All language subtitles for Dodger s01e01 Runaways.eng

Well, Dawkins, have you finally
learned your lesson?

Yes, master.

I'll never try to escape again.

Can I have my cards back?

Thanks.

The Jack of Hearts is missing.

No, it isn't.

Hang on, it's under your hat.

See?

How did you do that?

I'll show you for penny.

No, you won't.

MACHINES CLACK LOUDLY

Stop the machines!

MACHINES STOP WORKING

This is what a week in the
hole looks like.

Let that be a lesson to any
of you who attempt to run away

from my mill ever again.

Remember, I own you.

You are my property.

And Dawkins here is proof
that there is no escape.

BOY GRUNTS

HE CHUCKLES

Get under there and collect
any cotton wastage!

Watch him.

Boy!

Dawkins!

Dawkins!

Get back here.

Dawkins!

I smell you, Dawkins.

Dawkins.

Don't you dare.

You'll never survive the fall.

Dawkins!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Oi, break it up, break it up,

or I'll wallop you, get out of it.

You're barred, you're barred
and you're barred.

Oi, what are you doing?

No begging on my doorstep,
it's bad for business.

Is it done?

It's done.

Who was the hangman?

Was it Bowhouse?

Yeah.

Did Ruben see you?
Did he know you were there for him?

This is your fault.
You should have gone back for him.

The place was swarming with coppers,
I told you that.

There weren't no way out.

I'm sorry, all right.

We've taken an 'it.

Ruben's dead, Tom's in the nick.

I've only got you two,
it's not enough to survive.

We need building up again.

I'll need fresh blood.

I'll need a new one.

Yes, you find that boy.

You sniff him out.

DOGS BARK

MAN CALLS OUT

DAWKINS GRUNTS AND GROANS

I'm on to you.

No.

MAN GRUNTS

Uh!

You scared the living
breakfast out of me.

Oh, I'll have that.

Come on!
DOGS BARK

That's the end of the scent.

DAWKINS!

Get off me.

What are you doing?

Saving your legs.

Well, what idiot put out there?
That could have took my foot off.

You shouldn't have been poaching,
then, should you?

I wasn't poaching.

I swear on my life.

What's poaching?

If you're not a poacher,
what are you?

My name's Jack,
I'm from the cotton mill.

I'm running away.

Well, you'd better get out of here
before my master finds you,

or he'll nab you for himself and
you'll be toiling on this farm forever.

And you don't want that.

Yeah.

Right.

Thanks.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, I'm good as gold.

Look at your feet,
they're ripped to ribbons.

Where are your boots?

First rule of factory floor,
no clog irons.

They can cause a spark
if they hit metal,

and cotton dust can catch fire.

Charley.

Where are you? It's him. Hide.

Charley.

Hey, why aren't you at your
post, you maggot?

A murder of crows could have eaten
half my cobs, you lazy lummox.

I thought I heard a poacher, master.

You're here to scare the birds,
not the poachers.

Now get back to your post before
I peg your feet to the ground.

Yes, master, sorry, master. Will do.

TWIG CRACKS

What was that?

Woodpecker!

Right.

Thanks.

Still, can't hang around
here gassing.

You're not going nowhere
with trotters like that.

You'll get gangrene.

What's gangrene?

Your whole foot rots up, goes green,
like snot, then drops off.

Mrs Grundles got it when she
stepped on a rusty nail in the barn.

Don't get seen to in time.

What happened?

They chopped it off.

DAWKINS GRUNTS

All right.

Come on.

You'll be safe here for tonight.

I'll see if I can rustle up some
grub and bandages.

Might not be for a bit.

We'll have to wait till
they're all at kip.

Stay there and don't move,
cos if he finds you,

I'll be the one to blame
and we'll both be dead.

Oh, Fagin, I've done it.

I have found THE perfect boy.

OK, who is he?

HONKS

Come on.

This is... What's your name?

Nibbs.

We found him wandering the streets.

Are you having a laugh?
He ain't even on solids.

Nah, he's brilliant, look.
Show him your begging face.

See.

We ain't beggars. We work.

Put him back where you found him.

He's no good.

Here, Nibbs...

..have a parsnip.

Can't even catch.

