Now, now! Go on, get out!
I don't want you around here. Get away!
Come here.
Give that back, you hear?
Give that back. Come along. Come along!
Stop that boy! Thief!
My wallet! Stop that boy!
Hold that boy! Stop!
Stop! Thief!
- Leave him to us! - Stole the gent's wallet.
We'll catch him!
He went that way!
- Have you seen him? - No. He's disappeared. He's gone.
Come here!
Come here, you!
Here!
Watch where you're going!
Boy!
There's the gent he stole from.
Can you identify this boy as the thief, sir?
Yes. Well, I saw him running away.
- Why didn't you bring him back with you? - How could I help it?
A fine thing! Oliver in the lockup. In the morning he's in front of the beak!
For pinching a wallet. So he goes to jail. What's it matter?
I'm afraid he may say something which will get us into trouble.
That's very likely. You see, you're blowed upon.
And I'm afraid, you see...
that 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.
Why, you miserable...
sneaking, treacherous old...
No, Bill!
You go down to that court in the morning and find out what happens!
Me? Go to court?
With a magistrate sitting there?
I'll go. They won't know me.
Good girl. Clever girl.
And if he does talk, you come and tell us quick. Quick!
'Cause then we'll have to look after ourselves, won't we?
You won't have...
to look after yourself, Fagin, 'cause I'll look after you.
Believe me.
I always believe you, Bill.
Have another drink.
Silence. Silence in court.
Well, what crime is this one charged with?
He looks a thorough-paced old reprobate to me.
Speak up, man! What's he charged with?
He's not charged at all, Your Worship. This gentleman appears against the boy.
Boy? What boy? I see no boy.
The boy in the dock, Your Worship.
Oh, yes.
- Stand up, boy. I can't see you. - He is standing up, Your Worship.
Don't be impertinent. Put him on a box.
- Well, what's he charged with? - Picking pockets, sir.
What's your name?
Hmm. And does your father know you're here?
He's an orphan.
Where do you come from?
Where do you live?
Who looks after you?
He doesn't seem able to say where he lives...
or anything else, sir.
A liar as well as a thief?
And insolent into the bargain. That settles it.
The boy is committed to three months with hard labor.
This is disgraceful!
- I demand to be heard. You've not yet... - Sir!
- I was there. - Remove this lunatic. Clear the court.
I will speak! I saw what happened. It was outside my shop.
Two other boys stole Mr. Brownlow's wallet.
This child had nothing to do with it.
But sentence has been passed!
Hasn't it?
He didn't talk. The case was dismissed.
What a great judge.
- Fetch the boy. - I've done my share.
Look!
- Now, come on. - Where are we going?
At least I can make some amends. You're coming home with me. Jump in.
- Dodger, after him! - Let the kid go!
- He can still blab. - Leave him be.
Dodger, don't lose him!