[theme music playing] Keep in line, ungrateful brats.

He arrives tonight.

Then we must prepare ourselves.

I'’’ll do the talking.

What shall I do?

You, Bumble, you shall be my valiant protector.

And by this evening, Sir, we will be rich.

[theme continues] Where d'’’you think you'’’re going, eh?

I was going to see how Oliver is.

He can wait.

No, Bill, I told him I'’’d be there when he woke up.

What is it with you and that boy?

I just like him, that'’’s all.

Maybe I should'’’ve got shot.

Then you'’’d be looking after me.

I looked after you plenty, Bill Sikes.

You get enough looking after from me.

Go on then.

[moans] What?

Bill?

Do you love me?

Do ya?

You think you can catch me out cause I'’’m half-kip?

Do ya, though?

Don'’’t start this now, yeah?

Go on, I'’’ll see ya later.

Don'’’t stay out all hours like last night.

You'’’re going, Edward?

Simply personal business, Grandfather, should not take too long.

It'’’s selfish of me, in pursuing my search, you were forced to neglect your own affairs.

I should do more.

What if Agnes were to hear that you were looking for her?

Time has passed, she may have forgotten all that I said.

And if she hasn'’’t?

The risk of her running away again is simply too high.

I am happy to be your ambassador in this.

And I know you like to keep close to Rose.

Edward, what Rose said last night about Agnes being dead... Rose was upset and I'’’m sure that she regrets those words today.

Safe journey.

All right, Nance?

Nance... Come on, Dodge.

You'’’re early, my dear.

Nolly had a good night, looking much brighter.

-Would you like a bite to eat?

-No.

Sorry, don'’’t mean to hurt ya, darlin'’’.

S'’’all right.

Tell you what, take your mind off it, why don'’’t you tell me about that house you were staying in.

What was they called again?

Rose, Mr. Brownlow and Mrs. Bedwin.

She looks after them.

The food'’’s lovely.

And their house, -what did the house look like?

-There were books.

And a piano.

And the kitchen was really warm.

I mean the outside, darlin'’’.

In your head, make like you and me was walking right up to it.

Alright?

Ready to go in.

Does the front door have a color?

Blue.

Like a dark blue.

And the knocker'’’s in the shape of a lion.

A lion?

Well, how d'’’you like that?

Right, that'’’s it.

All done for now.

I got to run a little errand, but I'’’ll be back soon.

Leaving already, my dear?

Things to do.

I'’’ll take good care of him when you'’’ve gone.

All right.

Very nice.

Decent.

Misfortune befell his other suit, but... we bought new clothes for the boy.

Oh, yes.

We are poor, but honorable.

They will be so very grateful for his return, my dear.

Soon, Ezekiel, soon.

Deliverance from all this.

It is so close.

Uncle, I said terrible things to you, things I truly regret.

I'’’m sorry.

You'’’ve no need to apologize to me.

Let'’’s not talk of it again, it'’’s a new day.

Uncle, I would like your permission -to continue looking for Oliver.

-Rose!

-We could ask someone for help.

-The boy is gone!

-Why persist in this?

-I have to try.

Please?

I will discuss it with Edward when he returns.

We will ask his advice.

My grandson is very fond of you, Rose.

Yes, Uncle, he... spoke to me.

-He mentioned marriage, but... -Did he?!

Oh, Rose.

You would never want for anything, ever again.

Sir?

This just came through the door for you and Miss Rose.

"Dear Mr. Brownlow and Miss Rose..." Did you have a good journey, Sir?

-Shut up, you fool.

-Yes, Sir.

You have the items?

I do.

Show them to me.

Oliver, wake up.

Wake up...

I'’’ve got something for you.

Listen to me.

I want you to take this.

Hide it.

Keep it with ya, don'’’t tell no-one you'’’ve got it.

Anyone comes to ya in the night, anyone who ain'’’t me, you stick '’’em.

Hear me?

You stick '’’em.

Wait.

I don'’’t...

I need you to keep shtoom.

Make like you'’’re sleeping, but anyone comes on ya, you stick '’’em and you keep on sticking '’’em.

Nancy.

Sleep, please.

For me.

I'’’m going to get you out of here.

I'’’m going to get you back to where there'’’s books and sunshine coming through the windows.

Sleeping, is he, my dear?

He is.

Nance?

Is everything all right?

No problems with Bill?

Mm?

Not everything in this life is about Bill Sikes.

I don'’’t live in his pocket.

Nor no-one else'’’s, neither.

