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The old story.

No wedding ring I see.

Good night.

May I come in, sir?

Thank you, ma'am.

May I?

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you, sir.

This is indeed a pleasure, sir.

Now, you mustn't be offended at what I'm going to say. You've had a long walk, or

I wouldn't mention it.

Will you take a little drop of something, Mr. Bumble? Not a drop. Not a

drop. Just a little drop, with a little hot water and a lump of sugar.

What is it?

I'll not deceive you, Mr. B.

It's gin.

I'm obliged to keep a little in the house to put in the infant's daffy when

they ain't well, Mr. Bumble.

You're a very humane woman, Mrs. Corley.

I shall take an early opportunity of mentioning it to the board, Mrs. Corley.

Thank you, sir.

I drink your health with cheerfulness, Mrs. Corley.

We're forgetting business, ma'am.

The child that was half-baptized, Oliver Twist, is nine-year-old today.

He's the worst-disposed boy I ever did see.

Small wonderment.

We've never been able to discover his parentage.

How come did he have a name, then?

I invented it.

You, Mr. Bumford? Aye, Mrs. Corny.

I name all our foundings in alphabetical order.

The last was an S, Swabble, I named him.

This was a D, Twist, I named him. Wow, you're quite a literary character, sir.

Well, well, perhaps I may be, Mrs. Conner.

Perhaps I may be.

Now, let me see the boy.

Make a bow to the gentleman.

You're to come along with me, boy.

You're to be presented to the board.

Gentlemen, it is my considered opinion that our charity is being presumed upon.

Hear, hear. Hear, hear.

This workhouse has become a regular place of entertainment for the poorer

classes.

Gentlemen, it is our duty to set this to rights.

We'll stop it in no time.

Yeah, yeah.

Come in.

Case number six.

Bow to the board.

What's your name, boy?

Oliver.

Oliver Twister.

You know it's your birthday?

No, sir.

The boy's a fool.

Roy, listen to me.

You know you're an orphan?

What's that, sir? The boy's a fool.

I thought he was. Hush.

You know you've got no father or mother and were brought up by the parish, don't

you?

Yes, sir.

I hope you say your prayers every night.

Yes, sir. And pray for the people who feed you.

And take care of you. Yes, sir.

Well, you're going to be educated and taught a useful trade.

You'll begin to pick oakum tomorrow morning at six o'clock.

For this abounding provision, O Lord, we thank thee.

Please, sir, I want some more.

What? What?

Won't you ask for more?

Ah, good morning, Mr. Bumble, sir. Good morning.

I've just taken the measure of the two women that died last night.

Coffins are looking up, Mr. Sartre.

Ah, thank you.

You'll make your fortune, Mr. Sartre.

The prices allowed by the board are very small, Mr. Bumble. So are the coffins.

Well, well, Mr. Bumble, there's no denying that.

But we must have some profit, Mr. Bumble.

Oh, yes, sir.

By the way, you don't know anybody who wants a boy, do you? A poor rook will

plenteous.

Liberal terms, Mr. Sabret?

Liberal terms?

I'll take him.

Oliver.

Yes, sir?

Pull that cap off your eyes.

And hold your head up, sir.

Be good enough to tell Mr. Sarbury that the beadle is here.

Oh, pleased to come in, sir.

Is that you, Mr. Bumble?

No one else, Mr. Sarbury.

Here, I brought the boy.

Ah.

So this is the boy, is it?

Yes, sir.

Who's that?

My dear, this is the boy from the workhouse I told you of.

He's very small.

He is rather small, then.

He is small, there's no denying it.

But he'll grow, Mrs. Arbery.

I dare say he will, on our food and our drink.

There, get downstairs, little bag of bones.

Charlotte!

Yes, ma'am? Give the boys some of the cold bits put by for trip.

Yes, ma'am.

I suppose you're the new boy, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

There you are. Oh, thank you.

On the box, workers, on the box.

Workers, do you know who I am?

No, sir.

I'm Mr Noah Claypole.

And you're under me, sir. Don't you forget it.

No, sir.

Have you done?

Yes, ma'am. Then come with me.

Come on, get up.

Your bed's under the counter. You don't mind, I suppose?

No, ma'am.

Doesn't much matter whether you do or you don't, for you can't sleep anywhere

else.

Here.

Take this.

Kissin' it.

A very good-looking boy, that, my dear.

He need be. He eats enough.

There's an expression of melancholy in his face, my dear, which is very

interesting. Well?