THEY SING RAUCOUSLY
And if one green bottle

Should accidentally fall

There'll be...

Oh, erm...

What number comes before
three again?

Easy, one.

Aha, see, Aggie, our son is a
mathematical genius.

And if one green bottle
should acc...

No, that's not it.

There's a number between
one and three.

Yeah, one.

I need some more moonshine.

Ah, with your moonshine, here.

Get this down your neck, Aggie.

This is Grundles'
home distilled whisky.

80% proof.

It'll knock your noggin off.

I've done my day's work.

Oh, it's you.

You're late.

Right, there's some potato peeling
soup for you in the scullery.

But first of all,
you've to clean that kitchen,

the walls and the ceiling,

and your master's underwear
needs boiling again.

He's had another little accident
in them this morning.

Sh!

Well, hurry up, then.

ALL SING: And if one green bottle

Should accidentally fall

There'll be no green bottles

Hanging on that wall.

BELCHES LOUDLY

That's my mum.

HE GRUNTS

GRUNTS

Can't sleep?

Do you want to see a card trick?

Here we go.

Three cards.

Keep your eye on the Queen.

Miss Piptree.

I don't want to go tomorrow.

Don't forget me.

SNORES

SNORES

Get up, get up.
We haven't got much time.

Come on, get scraps, quick.

What's in this?

You don't want to know.

These are for you, too,
they're about your size.

Clog irons!

Ah-ah!

Before you put them on,
give us your feet.

What for?

You've got bits of glass and
things in your foot,

you need to get them out.

HE MOANS
Sh.

Stop.

Have you ever done this before?

I've birthed over 300 calves,
I saved Mrs Pickle's babby

when it came out with the cord
wrapped around its little neck,

and I pulled a worm this long
out of Mr Grundles' sheepdog's bum.

You're not going near my bum.

Right, bite on this,
it's going to hurt.

HE SCREAMS
Sh! Shut up, will you?

Right, now for the bad foot.

MUMBLES: Bad foot?

You might want to bite on a
bigger stick.

DAWKINS SCREAMS

HARD KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, ah...

Apologies for waking you
at this hour, Mr Grundles.

Oh, Mr Canker, this is unexpected.
Would you care for a drink?

No, no, never mind that.

One of my apprentices,

the most dangerous individual,
escaped this afternoon,

and I am personally searching
every barn in the parish

in case he may have found refuge.

What, now?

Yes, now!

So what's your story then?

What do you mean?

What are you doing here?

Scaring birds, what's it to you?

No, but where are your
mum and dad?

How should I know?
Keep your neb out of my business!

I don't know if mine are dead
or living,

or what they're up to.

Don't want to know either.

Why not?

Because if they're dead, then
that's sad and I don't want to know.

And if they're alive, that's bad
because they didn't want to know me.

And if I ain't good enough for them,
then they ain't good enough for me.

Where are you going to go from here?

Back to me old orphanage.

What happens when you get there?

I'm going to tell them the truth
about that horrible mill,

the beatings, the starvation.

We were worked like pigs

with no breaks, no food, no rest.

And that ain't right.

Why would they listen to you?

You're just a child.

Oh, they will.

Mr Monkton, the beadle,
he'll be livid.

He'll be up here in a flash,

closing that mill down and
setting all those kids free.

I know it.

DOOR BURSTS OPEN
I don't think so, Dawkins.

If he cared so much, why
did he sell you for a pound?

CHUCKLES: That's right.

A measly pound.

That's all you're worth.

"Orphans are vermin,"
he used to say.

"Feeding off the parish like rats!"

What are you playing at?

First rule of the factory floor, sir.

Remember?

Of course, I do, no clog irons,
fire hazard.

No!

Dawkins!

THEY COUGH AND SPLUTTER

Ah!

What did do you do that for?

Oh, I didn't think it
was going to work.

I was only bluffing.

Now we can never go back.

What would you want to go back?

I've got nowhere else, have I?

Only hedgerows, and they're not
so cosy in winter.

I did this to help you.

I got you that soup.

I fixed your hooves up
and look where it got me.

Come to London with me.

London, with you?

Get out of it. I've heard
about London, it's full of bad eggs.

