"Nolly!" "Good morning!" "Good morning, Mr Monks." "I thought we could speak more freely here." "I hope you don't find it too squalid." "Squalid?" "No, I rather like it." "This is fraying, sir." " I hadn't noticed." " Well, it is." "We could do with some new table linens." "They've not been replaced in, I don't know how long." "I need to do some shopping for this house." "Whatever you think best, Mrs Bedwin." "I'll go today." "There's no time like the present." "Might I accompany you, Mrs Bedwin?" "If you're going to the haberdasher's?" "If you permit, Uncle?" "She'll be with me, sir." "After breakfast, then, Miss Rose." "Might I enquire why you wish the boy to be disposed of?" "Is this some new sport that gentlemen are pursuing these days, sir?" "Oh, Mr Fagin, let's not muddy the waters with reasons and motives." " Very good, sir." " The issue is clear." "He must hang." "It's easy enough to get a pauper child hung." "Arrange it so that the boy is caught in a crime which guarantees the noose." "It may take time." "The right situation, the right circumstances..." "I leave the intricacies to you." "And, of course, the personal risk to myself is..." "I understand, Mr Fagin." "A life such as yours is not one of leisure and ease." "A man such as yourself, harried from place to place, jeered at, treated with suspicion and contempt, you could do with a friend." "I could be that friend." "And when the boy is cold in a convict's grave," "there will be more of these." "More than you can count." "Do we have a deal?" " We do, sir." " Good day, Mr Fagin." "Good day to you, Mr Monks." "And it is an honour and a pleasure to associate with such a gentleman, sir." "Come on, Nolly. 'Ave your scran." "I brought it over special." "It's a sausage." "You love a sausage." "Come on, Nolly, don't be like this." "I told you, if it kicks off when you're working, 'ave it on your toes." "I thought you was right behind me, didn't I?" "How was I to know you'd get grabbed by a Peeler?" "Next time, you'll know to run faster." "They were kind to me." "And now they'll think I'm a thief." "They'll think I stole off've 'em!" "What you worrying about them for?" "Rich people, they expect it." "Got plenty, more than enough." "We wouldn't get it if we asked for it." "End up starving." "So, we take." "And they won't think nothin' about yer, cos they'll have forgot about yer." "So do us a favour and leave it out with the strops cos you're starting to give me the royal 'ump." "That's it, mate." "Dig in, eh?" "Back where you belong." "With your muckers." "Be like that, then!" "See if I care!" "Edward!" " My dearest boy!" " Grandfather." "# Bene Israel... #" "# Bene Israel... #" "Never trust the goyim," "Ezekiel, never!" "Mr Monks wants no blood on his hands," "But as certain as our people ate bitter herbs, he will put the same cravat around my neck as he would around the boy's." "We must ask ourselves, Ezekiel... why would a man of means want the boy dead?" "Hm?" "Why does a man of means, we ask..." "Who wears a crested ring, who carries a cane topped in silver, whose boots are of the softest kidskin..." "Want a workhouse runaway to dangle through the trap door?" "I smell a mystery, Ezekiel." "If Mr Monks will pay handsomely to lose Oliver Twist, then it follows that someone else will pay handsomely to find him." "We have watched and we have waited, Ezekiel, for God to provide, and he has!" "I knew there was something special about young Nolly." "I will keep him from danger and deliver him safely as his protector." "There will be no blood on these hands, oh, no, only a crested ring on my finger." "The only cravat around my neck will be of finest silk, and you, Ezekiel you will have a gilded cage!" "I was sorry to leave you so suddenly when you sent me to the court to plead the pickpocket's case." "I must have gone to the wrong sessions." "And then I received word that may have helped our search and I had to pursue it." "I am only sorry I do not have happier news to return with." "Grandfather, this... search has gone on for such a