[shouting] [shouting in the distance] [Oliver groans] It hurts, it hurts...

Shut your mouth or they'’’ll have us... [shouting] [gasps, coughs] Hush your mouth or I'’’ll drown ya... [theme music playing] What?

Why are you so antsy?

Sitting up all night?

I'’’m merely relishing the peace and quiet, my dear.

So what'’’s different about Nolly, eh?

He'’’s the same as us, he ain'’’t worth nothing.

Like I said, Dodge.

I'’’m just enjoying the peace and quiet.

Or I was.

[shouting in distance] Mrs. Corney, fetch her...

I can only tell her... Don'’’t fuss so, Sal, please.

Try and go easy.

Courage, Bumble.

Courage!

Faint heart never won fair maid.

[knocking] Who is it?

It is I, Bumble.

I was performing my nightly run to the dormitories, when I saw your lights.

I... wondered if all was well.

One moment, Sir... [music box plays] Madam... Oh, Mr. Bumble... Madam?

Have you been crying?

I have added sugar, though I am sure you are quite sweet enough.

How very gallant you are, Mr. Bumble.

My... My dear Mrs. Corney, might you confide in me the reason why those delightful eyes of yours are so dewy with sadness?

I'’’m most unsuitably attired to confide in a gentleman.

And if the board should hear that I received a gentleman in the intimacy of me rooms, then they would dismiss me and I would find myself -cast out to add to my woes.

-Madam, do not upset yourself.

We shall not tell them.

Now, unburden yourself of your worries.

And be comforted.

Bumble is here.

It is nothing, Sir.

Just the travails that plague every poor widow who endures a life of penury and want, who'’’s friendless and alone, whose bed is cold and unwelcoming, whose very existence is as devoid of love as a desert is of orchards and peach trees...

But, '’’tis nothing, Sir.

Pray, leave me to me foolish tears!

I will do no such thing.

Mrs. Corney, I must confess you have been much in my thoughts and now, every fiber of my being demands to be heard.

My very soul cries out, I love you, Mrs. Corney!

-Oh!

-I say I love you!

If you will be Mrs. Bumble, you will never be friendless and alone again.

The bed shall be as warm as Sunday beef and in the desert of your heart, roses will bloom!

Oh, Mr. Bumble!

To be the wife of a Beadle!

Invited to parochial banquets!

It'’’s more than I ever dreamed!

Marry me, Madam, marry me!

I burst with ardor!

Oh, yes, Sir!

I am yours!

I have long dreamed of this... Mrs. Corney?

It'’’s Molly.

-You must come.

-Send her away.

I said I wasn'’’t to be disturbed!

I know, Ma'’’am, but it'’’s Sally.

She'’’s going.

And she insists on talking to you first.

Oh, Mr. Bumble, perhaps I'’’d better go and, er... Do your duty, Madam, do your duty.

Then come back to me and there will be more of such kisses.

Well?

This had better be good.

We have to be alone.

I can'’’t let no one else hear my sin.

Right.

What is it?

It was in this very room.

A young girl who died when her baby was born.

There'’’s enough silly girls with babies.

How am I supposed to remember this one?

Her name was Agnes.

And the baby'’’s name is Oliver Twist.

Oliver Twist?

There was a letter.

What letter?

A letter she asked me to send.

But I never, and I took something from her.

And I ain'’’t been able to live with what I done and I can'’’t die with it.

What did you take from her?

Under my pillow.

You must send the letter Mrs. Corney.

Promise me you'’’ll send it, '’’cause what I done to Oliver Twist and that young girl, it has haunted me.

You promise, Mrs. Corney?

Oh, I'’’ll see the items reach the interested parties.

Will God forgive me and have mercy on me?

How should I know?

Ask him when you see him.

Agnes...

I'’’m so sorry... [door opens] Oh, Bill, -what you done to him?

-I ain'’’t done nothin'’’ to him.

Guns and dogs, they had.

Oh!

He'’’s been shot?

Oh, darlin'’’!

Oh, yeah, yeah, he'’’s your darlin'’’.

Give him a cuddle, that'’’s right.

Never mind me, all night in a bleeding pond.

-I told him you'’’d keep him safe.

-I kept him alive!

Hardly, he'’’s covered in blood!

I could'’’ve just cracked his neck and dumped him.

You get him to Fagin.

Then get back here, bring another bottle.

I'’’m not your servant!

Do as you'’’re told.

Or else!