I'm a Londoner. Exactly.

Well, Miss Piptree,
she'll sort us right out.

She was like a mother to me,
she was. Miss Piptree?

She the lass that works at the same
orphanage what sold you for a pound?

I don't believe a word that
Canker said.

And neither should you.

What are you doing?

What's it look like?
I'm going to sleep. Leave me alone.

CAWING
What was that? Shut up.

HORN SOUNDS

DOGS GROWL

BARKING
Hey, hey!

Charley.

Charley. Charley!

HE GASPS
Follow me.

DISTANT BARKING

Come on.

Oh! Oh!

Grr! Stupid mutts!

Could have sniffed them out better
myself. We'll never find them now.

Won't we? You heard what Dawkins
said back there in the barn.

He's going back to his orphanage
in London with a list of complaints.

London?

We can't let them get that far.
We can't.

Leave her! Don't be flapping
over a farm girl.

They're ten-a-penny. Buy another.

You don't understand, Mr Canker.

There's more to that girl
than you know.

How do you mean?
Well, I can't say.

But I need to get her back.

Leave it to me.

I've got an idea. Right.

Grab this log.
Put it across the road.

GRUNTS WITH EFFORT

Come on.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

Hey. You haven't seen two dirty
children on the road, have you?

A boy and a girl?
No, ain't seen no-one.

Hmm. Mind if I take a look?

All right.

Move on. Walk on.

Read all about it!

Judge hangs ten-year-old boy
for stealing a spoon.

Read all about it!

Get all your latest gossip
right here.

Do you smell that, Charley?

Yeah, that's horrible.

That's home.

Where's this orphanage then?

Somewhere in London.

Yeah, but where in London?

Oh, I don't know.

You mean we've come all this way
and you don't even know where it is.

Don't worry, it's somewhere
in London.

London ain't such a big place.

Get off me, will you?

The streets of London are the most
violent in the empire.

They are awash with gangs,
pickpockets and thieves,

not just men and women,
but children too.

Now it is those children
that I want you to catch.

We take more.
We hit them harder.

They think they can hang us
from the highest beam

and we're going to back down!

They want us to be cowed.
Well, we're not cowed.

We take revenge for every
single kid like you

who has to nick to survive.

We shall punish every single
juvenile criminal

who decides to break the law.

Crime is a disease,
and we are the cure.

Now, you find me a new girl or boy,
and make it a good one.

Off you go and get me results.

And, Duff, your boots are on the
wrong feet

and your trousers are back to front.

Oh!

Thank you, sir!

I thought it was a bit...

If we don't find this orphanage,
what are we going to do? Eh?

Where will we sleep?
Spare a penny?

I ain't got nothing.

I'll show you a card trick instead.

Yeah? Would you like that? Yeah.

Now pick a card, any card.

Now, don't show me. You got it?

Now put it back in the pack.
Anywhere you like.

I'll give it a shuffle.

Was your card...

..the six of hearts?
Yeah! How'd you know that?

Because it's under your hat!

That's what you call magic.

I'll see you.

Wait, take this. It's my only penny.

But you've earned it.

Thanks.

Wait, if a beggar will pay
to see your trick,

what about everyone else
on the street?

Three cards - Jack, Queen and King.

Keep your eyes on the Queen.

Here we go.

Which one's the Queen?

Easy. The end one, I'm sure.

Shilling sure?

Make it two shillings. MANY: Oh!

Oh!

Anyone else want a go?

Which one's the Queen?

Who's next? Anyone?

Oh!

He looks good.
He's got a hat full of money.

Look, the police are coming.
Listen to me.

He's no use to us banged up.

You stay here and keep an eye
on him. I know what to do.

What's all this about then, eh?

Erm...
Eh? It's just a bit of magic, sir.

Magic? No such thing as magic.

Yes, there is. No, there isn't.

How do you explain unicorns, then?
Do shut up. Yes.

There's no such thing as magic.

But there is such a thing as a scam.
I don't know what you mean.

Cunning and conniving,
palming cards, bilking the public

out of their hard-earned pennies.

Do you know what the punishment
for such a crime is?

Death by hanging.

Nice.

RATTLES
Woodpecker!