time." "I am concerned about your health." "No, I won't give up." "So long as you are happy to act on my behalf." "Of course." "You shouldn't even need to ask." "Your compassion is a standard to which I constantly aspire." "Would that I had been more compassionate ten years ago." "We will find Agnes and her child." "I am very proud of you." "Your father would have been very proud of you." "Fine son for a man to have." "Dodger..." "Nolly, my dear?" "He shut me in... and he's taken Nolly." "Let's get us a little drink, Fagin, eh?" "Thank you." "Stop picking at yourself, yeah, or I will give you something to really bleat about." "There was no call to put the cosh on Dodger, Bill." "It'll do 'im good." "Death to all judges." "L'Chayim!" "Where is young Nolly, then?" "Don't you fret about him, he's cushty." "What've you got going on, then, Fagin?" "Nothing." "If that boy was gonna blow on us, he'd have done it in court." "But you... had to get him back, stick him in a cellar, and guard him" " like the Crown bleeding' jewels." " Bill, please!" "Please!" "So suspicious and distrustful." "I just wanted to make certain that the boy wouldn't peach on us." "That's all." "Right." "Then you won't mind if I... use him for a spot of business, then?" " A spot of business?" " Drum I've had my eye on." "He'll come in handy." "He's little, see." " They can get in anywhere." " I'll go with you Mr Sikes." "I'm handy." "Go on. ***." "You want to take the boy with you?" "Best way to stop him peaching on us is to make him one of us, hm?" "Unless of course there's some reason you don't want him doing what he's meant for?" "No, none at all." "Although I would like to see the boy." "To check on his wellbeing." "Out of a genuine fondness I have for him, as I do for all my boys, hm?" "Oh, yeah." "Come on, then." "Get home, Dodge." "Excuse me..." "I wonder if you can help us?" "We're looking for a boy." "Hear that?" "She's looking for a boy." "How 'bout me, darlin'?" "Will I do?" "Nah, you stick with me," " I'll sort you right out." " How dare you?" "!" "Oh, I don't fancy yours much, she's a right old boiler!" "I'll have little Missy!" "Come along, Miss Rose." " You've got me all sweaty now!" " Disgraceful!" "Everything up to scratch, is it?" "He had a jacket." "And now he don't." "And boots." "Where are his boots?" "You got a drink out of 'em." "Anyhow, boots make a noise." "Bare feet don't make a whisper." "All right, are you," " Nolly, my dear?" " Of course he's all right." "Little 'un here's a scrapper." "Caught him having a row with Dodger, chucked a plate at him." "He's well able for himself..." "Ain't yer, mate?" "A little scrapper." "Proper little brawler." "Look at 'im!" "Don't even flinch." "Why ain't you scared of me, boy?" "I've seen worse than you." "Worse than me, eh?" "There ain't no worse than me." "Just ain't." "I am the very worst." "Bill, leave him!" "All right, touchy!" "I'm just having a laugh." "Right, you seen him." "You can trot off now." "Gonna get me head down for a bit." "Wake us up later, Nance, hm?" "Don't go chucking too much down your neck and passing out yourself, you hear?" "I hear ya." "Moody mare." "Nolly, my dear..." "This is very important." "When you go out tonight with Mr Sikes, you must do exactly what he says." "Hm?" "Exactly." "Mr Sikes is a most... intemperate man, and we all want to see you again in the morning, don't we?" "Understand, don't you?" "Good boy." "Sorry." "I wanted to leave you where you was, cross my heart I did." "I swear on everything." "I never wanted this." " I know." " You do?" "You're not just saying that?" "I'll get your shoes cleaned." "Now upstairs with you, and get changed." "I'll send up some hot water for you." "Thank you." "Go on, Miss Rose, before the master notices." "And you can mind your own, Lizzie!" "Miss Rose." "Sir!" "My apologies." "I did not mean to make you jump." "I wasn't expecting to see you." " What a pleasant surprise." " The pleasure is all mine." "A walk in the park." "Mud." "The delights of nature." "Yes, sir." "Excuse me, I must get