All language subtitles for Oliver Twist s01e05.eng

Keep in line,

ungrateful brats.

He arrives tonight.

Then we must prepare ourselves.

I'll do the talking.

What shall I do?

Oh, you, Bumble,

you shall be my valiant protector.

And by this evening, sir,

we will be rich.

Where d'you think you're going, eh?

I was going to see how Oliver is.

He can wait.

Oh, no, Bill. I told him
I'd be there when he woke up.

What is it with you and that boy?

I just like him, that's all.

Maybe I should've got shot.

Then you'd be looking after me.

I looked after you plenty, Bill Sikes.

You get enough looking after from me.

Go on then.

What?

Bill?

- Do you love me?
- Eh?

Do ya?

You think you can catch me out
cause I'm half-kip?

Do ya, though?

Don't start this now, yeah?

Go on, I'll see ya later.

Don't stay out all hours
like last night.

You're going, Edward?

Simply personal business,
Grandfather, should not take too long.

It's selfish of me,
in pursuing my search,

you were forced
to neglect your own affairs.

I should do more.

What if Agnes were to hear
that you were looking for her?

Time has passed,

she may have forgotten
all that I said.

And if she hasn't?

The risk of her running away again
is simply too high.

I am happy to be
your ambassador in this.

And I know you like
to keep close to Rose.

Edward,

what Rose said last night

about Agnes being dead...

Rose was upset

and I'm sure that she regrets
those words today.

Safe journey.

All right, Nance?

Nance?

Come on, Dodge.

You're early, my dear.

Nollie had a good night,

looking much brighter.

- Would you like a bite to eat?
- No.

Sorry, don't mean to hurt ya, darlin'.

S'all right.

Tell you what,

take your mind off it,

why don't you tell me about

that house you were staying in.

What was they called again?

Rose,

Mr. Brownlow,
and Mrs. Bedwin.

She looks after them.

The food's lovely.

And their house,

- what did the house look like?
- There were books.

And a piano.

And the kitchen was really warm.

I mean the outside, darlin'.

In your head,

make like you and me
was walking right up to it.

Alright? Ready to go in.

Does the front door have a colour?

Blue.

Like a dark blue.

And the knocker's
in the shape of a lion.

A lion?

Well, how d'you like that?

Right,

that's it.

All done for now.

I got to run a little errand,
but I'll be back soon.

Leaving already, my dear?

Things to do.

I'll take good care of him
when you've gone.

All right.

Very nice.

Decent.

Misfortune

befell his other suit,

but...

we bought new clothes for the boy.

Oh, yes.

We are poor,

but honourable.

They will be so very grateful

for his return, my dear.

Soon, Ezekiel,

soon.

Deliverance from all this.

It is so close.

Uncle, I said terrible things to you,

things I truly regret. I'm sorry.

You've no need to apologise to me.

Let's not talk of it again,
it's a new day.

Uncle, I would like your permission

- to continue looking for Oliver.
- Rose!

- We could ask someone for help.
- The boy is gone!

- Why persist in this?
- I have to try.

Please?

I will discuss it with Edward
when he returns.

We will ask his advice.

My grandson is very fond of you, Rose.

Yes, Uncle, he...

spoke to me.

- He mentioned marriage, but...
- Did he?!

Oh, Rose.

You would never want for anything,

ever again.

Sir?

This just came through the door
for you and Miss Rose.

"Dear Mr. Brownlow

and Miss Rose."

Did you have a good journey, sir?

- Shut up, you fool.
- Yes, sir.

You have the items?

I do.

Show them to me.

Oliver,

wake up, wake up.

I've got something for you.

Listen to me.

I want you to take this. Hide it.

Keep it with ya, don't let
no one know you've got it.

Anyone comes to ya in the middle
of the night, anyone who ain't me,

you stick 'em. Hear me? You stick 'em.

Why? I don't...

I need you to keep shtoom.

Make like you're sleeping,
but anyone comes on ya,

you stick 'em
and you keep on sticking 'em.

Nancy.

Sleep, please.

For me.

I'm going to get you out of here.

I'm going to get you back
to where there's books

and sunshine
coming through the windows.

Sleeping, is he, my dear?

He is.

Nance?

Is everything all right?

No problems with Bill?