Where? Where? Not a woodpecker.
I hate woodpeckers.

Argh! Oi!
WHISTLES

Come on, then!

Oh, there you are. Well, I found
just what we're looking for.

He's about this big, top hat,
Market Square.

You can't miss him.
I'll go and tell Fagin.

Bullseye!

BELL RINGS
Yes. Can I help you?

You'd better.

Oi! Oi! Come back here!

Hey, come back here!

Right! Come here!

So, this boy, Jack Dawkins,
escaped from your mill

and tried to burn you alive
by setting fire to a barn.

Yes. That's correct, sir.

And I hear he's here in London with
another runaway, a farm girl.

I want them both caught and returned
to me immediately

so I can thrash the life
out of them.

Mr Canker, if a child is to be
punished for their crimes,

it is for the law to decide,
not you.

But Jack is my property.

I own him.

That may be the case, but...

Here's a �100 donation
to your police force.

Do you have a recent portrait?

Come back here! Hey, come back here!

WHISTLES

Come here! Come back here! Oi!

They're coming! Come on!

Right!

Where did they go?
Come back here, you rat!

Right.

Top hat, very distinctive face.

Oh, that's rubbish.

Give me another piece of paper.

No! Pencil, it's the pencil's fault.

Now...

No, no!

Give me another piece of paper.

Just start again.

No! I've made him too fat!

Too thin!

No! I've made him look like a girl!

Now he looks like a bear!

No! The paper is all wrong.

No!

No!

No, no, no, no, NO!

WHISTLES

Oi! Stop there. Leave them to me.

Fellas, get off my patch.

Who says? I say!

And who are you? Officer Pike.
Shadwell nick.

You are under arrest!

Have you got any form of
identification?

Does this look like fancy dress?
This is my jurisdiction.

Right. Money's under his hat.
He's a thief. Watch him.

You two. This way, this way.

Now! Move!
Give me that hat. Give me the hat!

Move.

Come on, Bullseye. Come on.

What's jurisdiction mean?
I don't know.

Keep moving. Come on.

Ha-ha-ha!

Another piece of paper?

Right. Get it right this time.

Eyes like this.
He's about four foot tall.

Straight little body, like that.

And... Ah, yes, there you go.

Yes. Now he comes alive.

That's him.
KNOCKING

Come in.

Just arrested a juvenile criminal,
sir.

About four foot tall with a top hat.

Did you say top hat?
About four foot tall? Yes, sir.

You have him?
Well, not exactly, sir.

Another police officer,
Officer Pike,

he took him down to Shadwell nick.

Officer Pike.
There isn't any Shadwell nick.

Oh. What did this Pike look like?

Like a giant, sir. Very gruff.
Yeah, with a bull terrier.

Bull terrier? Yes, sir.

It wasn't called Bullseye, was it?

Yeah. It was. Yes, sir. Yes.

Oh, dear.

The chase is over.

You won't be seeing Jack any more.

Only God can help those children now.

Bullseye! Down here.

Keep moving! Come on.

Move!

Up here. Get off!

Get off! Move! Keep going.

On the right.
Here. Here. On the right!

Down! Down! Stop!

Come in. Come in.

Up those stairs.

Come on. Move.

Quicker.

Quicker.

Get in!

It's me. Come out.

COINS JINGLE

Argh! Right!

Bill! Don't damage the goods.

Pleased to meet you, my dears.
Fagin's the name.

I'm not supposed
to speak to strangers.

I'm no stranger.
Everyone knows me around here.

Yeah. Fagin's famous.
She flatters me.

Famous for what?
For my caring nature, of course.

If it weren't for my selfless
generosity, this bunch of Herberts

would be out on the street freezing
their...ears off, wouldn't you?

COINS JINGLE
Thank you.

This is Polly, my little soldier.

And this is Tang, like a Scorpion.

Small but deadly.

That's Bill.

So, he's not a real policeman?

THEY LAUGH

Bill Sikes on the right side
of the law!

Let's just say the bloke I took this
off won't be needing it no more.

CHUCKLES
Bill's flown the nest

but he comes back when he's hungry.

It's a shame there's naff all to
eat, then, isn't there?

I'm starving.

Finder's fee.