She'’’s changed.

She has.

Won'’’t meet our eyes.

Won'’’t stop and talk.

What does that mean?

"She don'’’t live in Bill'’’s pocket'’’?"

Maybe she has a new fancy man.

Well, women is fickle, Fagey.

She'’’s the only one who could keep the leash on Bill.

Be the worse for all of us if she does leave him.

Sikes running mad could ruin it all.

Go after.

Light-footed and secret, my Dodge.

-Rose, go back to the carriage.

-I will not, Sir.

And please, do not say it again because I am staying.

No one.

This is a trick.

-Who'’’s there?

-You'’’re scaring her.

Hello.

Are you Miss Rose?

I am.

And your name?

I'’’m Nancy.

Give them to me.

How much?

Pass it to Mr. Bumble.

Thank you, Sir, very generous, Sir.

A half sovereign, Madam.

Not enough.

The items are worthless.

They are of sentimental value only, shame on you madam, for charging a fee to restore a family'’’s property.

Worthless?

Why, Mr. Monks, I would not call this letter worthless.

A young lady, ward to a rich elderly gentleman falls in love with his son, a man who already has a child of his own and find that she'’’s carrying that gentleman'’’s child out of wedlock.

It'’’s like something you might see on the London stage, Sir.

Very gripping, it was.

And ever so sad, so much tragic death.

There'’’s poor young Agnes Leeford and the father of this baby, also sadly deceased... Would he be your own father, Mr. Monks?

Or should I call you by your real name, Edward Brownlow?

Very scandalous.

Seems the rich are as unable to control themselves as the poor.

Very dirty story.

But sift through the dirt... ...and you find gold.

Is that what'’’s at the bottom of all this, Sir?

Money?

What a squalid mind you have, Madam.

Squalid it may be, but I'’’m never too far off the mark.

I see so much of human life you see, Sir, and you look to me like a man with expectations.

And this young Oliver Twist, if he were to be found, would he be sharing those expectations with you?

[whispers] Ouch.

Oh, to have your inheritance halved by a workhouse bastard.

That must cut like a knife.

This letter'’’s far from worthless, Sir.

Give it to me.

Forty guineas and it'’’s yours.

No.

Very good, Sir, let'’’s haggle, Sir.

Some friendly bartering.

Forty guineas.

I could always send it to the person it was meant for.

My windpipe!

-Give me the letter.

-Forty guineas.

Madam!

Give him the letter!

I'’’m choking!

Forty guineas.

Give me the letter, or I will tear his face off... and you can feed it to your starving orphans.

Forty guineas.

He never run away from ya, we trapped him, we took him back.

Why haven'’’t you brought Oliver back to us?

You don'’’t know nothing, do ya?

There'’’s no bargain to be made here.

I will offer a small reward, that'’’s all.

I'’’m risking everything -and you think I want a few coins?

-Of course not!

-We just want to know that Oliver'’’s safe.

-He ain'’’t.

You have to help him.

There are those who want him dead.

Dead?

-The boy has nothing.

-There'’’s a man called Fagin, he'’’s to arrange it for a man called Monks.

Monks?

He'’’s the one that wants Oliver dead.

He'’’s a gentleman, like yourself.

He dresses nicely, speaks proper.

He'’’s got a red mark going all up his neck and face there.

Uncle.

No!

No, it can'’’t be.

Don'’’t tell me what it can and can'’’t be!

I tell ya, I saw him.

I heard '’’em!

Monks wants Oliver dead.

-You'’’re lying.

-Why would I lie?

[groans] I will take the letter and both your lives, and it will mean nothing to me, I will leave you in a pool of your own blood and deny I was ever here.

As a gentleman, what reason would I have to visit a workhouse?

So rather than argue the value of a letter, value instead... what your lives are worth.

For in this very minute, they hang in the balance.

Give me the letter.

That is a clever girl.

No, not the parish register, Sir.

How will we know who'’’s been born and who'’’s died?

He'’’s gone to some place called Mudfog, he said, for evidence and when he comes back, it'’’s to happen.

There'’’s a workhouse at Mudfog.

It was on the list that you gave Edward.

Edward is nothing to do with this!

What you talking about some Edward for?

Monks is the name.

You'’’re not listening to me!

-We are.

-He'’’s coming back tomorrow.

Fagin'’’s to have the job done or this man Monks will do it himself.

I'’’d bring him to you, but I can'’’t, you have to go and get him.

Just tell us what to do.