Not everything in this life
is about Bill Sikes.

I don't live in his pocket.

Nor no one else's, neither.

She's changed.

She has.

Won't meet our eyes.

Won't stop and talk.

What does that mean?
"She don't live in Bill's pocket"?

Maybe she has a new fancy man.

Well, women is fickle, Fagey.

She's the only one
who could keep the leash on Bill.

Be the worse for all of us
if she does leave him.

Sikes running mad could ruin it all.

Go after. Light-footed and secret,
my Dodge.

- Rose, go back to the carriage!
- I will not, sir!

And please, do not say it again
because I am staying.

No one!

This is a trick!

- Who's there?
- You're scaring her.

Hello.

Are you Miss Rose?

I am.

And your name?

I'm Nancy.

Give them to me.

How much?

Pass it to Mr. Bumble.

Thank you, sir,

very generous, sir.

A half sovereign, madam.

Not enough.

The items are worthless.

They are of sentimental value only.

Shame on you, madam, for charging a fee

to restore a family's property.

Worthless?

Why, Mr. Monks,

I would not call
this letter worthless.

A young lady,

ward to a rich elderly gentleman
falls in love with his son,

a man who already has a child of his own

and find that she's carrying
that gentleman's child out of wedlock.

It's like something you might see
on the London stage, sir.

Very gripping, it was.

And ever so sad, so much tragic death.

There's poor young Agnes Leeford

and the father of this baby,
also sadly deceased.

Would he be your own father, Mr. Monks?

Or should I call you
by your real name, Edward Brownlow?

Very scandalous.

Seems the rich are as unable

to control themselves as the poor.

Very dirty story.

But sift through the dirt...

...and you find gold.

Is that what's at the bottom
of all this, sir?

Money?

What a squalid mind you have, madam.

Squalid it may be,

but I'm never too far off the mark.

I see so much of human life,
you see, sir,

and you look to me
like a man with expectations.

And this young Oliver Twist,

if he were to be found,

would he be sharing
those expectations with you?

Oh, to have your inheritance halved

by a workhouse bastard.

That must cut like a knife.

This letter's far from worthless, sir.

Give it to me.

40 guineas and it's yours.

No.

Very good, sir.

Let's haggle some, some friendly bathrink.

40 guineas.

I could always send it
to the person it was meant for.

My windpipe!

- Give me the letter.
- 40 guineas.

Madam!

Give him the letter! I'm choking!

40 guineas.

Give me the letter,

or I will tear his face off...

...and you can feed it
to your starving orphans.

40 guineas.

He never run away from ya,

we trapped him, we took him back.

Why haven't you brought
Oliver back to us?

You don't know nothing, do ya?

There's no bargain to be made here.

I will offer a small reward,
that's all.

I'm risking everything

- and you think I want a few coins?
- Of course not!

- We just want to know that Oliver's safe.
- He ain't.

You have to help him.

There are those who want him dead.

Dead?

- The boy has nothing.
- There's a man

called Fagin,

he's to arrange it
for a man called Monks.

Monks?

He's the one that wants Oliver dead.

He's a gentleman, like yourself.

He dresses nicely, speaks proper.
He's got a...

red mark going all up
his neck and face there.

Uncle!

No!

No, it can't be.

Don't tell me what it can and can't be!

I tell ya, I saw him! I heard 'em!

The man, Monks wants Oliver dead!

- You're lying!
- Why would I lie?!

I will take the letter

and both your lives,

and it will mean nothing to me,

I will leave you

in a pool of your own blood

and deny I was ever here.

As a gentleman,

what reason would I have
to visit a workhouse?

So, rather than argue

the value of a letter,

value instead...

what your lives are worth.

For in this very minute,

they hang in the balance.

Give me the letter.

That is a clever girl.

No!

Not the parish register, sir!

How will we know who's,
who's been born and who's died?

He's gone to some place called...

... Mudfog,...

... he said, for evidence

and when he comes back,
it's to happen.

There's a workhouse at Mudfog.
It was on the list that you gave Edward.

Edward is nothing to do with this!

What you talking about
some Edward for?

Monks is the name.
You're not listening to me!

- We are.
- He's coming back tomorrow!

Fagin's to have the job done

or this man, Monks will do it himself!

I'd bring him to you, but I can't,

you have to go and get him.

