Oliver Twist Page #4

out of my pocket, dear?

Yes, sir.

See if you can take it

without my feeling it.

- Is it gone?

- Yes, here it is.

Ah, you clever boy.

Here's a shilling for you.

Oh, thank you, sir.

If you go on this way, you'll be

the greatest man of the time.

He'll do.

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief! Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief! Stop!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

- Stop, thief!

- Thief! Thief!

Give him some air.

He don't deserve it.

- Is this the boy, sir?

- Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Afraid?

That's a good 'un.

Poor little fellow.

He's hurt himself.

I did that, sir.

I stopped him.

I cut my knuckles

against his mouth.

Come on, get up!

Make way there!

Make way!

- Come on!

- Don't hurt him, officer.

Oh, no, I won't. Come on, you devil.

Hold the noise!

Do you wanna get grabbed?

I can't help it.

I can't help it.

What'll Fagin say?

Where's Oliver?

Where's the boy?

What's become of the boy?

Speak or I'll throttle you!

Let go of me!

The traps have got him,

and that's all about it.

What's it all about, Fagin?

It's lucky the pot didn't hit me,

or I might have settled someone.

Come in, Mr. Sikes.

Come in.

None of your mister-ing.

You know my name.

Come in, you sneakin' cur.

What're you hangin' about there for?

Go on, get in, will ya?

Will you take

a drink, Bill?

See ya don't

poison it, neither.

Here.

What's he been up to?

Ill-treatin' the boys again, eh?

You avaricious offense.

- You seem out of humor, Bill.

- Yeah, maybe I am.

And you seem kind of out of sorts too.

What's in the wind, Fagin?

It's the new boy.

The traps have got him.

What of it?

He may say something

that'll get us into trouble.

That's very likely.

You're blowed upon, Fagin.

I'm afraid, you see,

if the game was up with us,

it might be up

with a good many more.

It would come out rather worse for you

than it would for me.

Wouldn't it, my dear?

Oh, dear.

Somebody ought to go and find out

what's going on at the police court.

Somebody ought

to go there, Fagin!

Go on.

Charlie.

- And about time too.

- Ah, Nancy.

- The very thing. She's a clever girl.

- Here's to her.

- Nancy will go, won't you, my dear?

- Wheres?

Only just to the police court, my dear.

What do you say?

That it won't do, Fagin,

so it's no use you tryin' it on.

- What do you mean by that?

- Well, what'd I say, Bill?

You're the only one for it. No one

around here knows anything about you.

And as I don't want 'em to neither, it's

rather more no than yes with me, Bill.

She'll go, Fagin.

Oh, no, she won't, Fagin.

Oh, yes, she will, Fagin.

Yes?

Is there a little boy here?

- Who are you?

- His sister

You'll have to wait.

The case is on now.

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