With a child in my arms, Bill?

A child in my arms.

Go on, get going.

Get '’’im out of '’’ere.

We are made, Bumble!

-We are made.

-Made?

The gentleman who came asking about Oliver Twist, Mr. Monks.

It seems I have found what he was looking for.

Admire your betrothed if you please, Sir.

-I beg your pardon?

-Admire me for the presence of mind I displayed in getting his address.

Oh and isn'’’t he a sly one?

"The Young Master" indeed.

I will write to him immediately.

Madam, that'’’s a private letter...

If Mr. Monks wishes to buy, then we must know the value of what we are selling.

If we do not, we cannot fix a price, can we, Mr. Bumble?

Shot?

[moans] He'’’s cold as ice, Fagin, he needs a bed.

In the eaves.

Right.

All right darlin'’’, you'’’re all right.

Go to work!

Now!

Get the quack, Dodger.

We should search all the markets, wherever there are children.

Sssh, someone'’’s coming down.

Good morning, Rose.

Thinking of your day'’’s shopping?

Oh, yes!

Gloves and lace and pretty things.

-Your shawl, Miss Rose.

-Allow me.

It makes me very happy, Rose, to see you indulging in all the normal frivolities of young ladies.

And why should I not, Mr. Edward?

I understood from my Grandfather that you had... a rather upsetting time with a street urchin, some ruffian boy?

Upsetting?

No, not at all.

As you can see, I am perfectly fine.

I'’’m very glad to hear it.

-Mrs. Bedwin, shall we go?

-Yes, Miss Rose.

Mr. Edward.

Well?

Flesh wound.

Superficial.

So he'’’ll live?

Who is to say, the injury is minor, but the infection... Well, infection can set in and turn red blood to green pus, pink limbs to putrifying stumps within a day.

Death is a blessed release from the agony.

He can hear you, you know!

Last one.

Leeches.

I have leeches.

How about a poultice, to draw away the poison?

Everything you'’’ve got.

I'’’ll pay.

Should he succumb to infection, give me first refusal on the cadaver.

I can get a very good price up the hospital.

Get out!

I'’’ll nurse him.

Can you go and see Bill for me, Fagin?

-Tell him I'’’m staying.

-Happy to, my dear.

Bill.

If he dies, Bill...

He is my treasure, my prize, my reward for keeping the faith, and if he dies because of you...

Shut up!

You kicked my dog.

He was provoking me.

You kicked my dog.

Nancy'’’s with the boy, she wanted you to know.

All right then, off you go.

Why you still here?

I'’’m trying to leave.

-Well, what'’’s stopping ya?

-You are, Bill.

Please, Bill, let me go.

Seeing as you want to go so much, let me help you.

Thank you, Bill.

Oh, look at the state of you!

I weren'’’t born to this.

I was meant for better.

When I'’’m rich, I won'’’t have to associate with people like you!

You won'’’t ever be rich, Fagin.

This is all you'’’re ever gonna be, a fat, stinking, '’’orrible little fence lying in the dirt.

You were meant for better?

Don'’’t make me laugh.

Well, we'’’ll see about that, won'’’t we, Bill?

Won'’’t we, my dear?

A lady?

What sort of lady?

Posh lady.

Young.

With a old'’’un.

Her mum, maybe.

What would a nice young lady want with our Nolly, eh?

Didn'’’t say nothing?

-Nah.

-Good boy.

[laughter] Nothing to them, neither.

Get your dinner.

-You in, Scraps?

-Yeah.

Come on.

Nance?

Why don'’’t you come down, Nance?

Sit by the fire?

We'’’ve drinks and cards going.

He'’’s got a fever.

Way I see it, Nance, he'’’ll either die or he'’’ll live.

Ain'’’t nothing you nor no one else can do about it.

Anyhow, he'’’s kipping.

So why don'’’t you come down?

Have a laugh, like we used to?

Nancy?

You ain'’’t her favorite no more, is ya, Dodge?

Been knocked right off your perch, my son.

Look at him, all broken-hearted.

He'’’ll be blubbing in a minute, "Oh, Nancy, why don'’’t you love me best no more?"

[kids laugh] Least I'’’ve got my teeth.

What girl'’’s gonna fancy you with your reeking, rotten mouth?

Got breath like an open grave.

Don'’’t bring it on unless you can handle it, Pearly.

Nice one Dodge.

Nice.

So sorry to keep you waiting.

And how was your day, Rose?

