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Movie Date: September 26, 1968


Is it worth the waiting for

if we live till                       

All we ever get is gruel                    

Every day we say a prayer

Will they change the bill of fare                    

Still we get the same old gruel                    

There is not a crust

Not a crumb can we find                    

Can we beg

can we borrow or cadge                    

But there's nothing to stop us

from getting a thrill                    

When we all close our eyes                    

And imagine                     

Food, glorious food                     

Hot sausage and mustard                     

While we're in the mood                     

Cold jelly and custard                     

Peas, pudding and saveloys                     

What next is the question                     

Rich gentlemen have it, boys                     

Indigestion                     

Food

We're anxious to try it                     

Three banquets a day                     

Our favorite diet                     

Just picture a great big steak

Fried, roasted or stewed                     

Oh, food, wonderful food

Marvelous food, glorious food                     

Food, glorious food                     

Don't care what it looks like                     

Burned, underdone, crude                     

Don't care what the cook's like                     

Just thinking of growing fat                     

Our senses are reeling                     

One moment of knowing that                     

Full up feeling                     

Food, glorious food                     

What wouldn't we give for                     

That extra bit more                     

That's all that we live for                     

Why should we be fated to do

nothing but brood on food                     

Magical food

Wonderful food                     

Marvelous food

Heavenly food                     

Beautiful food                     

Glorious                     

Food                     

For what you're about to receive                     

May the Lord

make you truly thankful                     

Amen



  

                   

Go on. Go on.



  

                   

Please, sir,

I want some more.



  

                   

What?



  

                   

Please, sir...



  

                   

I want some more?



  

                   

More?



  

                   

- Catch him!

- Snatch him!



  

                   

- Hold him!

- Scold him!                     

- Pounce him, trounce him

- Pick him up and bounce him



  

                   

Wait!                     

Before we take the lad to task                     

May I be so curious                     

As to ask his name                     

Oliver



  

                   

Oliver Twist, Mr. Bumble.

You named him so yourself.



  

                   

So that's who he is.                     

Oliver, Oliver

Never before has a boy wanted more                     

Oliver, Oliver                     

Won't ask for more

when he knows what's in store                     

There's a dark, thin, winding stairway

without any bannister                     

Which we'll throw him down                     

And feed him cockroaches

served in a canister                     

Oliver, Oliver, what will he do

when he's turned black and blue                     

He will rue the day

somebody named him Oliver                     

Oliver, Oliver

Never before has a boy wanted more                     

Oliver, Oliver, won't ask for more

when he knows what's in store                     

There's a long, thin, winding stairway

without any bannister                     

Which we'll throw him down                     

And feed him cockroaches

served in a canister                     

Oliver, Oliver                     

What, heavens pray

will the governors say                     

They will lay the blame

on the one                     

Who named him                     

Oliver



  

                   

- Get out!

- Out!                     

One boy                     

Boy for sale                     

He's going cheap



  

                   

How much?                     

Only seven guineas



  

                   

How much?                     

That or thereabout                     

Fine boy                     

Boy for sale                     

He's yours to keep                     

For one thousand pennies                     

You can work it out                     

That's four pounds, three and four

slightly under four guineas                     

- Knocked down from seven guineas

- Three pounds, ten shillings.                     

Three pounds what, sir                     

Certainly not, sir                     

Any advance

on three pounds, ten then                     

Going                     

Going                     

Gone                     

I could not say                      

He isn't very greedy                      

I dare not

I'd be telling you                      

A tale                      

One boy                      

Boy for sale                      

Come take a peek                      

Have you ever seen as nice                      

A boy                      

For sale



   

                   

How much did you say?



   

                   

Only three guineas, Mr. Sowerberry.

A bargain if ever there was one.



   

                   

I was looking for a boy.



   

                   

Bring him in, Mr. Bumble.

Bring him in.



   

                   

My love...



   

                   

I said we might consider taking this boy

to help in the shop.



   

                   

Dear me!

He's very small.



   

                   

He is small, there's no denying.

But he'll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry.



   

                   

I dare say he will...



   

                   

on our vitals and drink.



   

                   

These workhouse boys always cost

more than they're worth.



   

                   

- Where did he come from?

- Mother came to us destitute.



   

                   

She brings a child into the world, takes

one look at him and promptly dies...



   

                   

without leaving

a forwarding name and address.



   

                   

So he's yours for three guineas

as agreed, cash on delivery.



   

                   

No, no, Mr. Bumble.



   

                   

Cash upon liking.

A week on approval.



   

                   

If we get enough work out of him...



   

                   

without putting too much food into him,

then we'll keep him.



   

                   

He can help Noah Claypole

put the shutters up. Do you hear, Noah?



   

                   

Then he can clean the stables,

fill the lamps and sweep the yard.



   

                   

I'll look after him.



   

                   

It occurred to me that he'd make

a delightful coffin follower.



   

                   

That expression of melancholy.



   

                   

It's very interesting,

don't you think so, my love?



   

                   

I don't mean

a regular coffin follower...



   

                   

to attend grown-up people.



   

                   

No. Just for children's funerals.



   

                   

A mute in proportion, so to speak.



   

                   

Precisely.



   

                   

Superb effect,

don't you think so, my love?



   

                   

You think you could look

like that gentleman up there?



   

                   

Perhaps, if I had a tall hat.



   

                   

There's Oliver!



   

                   

How's your mother, workhouse?



   

                   

You leave my mother out of it.



   

                   

She's dead.