He'd make a delightful mute, my love.

I don't mean a regular mute to attend grown-up people, my dear, but only for

children's practice.

Depend upon it. It would have a most superb effect.

Do you want a coffin?

I'll fetch the missus. No.

No, no.

I want to see the boy.

Who, Worthless? He's out on a job.

Who are you?

I knew his mother.

Nursed her when she died.

Died in the workhouse, eh?

I haven't got much time.

I forgot to see him.

Mrs.! Charlotte!

Mrs.!

Come home.

How is she this evening?

There's much strength left in her.

She's troubled in her mind.

And when the fits aren't on, and that's not often, she keeps saying she's got

something to tell.

She wants to see the matron.

You'd better fetch her.

Come in.

Yes?

If you please, mistress, old Sally's are going fast.

What's that to me? I can't keep her alive, can I? She says she's got

something to tell that you must hear.

She'll never die quiet until you come, mistress.

Did you say any more, Martha, dear? Not a word.

Cold tonight, Mrs. Corny. Very cold indeed, sir.

If you have to wait long, I shall be surprised.

Put the light on the floor.

She won't see it there.

Good night, sir. Good night.

It won't be long, Mistress.

None of us have to wait long.

It'll come soon enough for us all.

Who's that?

Who's that? Lie down, dear, lie down.

Listen. Yes?

In this very room, in this very bed, a once muster

pretty young creature, she gave birth to a boy and died.

Go on. Yes.

They would have treated him better if they'd known me to.

Known what?

And I think...

It was the year.

Never mind about the year. What about him?

Aye, what about him?

What about... I know.

Turn him away.

This is Annie, dear. My Christ. Get out. Get out. Go on. Both of you. Get out.

Hurry.

Stone dead.

What was it, mistress?

Nothing. Nothing to tell after all. Nothing.

Come up and sit by the fire, Noah dear. I'll never shut that door behind Mr.

Noah's back.

I saved a nice bit of bacon from the master's breakfast for you, Noah dear.

Oliver, here's your tea, and take them bits.

And make haste, because they'll want you to mind shop.

Do you hear?

Do you hear, workers?

Workhouse, where's your mother?

She's dead.

What did she die of, Workhouse?

They said she died of a broken heart.

What set you a snivelling?

Not you.

Oh, not me, eh?

No, not you. You'd better stop saying things about my mother.

Better stop.

Wokehouse, don't be impudent.

You know, Wokehouse, your mother must have been a regular right down badden.

What did you say?

A regular right down badden, Wokehouse.

And it's a great deal better work else than she died when she did.

Or else she'd have been doing hard labour in Bridewell.

Or transported.

Or hung. Which is more likely than either, isn't it?

An audacious young savage.

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.

It's not madness, ma'am.

It's meat.

What?

Meat, ma'am, meat.

If you'd kept the boy on gruel, this would never have happened.

What's the meaning of this?

Young Twister's turned vicious, sir. He nearly killed the missus.

You're a nice young fellow, ain't you?

He said things about my mother. By all accounts, she deserved them.

That's a lie.

Don't spare him, Val. Don't spare him.

Get up to bed.

He comes from a bad family, sir.

Excitable natures, Mrs. Sabre.

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.

Who's Tavon?

A new pal.

Come in.

Wait here.

Do you want him?

Come on in.

Here he is faking.

My friend only got twist.

Very glad to see you, Ivor, very.

Aren't we, my dears? Yeah. Hey, how far have you come?

I've been walking for seven days.

Walking for seven days?

Beak's all right.

Do you know what a beak is, my dear?

A bird's master.

Sit down, all of you.

A beak is a magistrate, my dear.

Dodger, take off the sausages.

Sit down, Oliver.

There are a great many of them, ain't there, my dear?

Yes, sir. I just looked them out, ready for the wash.

I hope you've been at work, Dodger.

Odd.

Good boy.

Good boy.

And free wash.

Genius worker, ain't he, however?

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 Fredman.

Sit down.

Charlie, don't jump.

Oliver.

Oliver.

Never dogs.

Never dogs.

Never blow, don't hold fake in.

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.

Tch, tch, my dear.

I only tried to frighten you.

Did you see any of those pretty things, dear?

Yes, sir.

They... they're mine, however.

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, Ivor.

Make them your models.

Do everything they bid you do.

Take their advice in all things, especially the artful dodgers.

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.

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.

If you go on this way, you'll be the greatest man of the time.

He'll do.

