The instant I received your communication regarding dear Oliver...
I decided we must take the first coach to London.
- I decided. - That's right. My dear wife...
It was good of you to come. What have you got to tell me?
This locket once belonged to the boy's mother.
Found by the wife after she passed away.
The boy's mother that is, not my dear wife.
- You've kept this all these years? - Why should I not?
Did it not occur to you that this might provide the answer...
to the boy's parentage, his identity, his very name?
But he had no name. The mother was unmarried.
It was your duty to show this evidence to some higher authority.
Your behavior was shameful!
How dare you speak to me so! I only came here to help you.
You came here to profit from your own greed and dishonesty.
If you think the locket don't properly belong to wife...
- Be quiet, you old fool! - Your reward. Take it.
Think yourself lucky you're not in the hands of the law. Show these people out.
There's gratitude for you.
I hope this unfortunate circumstance won't deprive me of my parochial office.
My hope, sir, is that it will.
But it was all Mrs. Bumble. I knew nothing of it until yesterday.
That's no excuse. In the eyes of the law you are the more guilty of the two...
for the law supposes that your wife acts under your direction.
If that's what the law supposes, then the law's an ass!
If that's the eye of the law, then the law is a bachelor.
The worst I wish the law is that his eye may be opened by experience.
By experience, sir!
Sir, the locket. I didn't really see.
I recognized it at once.
I gave it to my niece Emily on her th birthday.
So it wasn't just her young man jilting her that made her run away.
No.
She must have made her way to that workhouse...
had her baby there.
What's going on?
Why have you brought the boy here?
'Cause he's coming on a job with me.
But why him?
'Cause I need a little one.
That's why.
And he's nice and thin.
And on this particular job, that's what counts.
Must I go?
One word out of you while you're out with me...
and you know what will happen.
You can't do this to him. Please! You can't! I won't let...
We'll have no more of that.
You just be at the tavern at : .
Bullseye!
I've come about Oliver. Would you tell Brownlow...
- Come inside. Mr. Brownlow! - Don't call him. I'll leave a message.
- He'll want to see you. - Please, I can't stay.
What is it?
- It's about the boy. - Is there news of him?
He's in danger. He was dragged off the day you sent him out with the books.
- Who took him? - Me and someone else.
- You took him by force? - Yes!
I wish I'd never been part of it.
Where is he now? Who is this other person you speak of?
Can you take me to him? You want to help the boy, don't you?
- Then at least tell me where he is! - I can't!
But I'll bring him to you. Not here. It's too far.
Where then?
The London Bridge tonight at midnight. But you've got to come alone.
Promise you'll come on your own.
You don't trust me, do you? But you've got to.
I'll be there.
- Thank God. Now let me go. - Wait!
Is the boy hurt? Ill-treated?
I can't say no more. Please!
He'll kill me as it is if he finds out.
- Who is this man? - No, I won't tell you.
Whatever else I do, I won't turn on him.
You wouldn't understand.
I've got to go back.
I want to go back.
- Promise you'll come? - At 12: 00 .