- Can I answer it, Rose? - Thank you, dear.
- Books from Mr. Jessop. - Thank you.
- Please, sir, these books came for you. - Good.
- Wait, there's some to go back. - The boy's gone. Can I take them?
I know where the shop is. Please let me take them/ I'll be very quick.
All right. Mrs. Bedwin, the books are on the table beside my bed.
Now then...
you will take those books to Mr. Jessop and tell him...
you have come to pay the four pounds ten that I owe him.
This is a five pound note, so there'll be ten shillings change.
You under...
Understand?
She's a very pretty lady, isn't she, sir?
Yes.
I'll take the books for you.
A new suit of clothes, valuable books and a five pound note in his pocket.
- You expect him to come back? - Don't you?
If he does, I'll eat my head with my hat on it.
Look at that portrait. Do you see a likeness to the lad?
- That's your niece, isn't it? - That's what I mean.
- Wasn't she the girl who... - Who ran away.
A young, innocent face. Nothing more. A mere coincidence.
I'm not so sure.
Born in a workhouse at Dunstable, he thinks.
That's all he can tell us. Very well.
Who will buy this wonderful morning
- Morning. - Morning.
Such a sky you never did see
Who will tie it up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me
- Help! Help! - Get in the cart.
Bullseye, come here.
Bullseye! Bullseye, come here.
- Oliver's back! - Look at his togs!
He's got boots, too. Quite the little gent.
Lovely bit of stuff.
Delighted to see you looking so well, my dear.
The Dodger will give you another suit for fear you spoil that Sunday one.
Look at this!
I'll bank it for you.
What's that?
That's mine.
No, no, my dear. Mine. Ours. You shall have the books.
You hand it over, you avaricious old skeleton.
That's for our share of the trouble.
You keep the books. Start a library.
Mr. Brownlow will be here after you if he finds out...
you've got his books and money.
So he'll be out here, will he? Out here? After us?
- What did you tell him about us? - Nothing!
Fagin, I'll wager this young rat's told him everything.
What did you tell him?
- No! Leave him alone! - You stand off me!
No violence.
You'll have to kill me before I let you lay a hand on that boy.
Just don't you tempt me. You keep out of this.
If he says he didn't tell him, he didn't tell him.
- Hit me? - I won't stand by and see it done.
Let him be or I'll put my mark on you and I don't care for no consequences.
Nancy, you're wonderful tonight. Such talent. Such a joker.
You take care I don't overdo it, Fagin.
Or I'll put the finger on all of you and I don't care if I hang for it!
Do you know who you are and what you are?
- You don't have to tell me. - A fine one for the boy to befriend.
Yes, I am! God help me!
And I wish I'd been struck dead before I'd lent a hand to bring him back here.
From tonight, he's a liar and a thief...
and all that's bad.
Ain't that enough for you without beating him to death?
Come, come, Sikes. We must have civil words.
Civil words.
Oh, yes! You deserve them from me, don't you?
I thieved for you when I was half his age...
and it's your dirty work I've been doing ever since!
- What if you have? Ain't it your living? - He's right. A living is a living.
Some living! Lord help me!
Some living!
Get to bed.
Get to bed, I said!
All this violence, all these scenes, screams, dramas!
I'm asking you, is it necessary?
Not yet, Fagin.
Not yet.
But if this godforsaken little good-for-nothing...
has uttered one word, one word, mind you...
If he has, the little devil...
we sit down, we talk it over, we think it out.
We decide upon a proper course of safe action. We stay calm!
Do we?
And while we're sitting here thinking and talking...
and staying calm...
our collars get felt, don't they?
And it's, "Come along with me, if you please.''
No, thank you very much.
You've thought us into this little lot.
You can think your way out of it.
But from now on, Bill Sikes takes the law into his own hands.
These hands.
Have you ever heard the sound a chicken makes...
when they're wringing its neck?
Can't say I've had the pl...
They squawks, Fagin.
They squawks. Not a very pretty sound.
No, Bill.
And then they die, don't they?
Yes, Bill. I mean, no, Bill.
Then, they say, some even start squawking before that event.
They get what you might call a premonition.
Now then...
you wouldn't be having no premonition of that sort by any chance, would you?
Not me, Bill. The lips are sealed.
I'm glad.
'Cause if anyone here should lead the law to me...
and I gets to hear of it...
then it will be your neck...
your scraggy old neck.
You think about it, Fagin.
A violent man, Dodger, a very violent man.
When that man's back is up, no one is safe.
Look after him, Dodger.
And I'll look after myself.
A man's got a heart, hasn't he
Joking apart, hasn't he
And though I'd be the first one to say that I wasn't a saint
I'm finding it hard to be
Really as black as they paint
I'm reviewing
The situation
Can a fellow be a villain all his life
All the trials and tribulations
Better settle down and get myself a wife
And a wife would cook and sew for me and come for me and go for me
And go for me and nag at me The fingers she would wag at me
The money she would take from me A misery she'd make from me
I think I'd better think it out again
A wife you can keep anyway
I'd rather sleep anyway
Left without anyone in the world and I'm starting from now
So how to win friends and to influence people
So how
I'm reviewing
The situation
I must quickly look up everyone I know
Titled people with a station
Who can help me make a real impressive show
I will own a suite at Claridges and run a fleet of carriages
And wave at all the duchesses with friendliness
As much as is befitting of my new estate
Good morrow to you, Magistrate
I think I'd better think it out again
So where shall I go
Somebody
Who do I know
Nobody
All my dearest companions have always been villains and thieves
So at my time of life I should start turning over new leaves
I'm reviewing
The situation
If you want to eat you've got to earn a bob
Is it such humiliation
For a robber to perform an honest job
So a job I'm getting possibly I wonder who my boss will be
I wonder if he'll take to me What bonuses he'll make to me
I'll start at eight and finish late At normal rate and all but wait
I think I'd better think it out
I think I'd better think it out again
What happens when I'm
Must come a time,
When you're old and it's cold
And who cares if you live
Or you die
Your one consolation's
The money you may have put by
I'm reviewing
The situation
I'm a bad one and bad one I shall stay
You'll be seeing no transformation
But it's wrong to be a rogue in every way
I don't want nobody hurt for me Or made to do the dirt for me
This rotten life is not for me It's getting far too hot for me
There is no in between for me But who will change the scene for me
Don't want no one to rob for me
But who will find a job for me
I think I'd better think it out again Hey