Stop.

He don't deserve it. That's right.

Is this the boy, sir?

Yes, I'm afraid it is. Afraid?

That's a good one.

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.

What's your noise?

Do you want to get grabbed?

I can't help it. I can't help it.

What will Fagin say?

Where's Ivor?

Let go of me!

The traps have got him, and that's all about it.

What's it all about, Fagin?

Yeah, it's lucky the pot didn't hit me, or I might have settled someone.

Come in, Mr. Sykes.

Come in. None of your mystery, and you know my name.

Come in, you sneaking cur. What are you hanging about there for?

Go on, get in, will you?

Will you take a drink, Bill?

See, you don't poison it, neither.

Here.

What have you been up to?

Ill-treating the boys again, eh?

You avaricious old fence.

You seem out of humor, Bill. Yeah, maybe I am.

And you seem kind of out of sorts, too.

Watching the wind, Fagin?

It's the new boy.

The traps have got him. What of it? I'm afraid, you see, 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.

And it would come out rather worse for you than it would for me.

Wouldn't it, my dear?

Look here.

Somebody ought to go and find out what's going on at the police court.

Somebody ought to go there, Fagin.

Ah, Nancy.

The very thing.

She's a clever girl.

Here's to her.

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

Where's? Only just to the police court, my dear. What do you say?

That it won't do, Fagin, so it's no use you trying it on. What do you mean by

that? Well, what I say, Bill? Why, you're the very one for it.

No one around here knows anything about you. And as I don't want them 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 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?

He says his name's Tom White, Your Worship.

Very well.

Where does he live?

Where do you live?

Where he can, Your Worship.

Please, sir.

Would I have some water?

Stop the nonsense! Don't try and make a fool of me!

I'm afraid he really is ill, Your Worship.

I know better. Take care he's not involved.

Stand away!

How do you propose to deal with the

case, sir? Quiet!

What's this? Who is this?

I keep the bookstore.

I saw it all.

It was another boy. Why didn't you come before?

Couldn't get a soul to mind the shop.

Swear the man.

They bring him out of the court fainting. He gets in a carriage with

this gentleman and they drive off. He'll blow on us, fake and for certain.

That's the boy, is it?

That's the boy.

Nice-looking boy, isn't he?

I don't know.

I only know two sorts of boys.

Mealy boys and beef-face boys.

Which is he?

Mealy.

Is Bedouin in the habit of counting the plate at night?

Because if she doesn't find a tablespoon or two missing one sunny morning, I'll

be content to eat my head, sir.

Don't move.

Where does he come from? Who is he? What is he?

If that boy doesn't deceive you, my good friend, I'll eat my head. And yours,

too. We shall see. We will.

We will.

Where am I?

Hush, my dear. You must be very quiet, or you'll be ill again. You've been

very, very bad.

As bad as bad could be, pretty lie.

Lie down again. That's a dear.

There.

Don't mind me, my dear.

It's all over now.

I was rather hoarse this morning, I'm afraid I got cold.

Now, how do you feel, my dear?

Very happy, sir.

Good.

Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin?

He's going to have a basin of beautiful strong broths. A couple of glasses of

port wine would do him far more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White?

My name's Oliver, sir.

Oliver?

Oliver White.

No,

sir. Twist.

Oliver Twist.

Well, that's a queer name.

What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?

I never told him, sir.

Some mistake, some mistake.

Ah,

have your broth, young man.

We must get you strong again.

And as soon as you're well enough, we must have a little chat.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

Fool, bungler, liar.

I paid you good money to make an end of the business.

One snivelling boy, and you have to lose him.

I'm worse off now than if I never set eyes on you.

And farther still from what should be mine.

What do I get?

My money back?

No, no, my dear, not that.

I'll give you hope.

Do you know the workhouse where the boy was born?

Of course, I traced him from there.

Then you must go back, my dear.

You must go back.

Tomorrow, two months, it was done.

It seems age.

You're going to sit there snoring all day?

I shall sit here as long as I think proper, ma'am.

And though I was not snoring, I shall snore, gape, sneeze, laugh or cry as the

humor strikes me, such being my prerogative.

Your prerogative?

I said the word, ma'am.

The prerogative of a man is to command.

And what's the prerogative of a woman, in the name of goodness?

To obey, ma'am. As your late, unfortunate husband should have taught

you. And then, Babs, he might have been alive now.

I wish he were, poor man.

You brute!

Cry your hardest, ma'am.

It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes...

and softens down the temper.