See you later.

Bullseye!

Come! Come!

He's lovely, Bill,
but he will kill you.

Well? Are you going to introduce
yourself?

No, we're going. Come on, Jack.

Going? You expect us to hang about
here after you nicked our earnings?

You think we stole, do you?
Nah, nah, nah, nah.

That's protection money.

London's a dangerous place
for little nippers like you.

We don't need protection.

We're going home.
Oh, you've got an home, have you?

Yeah, I didn't just jump out
a window and walk 200 miles

for nothing, you know?
FAGIN CHUCKLES

Must be something, this home
of yours, eh?

It is. All my friends at
All Saints are waiting for me.

And Miss Piptree.

I promised her I'd come back.

All Saints?

Is that the orphanage off
Smeaton Street?

Next to the Turtle's Head pub?

That's it! Do you know it? Yeah.

Could you take us there?

Well, it's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Burnt down! Nothing but ashes!

Gas explosion.
Whole place went sky-high.

It's true. Saw it from the roof.
It was like Bonfire Night.

All my friends.

Miss Piptree.

She's waiting for me.

No. No survivors.

You're lying.

I'm sorry, my dear. I wish I was,
but it's true.

No, it's not! It's not true!

You're a liar! You're a liar!

Oi. Get off me! Get off me!

Oi, watch it!

Jack! Wait!

Terrible, terrible business.

Very sad.
What happened to the orphanage?

INHALES SHARPLY
It'll cost you.

I don't have any money.
Oh, can't help you, then.

Please.

All right, then.
Seeing that you're upset.

I'll let you have this information
for free.

There is no orphanage.

Not no more.

Gas explosion.

How do you know?
I'm a crossing sweeper!

I know everything that goes
on around here.

There must be some survivors.

No survivors.
Heaven has them all now.

GROWLS
Gotcha!

Ha-ha-ha!

Oi, that's my broom!

WHACKING
Argh! Oh!

Run!

Grr!

Phew! Terrible, terrible.

Come on, then.

You've seen it, then?
What's left of it?

You believe me now?

Knocked the stuffing out of you,
hasn't it?

Life does that sometimes -
swipes you sideways.

You wobble, but you don't fall.

You'll have to make do with here.

Start an orphanage without the beds.

Polly, give him the tour.

Right. This is Fagin's room.

Out of bounds at all times.
Correct.

That's a nice little hidey-hole.

Brilliant for when the police
come knocking.

That's the main door, takes you
to the secret staircase. Follow me.

This is a trough for drinking and
bathing,

so do it in the right order

unless you want a belly full
of bum wash.

Dumb waiter. Goes up and down.

Another good secret escape.

These are stairs. You walk up them.

Well, come on then.
You're slowing me down.

Now this is very important.
Never, ever, ever use this door.

One step out there,
you'll be kissing the cobbles.

Not so close!

Finally, this is the roof.

You two best get your heads down.

If you need anything,
anything at all,

don't ask me cos I'll be kipping.

You're not going to sleep up here,
are you?

I like sleeping out in the open.
I think you're mad.

Night, then.

Oi! Get out! This is my bed!

Oi, do you mind?
This is my cupboard!

We are pickpockets.

Oi! We've got a thief!
Thank you.

We'll have to call you
something else -

a dodgy name for a dodgy geezer.

Dodger!
Run! RUN!

Oh, look, it's the POLICE!

We are the best police force
London has to offer.

There is a clear and present danger
to the Queen.

Pew! Ha-ha-ha!

With me by your side, think of all
the scams you could pull!

Yeah, scams! Ha-ha-ha!

We're a family, see? And like a
family, we look after each other.

Hope you're not too sentimental
about those teeth of yours.

One day your luck's going
to run out.

I am armed!
I shall return to finish you off.

Attack!
You are under arrest.

Guilty!
I can't do deals with coppers.

Hold...
THEY GASP

..your.
Waah!

..breath!
Argh!

If we don't rob, we don't get food.

If we don't get food, we don't eat.

If we don't eat, we starve.

And if we starve...
..we die!

I want...

Right! ..Dodger...
You're hurting me!

..dead.
Argh!

GAVEL BANGS
Yes!

Well, come on.