Oliver Twist Page #5

He'll be a great man himself,

make you one too.

You go on this way...

...you'll be the greatest man

of the time.

Thank you very much, sir.

Lovely white apples.

Get your lovely apples.

Biggest cabbages in town.

Come on.

You mean that one

with the wide rim?

Too expensive.

Thief! Your handkerchief, sir.

Stop, thief!

Stop!

Thief!

-You're a thief!

-Get him!

-Stop him!

-Stop that boy!

Thief!

Stop, thief!

Thief!

Stop him!

Stop him!

Mind out.

Stop, thief!

There, over there.

That way!

-Stop, thief! Stop!

-Thief!

-What's your name, boy?

-Give him some air.

He's scared to death.

-Where's the gentleman?

-Here's the gentleman now.

-ls this the boy, sir?

-Yes, I'm afraid it is.

That's a good one.

Did you hear him, "afraid it is"?

-Poor fellow's hurt himself.

-Yeah, I did that, sir.

Hurt me knuckle against his mouth.

But I stopped him.

-Get up!

-lt wasn't me, sir. It wasn't me.

Of course it wasn't. It never is.

-Now get up.

-Don't hurt him.

Oh, no, sir, I won't hurt him.

This way, gentlemen.

This way, gentlemen.

-What's next?

-That is my name and address, sir.

Officer, who is this fellow?

-My name is Brownlow.

-Hold your tongue.

Officer, what's this fellow

charged with?

Oh, no, no. He's not charged,

Your Worship.

He appears against the boy.

-Swear him.

-Before I am sworn...

-...I must beg to say one word.

-Hold your tongue, sir.

-I will not, sir!

-Hold your tongue this instant.

You're an insolent,

impertinent fellow.

-How dare you bully a magistrate.

-What?

Swear this person.

I'll not hear another word. Swear him.

"l do solemnly swear to tell

the whole truth, so help me God."

-What's the charge against the boy?

-I was at a bookstore when--

Hold your tongue!

Where's the policeman?

Policeman, what is this?

Are there any witnesses?

-None, Your Worship.

-The boy is ill.

Oh, yes, I daresay.

Come along, you vagabond.

None of your tricks here.

What's your name?

What's your name,

you hardened scoundrel?

-Officer, what's his name?

-What's your name, boy?

Some water. Some water.

He says his name is Sam Waters,

Your Worship.

-Where does he live?

-Where do you live?

-Anywhere he can, Your Worship.

-Stuff and nonsense.

Don't try to make a fool out of me.

No, I think he really is ill,

Your Worship.

I know better,

or my name's not Fang.

Stand away, officer. He's shamming.

He stands committed

for three months.

Hard labor, of course.

Clear the office.

Stop. Stop, stop!

Don't take him away.

What is this? Who is this?

Turn this man out.

-Clear the office.

-I will not be turned out! I will speak!

I saw it all. I own the bookshop.

-I demand to be heard.

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