Oliver Twist Page #3

It's not madness, ma'am.

It's meat.

- Let me out! Let me out!

- What?

Meat, ma'am. If you'd kept the boy on

gruel, this would never have happened.

What's the meaning of this?

Young Twist has turned

vicious, sir.

- Tried to murder me, sir.

- He nearly killed the missus!

- You're a nice young fellow, ain't ya?

- He said things about my mother.

- By all accounts, she deserved them!

- That's a lie!

Don't spare him, now.

Don't spare him.

Get up to bed.

He comes from a bad

family, sir.

Excitable natures,

Mrs. Sowerberry.

That mother of his made her way

here against difficulties and pain...

that would have killed

any well-disposed woman weeks before.

My parochial apologies, sir.

Twenty guineas, sir!

Twenty guineas. Did I hear

twenty-two. Twenty-two guineas, sir.

And it stands at 22!

Time is running out, gentlemen!

- Stayin' in London?

- Yes.

- Got any lodgings?

- No.

- Money?

- No.

- Hungry?

- Yes.

Follow me.

Come here!

- Who's travelin'?

- A new pal.

Come in.

Wait 'ere.

Do you want 'im?

Come on in.

'Ere he is, Fagin.

My friend Oliver Twist.

Very glad to see you, Oliver.

Very. Aren't we, my dears?

- Yes!

- How far have you come?

I've been walking

for seven days.

- Walking for seven days?

- Beak's order, eh?

Do you know what

the beak is, my dear?

A bird's mouth, sir.

Sit down, all of you!

A beak is a magistrate,

my dear.

Dodger, take out

the sausages.

Sit down, Oliver.

There're a great many of them,

ain't there, my dear?

- Yes, sir.

- We just looked them out for the wash.

I hope you've

been at work, Dodger.

I 'ave.

Good boy.

Good boy.

And free wipes.

Ingenious worker,

ain't he, Oliver?

Very indeed, sir.

You'd like to make

pocket handkerchiefs...

as easily as the Artful Dodger,

wouldn't you, my dear?

- Yes, if you teach me, sir.

- We will, my dear, we will.

To work.

Terry, Fred.

Sit down.

Charlie, Dodger.

Oliver.

Oliver.

Clever dogs.

Clever dogs.

Never blowed on old Fagin.

Why are you awake?

Speak up, boy, quick!

I couldn't sleep

any longer, sir.

- What have you seen?

- Nothing, sir.

You were not awake

an hour ago?

No, no indeed, sir.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, sir.

Tsk, tsk, my dear.

I only tried to frighten you.

Did you see any of those

pretty things, dear?

Yes, sir.

They're, uh, they're

mine, Oliver...

all I have to live on

in my old age.

They call me a miser.

May I get up now, sir?

Certainly, dear.

Certainly.

They've gone to work, Oliver.

Make 'em your models.

Do everything they bid you do.

Take their advice in all things.

Especially

the Artful Dodger's.

He'll be a great man himself one day

and will make you one too.

Is my handkerchief hanging

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