So cry away.

Talk

about your

prerogative again, if you dare.

Get up. Get away from here.

Or I might do something desperate.

Certainty, my dear, certainty.

You were the beadle here once, were you not?

I was a parochial beadle.

What are you now?

Master of the workhouse.

Good.

Now listen to me.

I want some information.

Carry your memory back ten years last winter.

The scene, the workhouse, the time, night, the place.

A lying inn room.

A boy was born.

There were many boys.

He was apprenticed down here to a coffin maker.

You mean young Twist?

There wasn't a obstinate... It's not of him, I want to hear. It's of a woman.

The hag that nursed his mother.

Where is she?

She died last winter.

One moment.

Yes?

There was a woman with her when she... How can I find her?

Only through me.

It will be worth her while.

What if I paid you for nothing?

You should take it away again.

I'm a woman here alone and unprotected. Not alone, my dear.

Nor unprotected, neither.

You're a fool.

You'd better hold your tongue.

He'd better have it cut out if he can't speak in a lower tone.

Now, let's hear your story.

You were with this hag the night she died?

Yes. There was no one by?

No.

She asked that we should be alone.

Get up!

Go on.

She spoke of a young mother.

Oh, she nursed in that same bed?

Yes.

What of her?

I robbed her.

She wasn't cold when I stole it. Stole what?

It. The only thing she had.

Gold. Gold?

Go on, what of it?

She charged me to keep it safe.

Yes? The boy's name?

They called him...

Oliver. Yes.

I haven't told you all, have I? No, no, be quick.

She'd run away.

Her father.

Yes.

I was to tell him.

To tell him.

What were you to tell him?

What?

What?

She said more.

You're lying.

She never uttered another word.

But it was then that it happened.

What?

A scrip of paper.

What was it?

A pawnbroker's ticket. Yes.

The time was out in two days, so I redeemed the pledge.

Where is it now?

There.

And this is all?

All.

Is that what you expected to get from us?

Save us?

Come in and wash your hands and let me do your hair nicely for you, child.

Why? What's the matter? Mr. Brownlow wants to see you, dear, and we must make

you smart as sixpence.

Come in.

Oh, come in, Oliver.

Come in.

Yes, there are a good many books, are there not, my boy?

I never saw so many, sir.

How would you like to grow up a clever man and write books, eh?

I think I'd rather be eaten, sir.

What? Don't you want to be a book writer?

I think I'd rather be a bookseller, sir.

Well said, my boy.

Very well said.

Now, now, Oliver, I want you to pay great attention to what I'm going to

say. You're not going to send me away, sir?

No, my dear, I'm not going to send you away unless you give me cause.

I'll never do that, sir.

Never. Good.

Somehow, I feel that you and I are going to be good friends.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I trust you, Oliver.

And I find myself more interested in your behalf than I can well account for.

Even to myself.

Are you fond of pictures, Oliver?

I don't quite know, sir.

Now that is a portrait, a likeness.

She's very pretty, sir.

Yes, she was very pretty.

Any muffins for tea?

Hello. What's that?

It's a young Oliver Twist.

You don't mean to say that's the boy who had the fever, I hope? That's all over

now. Come and speak to my young friend.

How are you, boy?

A great deal better, thank you, sir.

And when are we going to hear an account of his history, eh, my friend?

I think we'll have our tea first, eh, Oliver?

Oh, is that the bookseller? Yes, sir.

Well, stop the boy. There are some to go back.

He's gone, sir. Oh, dear me. I particularly 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.

Catch them down.

Let me see.

He'll be back in 20 minutes at the longest.

So you really expect him to come back to 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 off.

Good night, dear.

Goodness gracious heavens, I 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. Hard working, respectable people.

I didn't. He went and joined a set of thieves and bad characters 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 Fentonville. Oh, listen how he braves it out.

Come home to your mother, will you, you young dog?

I don't know them. 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.

You're right. You and good, too.

Yeah, you get it, too.

Come on, you young villain.

All right, 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, mine and Nancy that is, I'll take the boy back

again.

Now, come on, hand over, will you?

Where is it? This is hardly fair, Bill. 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 reading. If you ain't, sell them.

You'll stand off a million hours, Mr.

Levin. I don't care!

I don't care!

Peter!

What's the matter here? The girl's gone mad.

No, she ain't, thank you. No, she ain't. Don't think it. Then keep quiet, will

you? No!

I won't do that, no!

Did you, eh?

Wanted to get assistance?