Just tell us what to do.

I'll tell you how
to find Fagin's place,

but you have to promise me something.

If I can.

That you go the earliest
light of dawn because...

there's someone I have to keep out of it

and I know he'll be with me by then.

I promise.

This is a hoax.

- Rose.
- He don't believe me.

- He ain't going to help Oliver.
- He will. I'll, I'll talk to him. I'll make him.

How do we find this Fagin's house?

St. Giles, Cripplegate,

there's a tanner. Up the
stairs, there's a door...

... with 3 locks.

You'll find Oliver inside.

- I've gotta go now.
- If you should need a friend,...

- Don't go against your word now.
- We won't.

Thank you, Miss Nancy.

That's what Oliver called me.

He called me "Miss".
I won't see him again, now.

You remember me well to him, will ya?

Always.

Always, I promise you.

I said, now, Rose!

Well, it's not 40 guineas,

but it's enough for a wedding dress.

I think the money
would be better spent

on a doctor for my injuries,
which are extensive!

I am having doubts

as to whether we will have need
of a wedding dress at all!

Doubts?

You were not wifely, madam!

I was choked,

my nostrils near torn asunder

and all you cared for
was 40 guineas!

Oh, Bumble,

how can you say such things
to your beloved,

of course, I was worried
near to death for you.

You did a very fine job
of convincing me otherwise!

He hypnotised me, sir!

He had the eyes of a snake!
I couldn't look nowhere else,

I swear he's the very devil
and I was terrified,

all I could think of
was being back in your arms.

My heart was hammering, sir.

Can you feel it, pounding away?

It's like a trapped bird, it is.

Go on, feel.

It is pounding, isn't it?

Yes, madam.

Oh, I'm so weak and silly, sir.

I am still your little bunny,
aren't I?

Yes, madam.

And I can still have
the best wedding dress, can't I?

My little bunny must have
whatever she wants.

Bill?

How you can believe a woman like that?

- A woman like what?
- Isn't it obvious?

A woman of the streets, a prostitute.

Or just poor.

A poor woman
who didn't ask for any reward.

And I do believe her.

My grandson, whom I love and trust,

is not capable of assuming
a false name,

of imagining vile deeds!

The Edward you know
is not the one I know.

Lies! All of it, lies.

Why would a wealthy man
want a child dead?

Because Oliver is Agnes' child!

That's what Edward has discovered.
Oliver is Agnes' child.

He must be.

He has to be.
Why else would it matter so much?

Uncle, you love and trust Edward,
but I do not.

He's threatened me with being cast me out

if I don't agree to be his wife.

He wouldn't.

- You must have misunderstood.
- You have to go to this place.

You have to do everything Nancy said

and if she is lying, which she isn't,

but if she is,
then Oliver won't be there,

there won't be any man called Fagin,

no one will have heard of a Mr. Monks

and Edward is innocent.

If that is the case,

if Nancy is lying, then I will never
speak of Oliver again.

And even though he is repugnant to me,
I will marry Edward.

Fagey, it's worse than you reckon!

- Ain't no new fancy man.
- Dodge!

Nancy's peached!
The peelers will be on us!

- Dodger, you must be wrong.
- I ain't got it wrong!

She's peached, I tell ya!

Given names! Blown on us!

None too savage, Bill, hmm?

I'm sure it can be explained,
this is Nancy!

None too savage!

There you are.

I was wondering where you'd got to,
tom-catting around.

Bill.

Bill, listen to me. Listen.

I, I kept you out.

I kept you out.

I kept you out. I swear.

I swear, Bill.

Listen, no, I kept you out.

Please, Bill, no!

Don't, don't! No! No! No!

Don't! Don't!

No! No!

What was he doing here?

He was looking for her.

You'll only get a smashing yourself,
Dodge.

I don't care.

Peelers.

Peelers are coming.

We must be swift, Ezekiel.

Get up.

You're all right. Get up.

I warned you.

I warned you enough times
what would happen

if you crossed me.
And what do you go and do?

You can't say I didn't warn you,
cos I did!

That's enough now. Go on. Get up.

It weren't that bad!

You'll be all right.

Get up, Nance.

Nancy?

I'll stick ya!

You come near me and I'll stick ya,
so I will!

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