Safe.
- But he may not be for long. - Where is he?
Give Mr. Brownlow a message.
Tell him to meet me on Sunday at midnight...
...on London Bridge. - Midnight?
And if I'm not there...
...then tell him to come the next night and the next. I'll be there. Tell him.
There, my dear, you look as good as new.
- How do you feel? - Tired, sir.
Well, yes, yes.
It is long after midnight. 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...
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!
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.
Bill. Bill. Bill!
Oh, God. Oh, God, have mercy!
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.
"More information has reached your correspondent...
...concerning the foul and bestial murder...
...that took place in Spitalfields and which has shocked and appalled...
...the citizens of London.
It is believed that the victim, a young woman...
...now identified as Nancy...
...was brutally beaten to death...
...by one William Sykes...
...a well-known, dangerous villain.
The motive is as yet unclear...
...but your correspondent has learned that the murdered woman...
...had informed on her associate...
...and on an infamous fence, Fagin...
...who is now wanted for the abduction of a young boy, Oliver Twist.
Neither Fagin nor Sykes are presently in custody...
...but the police are engaged in searching for them...
...throughout the city and beyond.
Sykes, according to the police...
...is usually accompanied by a fierce white dog."
How about that, eh?
Come. Come back here.
We're going back to London.
I'll have people to speak to.
I'll force shiners out of Fagin, get to France.
Damn me, we'll risk it.
Who's he done in?
- They say... They say it's a woman. - He's done in a woman?
Bullseye.
Don't you hear me when I whistle?
You gone deaf or something?
Come here. Come on.
I ain't gonna harm you. Come on. Come on, Bullseye.
Come here.
Stop it! I'm warning you.
Let go, I ain't playing with you!
Let it go, you stinking varmint!
Bullseye!
Bullseye. Bullseye.
Get back here. Get back here.
Damn it!
Look, it's his dog.
It's his dog!
Here, boy.
- Here. - Don't go near him.
There is a child in danger, Inspector Blathers...
...but you only seem interested...
...in apprehending this man, William Sykes.
Your concern should be...
...for the safety of the boy. - Allow me to say...
...this is our usual way of doing business.
My thinking is this:
If we get Sykes, we get Fagin.
- And if we get Fagin... - Look.
Sir, we found the dog.
Are we going to sit here waiting for the traps to find us?
- Shut it. - No, he's right.
We should do another flit.
The traps!
What?
It's him.
- Don't let him in. - We must.
Go on.
Go on!
Don't leave us in the dark.
Damn you all.
Have you nothing to say to me?
- Not safe for you to stop here, Bill. - If it's safe for you, it's safe for me.
Is it?
The body, is it buried?
Dodger, let him in quick.
Dodger.
Do as I say.
Don't come near me, you monster.
You're my witnesses. I'm not afraid of him.
And if they come here after him, I'll give him up.
I'll tell them you're here.
He may kill me if he likes, but if I'm here, I'll give him up.
If he was to be boiled alive, so I would.
Why, you little...
Get off me!
Or I'll tear you limb from limb!
Help, he's here!
- He's here. Break down the door! - Up at the window!
Help! Come up, please!
- That's Bill Sykes! - Damn you all!
Do your worst. I'll cheat you yet!
No! Bill, no. He's our bargaining tool.
Not yours, Fagin. Mine.
Bill!
Don't fire.
- Don't fire. - Hold your fire, men.
- Hold your fire. - I'll let the boy go.
I'll let him drop.
Don't try nothing, or I'll let him go!
Get up there.
Cross, cross.
Up there. Up there.
Grab hold of there. Grab hold of it.
We must give chase, sir.
Get down.
They're getting away!
There, there. There he is!
Get him! Get him!
Damn it!
Grab it.
Grab it!
Oliver?
Oliver!
- Here he is, sir. - Come along, my boy.
Mr. Grimwig has something to say to you.
Do the honors, Mrs. Bedwin.
Now then, young man, I confess I misjudged you.
Truth to tell, I feared your benefactor would make me eat my head.
But he's a good friend and has pardoned me.
- And one for Oliver. - Thank you, sir.
- So... - And you too, Mrs. Bedwin.
- I don't know as I should, sir. - You must.
So I'll take the liberty, if you'll allow me, to salute you.
- To Sam Waters. - Oliver Twist.
Oliver Twist. To Oliver Twist.
Yes.
Why, Oliver. My child, what's the matter?
Why are you so sad?
Are you certain, Oliver, you wish to go through with this?
Yes, sir.
Certain.
Yes?
Is the young gentleman to come too, sir?
It's not a sight for children, sir.
It is not indeed, my friend. But this child has seen this man...
...in the full career of his success and villainy.
And it is his wish, even at the cost of some pain and fear...
...that he should see him now.
Eighteen.
Hey!
Good boy.
Good boy, Charley.
Well done.
Good boy, Charley, well done. Well done.
- Take the boy away to bed. - Don't be frightened.
Fagin.
That's me. An old man, my lord.
A... A very old... Old man.
Someone here wants to see you.
- Strike! Strike them all dead! - Easy.
What right have they to butcher me?
Speak to him now. Quick, if you please.
For he grows worse as the time goes on.
Fagin, you were kind to me.
Yes, yes.
I'll be kind again.
- I'm not afraid. - Oliver!
Let... Let me whisper to you.
You remember the box, Oliver?
With my pretty things for my old age, Oliver?
It's hid a little way up the chimney in the top front room.
It's yours, Oliver.
- Yours, but we must talk. - Yes, yes.
But shall we say a prayer together first?
Do.
Say only one, upon your knees, with me...
...and we can talk all morning.
Outside. Outside.
You can say I've gone to sleep. They'll believe you.
You can get me out. The pretty things are yours, my dear, yours.
- Oh, God, forgive this wretched man. - That's right, that's right.
That will help us on.
If... If... If... If I...
...shake and tremble as we pass the gallows, don't... Don't...
Don't you mind, hurry on. Now, now, now.
- Have you more to say to him, sir? - Nothing more.
- You'd better leave him. - Press on, press on, press on.
Press on, press on.
Softly. Softly. No, no!
It hurts!
Faster, faster!
Faster, faster, faster, faster!
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