Called for the police?

Did you?

We'll soon cure you of that, my young master. Nancy, for God's sake!

You've got the boy. What more do you want? Let him be!

Let him be, or I'll put that mark on some of you that'll send me to the

gallows before me time. 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 worst for it, Fagin, if I do.

What do you mean by this?

You're a nice one, a pretty subject for the boy to make a friend of.

So help me I am.

I wish I'd been struck dead in the street before lending hand to bring him

here. He's a thief.

A liar, a devil, and all that's bad from this night on. Isn't that enough for the

old wretch without blows?

Come, Sykes, 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 half his age. And I thieve for you ever

since. Don't you know it? And if you have, it is your living.

Aye, it is.

It is my living.

And the cold, wet, dirty streets are my own.

And you're the wretch that drove me to them long ago.

And that'll keep me there! Day and night! Day and night! Day and night!

Have you say much more?

That's the worst of having to deal with women, my dears, but they're clever and

we can't get on in our line without them. Dodger, show Ivor to bed.

He hadn't better wear his best suit tomorrow, had he, Faye? Certainly not.

The Dodger should give you another suit, my dear, for fear that Sunday one should

get stolen.

Oh, 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 storybooks.

He was a dear, grateful, gentle child, sir.

I know what children are and have done these 40 years. And people who can't say

the same shouldn't say anything about them. 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.

We don't.

And don't stand there talking to me in hints as though you weren't the first

what thought about the robbery.

Somebody will hear us. Well, let them 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 didn'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 Ivor I was going to speak.

Him.

Yes, Bill, 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's it to be done?

Ah, to be sure.

When is it to be done, eh?

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?

Lucy Willow.

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, um, it's not likely mine, but if the worst should come to the worst.

It's no fault of mine, mind that, Fagin. I had no hand in this.

Who is she?

One of us.

What'll you gimme?

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.

Bartlett's for me, Bill. Here.

The Persuader.

I've got him.

Cis, Cripe, Pease, Centre, Bits, Dartleys. Nothing forgotten.

He'll take the crowbar.

Take heed. He's a rough man.

Mind.

What's that?

The boy.

Oh.

One of Mr. Faget's lads.

It's gold, Nancy dear.

It seems to go right through one. It must be a piercer that found its way

through your heart.

Come here, 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.

Sir? You 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

tonight. 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?

Oh, 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

turn 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 once for the first time.

And the other day, I saw him again.

He came to a place I never called home.

There. Take care of that and do the most you can with it. It's been trouble

enough to get.

What are you looking at me like that for?

He's gone mad.

I've got that to tell you will make you worse than me.

Eh?

I'll look sharp or Nancy'll think I'm lost.

Lost? She's pretty well settled that in her own mind already.

Open your mouth and say what you gotta 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 night

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 if his own fancy, do you hear me? Suppose he did this. What then? What

then? I'd smash his head in. What if I did it? I that know so much and could

hang so many besides meself.

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. Poor lad.

He's tired.

Tired with watching for her so long.

With 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 Nolly with her.

Why? Why? Tell him that.

Because he'd got out on a job with him. What more of him? Tell him that. Tell

him that.

Why? That she'd bring him to London Bridge tomorrow, midday.

Yes?

Why?

Because he'd... Be asleep.

She made me laugh when she said it. Said what?

That she was going to give him a drink of lodina.

Don't speak to me. It's not safe. You won't be. 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?

You were watched tonight.

Every single word you said was hers.

Oh, I've been true to you. Pardon my soul, I have.

Give me time!

bread and water

Brutal murder.

Murder. Brutal murder.

In the early hours of this morning, a young woman was brutally beaten to

death.

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 could prove nothing. Your daughter ran away and was never

heard of again.

Liar! Where is Oliver Trist?

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's the bachelor.

And the worst I wish the law is that his eye may be opened by experience.

By exter...

What's the news?

They've nabbed Monks.

And Sykes? What about him? They say he'll be took tonight.

They're looking for his dog.

Thank you

Take him away.

The dog!

Leave us in the dark.

What are you going to do?

Sell me or let me lie here till the hunt's over?

We're in this together, Fogan.

Lock her.

Get me a drink Get

me a drink when you're

Blast you. Can't you say something?

Don't you know me, Dodger?

Don't come near me.

I'm not afraid of him.

If they come here...

Oh, give him up!

Oh, Will!

You what?

of a young'un.

the voices.

He's come back, sir.

I knew he would.