Oliver Twist Page #3

I don't want no beggars here.

Go on!

Get off! Or I'll put the dog on you!

I haven't much,

but you're more than welcome to it.

Be careful, it's hot.

Seeing you gave me such a turn.

My eyes ain't what they were.

But...

...I just thought for a moment....

Why are you on the road at all,

a little mite like you?

-Where are you headed?

-London, ma'am.

London?

London.

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Hello, my man.

And what's your game?

You're not from these parts?

Where you from, then?

I've been walking. Seven days.

Seven days? Cor.

I expect you want grub?

And you shall have it.

I'm at a low-water mark meself

just at the moment...

...but I'll fork out and stump.

Come on, up with you, on your pins.

And these won't get out again?

Thank you very much.

Oh, by the by...

...my name is Jack Dawkins,

better known as the Artful Dodger.

Oliver Twist.

Why are you known as

the Artful Dodger?

That's why.

Got any lodgings?

Money?

I suppose you want someplace

to sleep tonight, don't you?

Baby newt.

Buy a baby newt, 4 pennies.

I expect you walking for so long

was a beak's order.

-What does that mean?

-Don't you know what a beak is?

-A bird's mouth, isn't it?

-Cor, you are green.

A beak's a magistrate, my son.

Where you been all your life?

Get off me, you!

That's it, you asked for it.

Come back here.

I wanna talk to you.

Lucky heather.

--from where I am, mate,

I'm telling you.

Go home!

Get off of that!

Go back home!

-Now then.

-Plummy and slam.

-There's two of you. Who's he?

-A new pal.

-Where'd he come from?

-Greenland.

-ls the old one there?

-Upstairs, sorting the wipes.

This is him, Fagin.

My new friend, Oliver Twist.

Well, well, Oliver Twist.

I hope I have the honor

of a more intimate acquaintance.

We're very glad to see you, Oliver.

Very.

Dodger, take off the sausages...

...and let's make a space

at the table for Oliver.

You were staring at the

pocket handkerchiefs, eh, my dear?

There's a good many of them,

ain't there?

We've just looked them out,

ready for the wash.

That's all, my dear.

Blow it.

Hot. Blow it.

Now then, Oliver,

what you must have...

...is a hot gin and water.

Warms the cockles.

Only, drink it quick because another

of these gentlemen wants the tumbler.

He's such a nice lad.

I have a feeling he'll turn out

a hard worker.

Yeah, a hard worker.

Oliver?

Oliver?

Clever dogs.

Clever dogs.

Fine fellows.

All fine fellows.

Fine fellows.

Fine fellows.

Fine fellows.

Fine fellows.

What do you watch me for?

Why are you awake?

What have you seen?

Speak out, boy!

Quick. Quick, or it's your life!

I wasn't able to sleep

any longer, sir.

I'm very sorry if I disturbed you.

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