I'’’ll tell you how to find Fagin'’’s place, but you have to promise me something.

If I can.

That you go the earliest light of dawn, because...

There'’’s someone I have to keep out of it and I know he'’’ll be with me by then.

I promise.

This is a hoax.

-Rose.

-He don'’’t believe me, he ain'’’t going to help Oliver.

He will.

I'’’ll talk to him.

I'’’ll make him.

How do we find this Fagin'’’s house?

St Giles, Cripplegate, there'’’s a tanner.

Up the stairs.

There'’’s door with three locks.

You'’’ll find Oliver inside.

-I'’’ve gotta go now.

-If you should need a friend... -Don'’’t go against your word.

-We won'’’t.

Thank you, Miss Nancy.

That'’’s what Oliver called me.

He called me Miss.

I won'’’t see him again, now.

You remember me well to him, will ya?

Always.

Always, I promise you.

I said, now, Rose!

Well, it'’’s not forty guineas, but it'’’s enough for a wedding dress.

I think the money would be better spent on a doctor for my injuries, which are extensive!

I am having doubts as to whether we will have need of a wedding dress at all!

Doubts?

You were not wifely, Madam!

I was choked, my nostrils near torn asunder and all you cared for was forty guineas!

Oh, Bumble, how can you say such things to your beloved, of course I was worried near to death for you.

You did a very fine job of convincing me otherwise!

He hypnotized me, Sir!

He had the eyes of a snake!

I couldn'’’t look nowhere else, I swear he'’’s the very devil and I was terrified.

All I could think of was being back in your arms.

My heart was hammering, Sir... Can you feel it, pounding away?

Like a trapped bird, it is... Go on, feel...

It is pounding, isn'’’t it?

Yes, Madam.

Oh, I'’’m so weak and silly, Sir.

I am still your little bunny, aren'’’t I?

Yes, Madam.

And I can still have the best wedding dress, can'’’t I?

My little bunny must have whatever she wants.

Bill?

How you can believe a woman like that?

-A woman like what?

-Isn'’’t it obvious?

A woman of the streets, a prostitute.

Or just poor.

A poor woman who didn'’’t ask for any reward.

And I do believe her.

My grandson, whom I love and trust, is not capable of assuming a false name, of imagining vile deeds.

The Edward you know is not the one I know.

Lies.

All of it, lies.

Why would a wealthy man want a child dead?

Because Oliver is Agnes'’’s child!

That'’’s what Edward has discovered.

Oliver is Agnes'’’ child.

He must be.

He has to be.

Why else would it matter so much?

Uncle, you love and trust Edward, but I do not.

He'’’s threatened me with being cast out if I don'’’t agree to be his wife.

He wouldn'’’t.

-You must have misunderstood.

-You have to go to this place.

You have to do everything Nancy said and if she is lying, which she isn'’’t, but if she is, then Oliver won'’’t be there, there won'’’t be a man called Fagin, no one will have heard of a Mr. Monks and Edward is innocent.

If that is the case, if Nancy is lying, then I will never speak of Oliver again.

And even though he is repugnant to me, I will marry Edward.

Fagey, it'’’s worse than you reckon!

-Ain'’’t no new fancy man.

-Dodge!

Nancy'’’s peached!

The peelers will be on us!

-Dodger, you must be wrong.

-I ain'’’t got it wrong!

She'’’s peached, I tell ya!

Given names!

Blown on us.

None too savage, Bill.

I'’’m sure it can be explained.

This is Nancy!

None too savage!

There you are, was wondering where you'’’d got to, tom-catting around.

Bill... Bill, listen to me, listen...

I kept you out, I kept you out.

I kept you out.

I swear.

I swear, Bill.

Listen, no, I kept you out.

Please Bill, no!

Don'’’t, don'’’t!

No!

No!

No!

Don'’’t!

Don'’’t!

No!

No!

[thud] What was he doing here?

He was looking for her.

You'’’ll only get a smashing yourself, Dodge.

I don'’’t care.

Peelers.

Peelers are coming.

We must be swift.

Ezekiel.

Get up.

You'’’re all right.

Get up.

I warned you.

I warned you enough times what would happen if you crossed me.

And what do you go and do?

You can'’’t say I didn'’’t warn you, '’’cause I did!

That'’’s enough now.

Go on.

Get up.

It weren'’’t that bad!

You'’’ll be all right.

Get up, Nance.

Nancy?

I'’’ll stick ya!

You come near me and I'’’ll stick ya so I will!