Did you get everything you needed?

Yes, I did, thank you, Uncle.

It was most enjoyable.

That'’’s curious then, for Edward visited the same shop, in the hope of finding you there.

And the haberdasher, the one with whom you'’’ve apparently spent most of the day, says you haven'’’t been to his shop for several months.

Mrs. Bedwin, would you care to explain?

Mrs. Bedwin is blameless.

I asked her to accompany me.

We have been trying to find Oliver.

What?

I have been looking and asking questions in the streets, in the poorer areas of the city, and and Mrs. Bedwin has been good enough to help me.

-He stole from us.

-No, he didn'’’t.

He stole and ran away.

And you go looking for him?

Anything could have happened to you!

I have to know where you are and whom you are with.

You know this!

Sir... Keeping me safe at home will not bring my sister back.

Knowing where I am every minute of the day will not make Agnes return.

I am doing everything in my power to bring your sister and her child home.

Dearest Uncle... ...Agnes is dead.

-No.

-She was my sister!

She would never have left me these ten long years without word.

She would not have done that.

Two hearts as one.

You bought us these lockets, Sir.

Two hearts as one, she would not have left me.

We wore them every day.

Agnes is dead.

And I pray, I pray we find her child, I do.

But in the meantime, Oliver is out there and something happened to him.

I will search for him and I will not stop until know he is safe, because he is not safe.

And you call him a thief, Sir, but I know he is not.

And if he ever were then we can only guess why, because you didn'’’t see him, and he had been thrashed, Sir.

Thrashed and beaten till his back was scarred!

A child!

This and worse happens to children every single day and we sit here eating soup!

We just sit here!

-Rose, you will make yourself ill. -I am not ill!

I'’’m angry!

I am so angry!

I'’’m sorry.

[door slams] Allow me to speak with her, Grandfather.

You must forgive my outburst, Sir, it was most ill-judged.

No forgiveness necessary.

Your passion thrilled me.

You thrill me, Rose.

I was wondering what better use could be made of that passion.

I beg your pardon, Sir?

Have you ever considered what will happen to you when my Grandfather passes away?

This house, everything in it, will belong to me.

And my sister'’’s child, Sir.

Of course.

But you could be mistress of this house.

We could live here together, as man and wife.

There is a... symmetry, isn'’’t there?

Your sister, my father, together all those years ago, and now, you, me.

They loved each other.

What they were to each other is not a reason for our marriage.

No, the reason for our marriage is that I desire it.

Do not keep touching me, Sir, I cannot endure it!

So... You'’’ll consider my proposal.

I shall go and tell my Grandfather you are calmer and contrite.

Oh, just, a... just a curl, come loose.

You see, Rose, someone in your position must learn to endure anything.

[door opens and closes] I'’’ll take that.

I am the young master, after all?

You are tough, Oliver.

This would'’’ve decked a man bigger than you and here you are, sitting up.

You'’’ll be dancing on tables tomorrow.

There.

You go to sleep now, yeah?

You'’’ll be here when I wake up?

Well, course I will.

Sleep tight.

Sweet dreams.

He'’’ll want checking on during the night, Fagin.

Fagin?

[laughter and commotion] I'’’m here.

Is it done?

Not yet.

I said I wanted Oliver Twist dead, and you agreed to do it.

But the boy still breathes.

Why?

As I told you, Mr. Monks, it will take time.

Neither of us wants to dance -on the end of a rope for murder!

-I don'’’t have time.

The situation has changed, Mr. Monks?

If you want me to perform this task for you, you have to tell me why it has suddenly become more urgent?

[glass breaks] I'’’ll leave London in the morning for Mudfog.

-There is evidence... -Evidence of what?

You don'’’t need to know any more.

I want the boy disposed of, I no longer care how you do it.

I return in two days.

If the boy is not dead, I will do it myself... and you will have no gold.

-Who did you spend the evening with?

-Bill, put me down!

-I know you'’’ve been doing something, What you been doing?

-I'’’ve been nursing the boy!

Don'’’t lie to me!

What you doing back so late?

Who you been seeing?

I keep it clean.

Look.

Look.

Look.

I thought you'’’d left me.

Thought you'’’d gone and left me.

I would never do that.

You'’’re my man, ain'’’t ya?

I'’’m your girl, yeah?

You and me, we'’’re together for always, yeah?

You ever cross me, Nance... You ever do anything to betray me, anything... Then I swear...

I'’’ll kill you.