changed." "Miss Rose?" "Sir?" "You do not ask if my trip was profitable, if I have any news of your sister and her child?" " Oh, did you...?" " Sadly, no." "But we live in hope." "Yes, sir." "I wasn't ***." "I wouldn't want to get you in trouble." " Where would I go?" " True enough." "Don't know what's in it." "They said it was mutton, but it's more likely cat!" "It smells nice, anyhow." "What did you get for yourself today, Rose?" "There were a couple of very pretty pieces of lace." "I couldn't make up my mind." "I'll return tomorrow with Mrs Bedwin." "I would be happy to go with you, Miss Rose." "I could help you make your selection of which lace best suits you." "Good idea, Edward!" "Mrs Bedwin has enough to keep her occupied." "Tomorrow then, Miss Rose." " I shall look forward to it." " I would be honoured to have your company, Mr Edward, but" "I also require some items particular to a lady's wardrobe and..." "I'm sure you appreciate it would be more seemly for me to be accompanied by a woman." "Another time." "To you, Grandfather." "To you, Miss Rose." "And to those absent from us, who, we pray, will return home soon." "Why were you rowing with Dodger?" "Weren't his fault, you know, running away." " It's not that." " What, then?" " He told." " Told what?" "It was all in the letter." "The letter that got me back here." "I can't read nor write, Oliver, so I wouldn't know." "It was about my mother." "Saying if I wanted to find out about her," "I should come and meet someone who could tell me what she was like." "The only person I told about her was Dodger, cos I thought we was friends." "And he told them." "Fagin," "Sikes." "Told them my secret." "You don't tell on friends." "No." "You don't." " You never knew her, then?" " She died when I was born." "I never knew mine neither." " Don't you wanna find out?" " No, I don't." "Not one little bit." "I do." "You wouldn't have said anything, would you?" "You'd have kept it a secret." "I would." "You know what I reckon?" "I reckon she was lovely." "And beautiful." "And gentle." "That's what I reckon." "And you might not know her, but she knows you." "She's a star in the sky, darlin'." "That's what she is." "I'd best wake Bill up." "Nancy..." "I don't wanna do this." "I don't wanna go anywhere with him." "He'll take care of yer." "And the more useful you are to him, the better care he'll take." "He ain't a bad man, Oliver." "He's just Bill." "Will we fetch the doctor, Mrs Corney?" "What do you want to go bothering him for?" "She coughs blood." "And how do we know she coughs it?" "She could've cut her arm and put the blood on a rag." "Instead she coughs it." "It's a well-known trick deployed by malingerers." "Anything to avoid work." "Put a poultice on her chest." "She'll be all right." "Don't bother me again." " Bit of a tight squeeze, isn't it, sir?" " Oh, it is, madam." "We could be stuck here all night." "Now, if I just... wriggle a bit." "There we are." " Sorry, madam..." " Oh, never apologise, sir, for having an imposing and masculine frame." "By damn, Bumble, she is a ripe plum, and yours for the plucking, sir." "Yours... for the plucking." "If anyone should be going out to work with Mr Sikes, ain't Nolly, it's me." " I'm next in line." " Hush, Dodge." "I mean, what's going on here, eh?" "I'm bein' passed over, Fagey." "And it ain't right, I'm tellin' yer." "I'm keen." "I'm mustard." "Got ambition, ain't I?" "And I'm sat here, twiddling my thumbs like an old woman." "And I'll tell Mr Sikes so," " straight to his face, I will." " Dodger, my dear..." " You see if I don't..." " Hush!" "Now, you get through this, and let me through the front, hm?" "Don't take all night about it." "Move yourself." " Mrs Carney..." " No, Sal, it's Molly." "I got a poultice for your chest," " set you to rights." " Mrs Corney..." "She ain't to be troubled." "I can't die without telling..." "Who's talking about dying?" "Try and be a bit cheerful, Sal." "The letter..." "The locket..." "'Oliver Twist...'" " Move." " What...?" "Transcript:" "SimonP" " Synchro:" "Tagne"