   

                   

What'd she die of?

Shortage of breath?



   

                   

You better not say anything

about her to me.



   

                   

Don't you be cheeky, workhouse.



   

                   

Your mother!

She was a nice one.



   

                   

- A regular bad one she was.

- What did you say?



   

                   

It's good she died when she did 'cause

she'd been in prison doing hard labor.



   

                   

You murderous little wretch!

What are you doing?



   

                   

What's going on? What are you trying

to do, wake up the dead or something?



   

                   

It's you again!

Get out of here!



   

                   

He started.



   

                   

- The lid, quick!

- Put the lid on!



   

                   

Oh, dear.

I'm going off. Water!



   

                   

Noah, go to the workhouse.

Get Mr. Bumble. Tell him to come quick.



   

                   

Well, where is he?

Where is the young rascal?



   

                   

- Oliver?

- Yes, I'm here.



   

                   

- Do you know this voice, Oliver?

- Yes, I do!



   

                   

Ain't you afraid of it?

Ain't you a-trembling when I speak?



   

                   

No, I'm not!



   

                   

He's gone mad or he wouldn't dare

to speak to you like that.



   

                   

- It's not madness, it's meat!

- Meat?



   

                   

Meat, ma'am, meat.

You've overfed the boy.



   

                   

You've raised an artificial spirit in

him unbecoming to his station in life.



   

                   

This would never have happened

if you'd kept him on gruel.



   

                   

I'll be glad

to give you the recipe.



   

                   

Well, having a rest, Mr. Bumble?



   

                   

- He's sitting on Oliver.

- Right. We must all sit on Oliver.



   

                   

- You been drinking again?

- I met a friend in the cemetery.



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Who's in there? That coffin should not

have been occupied until tomorrow.



   

                   

It's reserved for

a very important client.



   

                   

Stand back.



   

                   

- What's your explanation, you scalawag?

- He called my mother names!



   

                   

What if he did, you ungrateful wretch?

She deserved what he said and worse.



   

                   

- She didn't. It's a lie!

- Hold your tongue!



   

                   

Put him in the cellar.

That'll teach him.



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

It's really quite comfortable.



   

                   

Stay there until we decide

what's to be done with you.



   

                   

- Here's your baggage, workhouse.

- Three pounds, indeed!



   

                   

You can take him back.                      

Where is love                      

Does it fall

from skies above                      

Is it underneath                      

The willow tree                      

That I've been dreaming of                      

Where is she                      

Who I close my eyes to see                      

Will I ever know                      

The sweet hello                      

That's meant for only me                      

Who can say where she may hide                      

Must I travel far and wide                      

Till I am beside                      

The someone who                      

I can mean                      

Something to                      

Where                      

Where                      

Is love                      

Every night I                      

Kneel and pray                      

Let tomorrow                      

Be the day                      

When I see the face                      

Of someone who                      

I can mean                      

Something to                      

Where                      

Where                      

Is love



   

                   

Please help me.

Please.



   

                   

What you starin' at?                      

Haven't you never seen a toff?



   

                   

No, never.

I'm sorry, I didn't...



   

                   

That's all right.



   

                   

- Hungry?

- Yes, I am.



   

                   

I've come a long way.

I've been walking for seven days.



   

                   

- Been running away from the beak?

- The what?



   

                   

Don't say you don't know

what the beak is, flash mate.



   

                   

It's a bird's mouth, isn't it?



   

                   

My eyes! How green can you get?



   

                   

For your information,

a beak's a magistrate.



   

                   

Who you running away from then?

Your old man?



   

                   

No. I'm an orphan.

I've come to London to make my fortune.



   

                   

Oh! You have, have you?



   

                   

Got any lodgings?

Money?



   

                   

Not a farthing.

Do you live in London?



   

                   

Watch it!



   

                   

I suppose you want someplace

to sleep tonight, eh?



   

                   

Do you know of anywhere?



   

                   

As it so happens,

I know a respectable old gentleman.



   

                   

- He'll give you lodgings for nothing.

- Really?



   

                   

And will never ask for change if any

other gentleman he knows introduces you.



   

                   

And don't he know me?



   

                   

He must be a very kind old gentleman.



   

                   

Oh, yes, he's very kind.



   

                   

And I'm a particular favorite of his.



   

                   

Well, if you're coming along,

I better know who you are.



   

                   

My name is Oliver.

Oliver Twist.



   

                   

Mine's Jack Dawkins...



   

                   

better known among me more intimate

friends as the Artful Dodger.



   

                   

Pleased to meet you.

You sure the old gentleman won't mind?



   

                   

Mind?                      

Consider yourself at home                      

Consider yourself one of the family                      

I've taken to you so strong                      

It's clear we're going to get along                      

Consider yourself well in                      

Consider yourself

part of the furniture                      

There isn't a lot to spare                      

Who cares

Whatever we've got we share                      

If it should chance to be

we should see some harder days                      

Empty larder days

Why grouse                      

Always a chance we'll meet

somebody to foot the bill                      

Then the drinks

are on the house                      

Consider yourself our mate                      

We don't want to have no fuss                      

For after some consideration

we can state                      

Consider yourself one of us                      

- Consider yourself

- At home                      

- Consider yourself

- One of the family                      

- We've taken to you

- So strong                      

It's clear we're going to get along                      

- Consider yourself

- Well in                      

Consider yourself

part of the furniture                      

There isn't a lot to spare                      

Who cares

Whatever we've got we share                      

Nobody tries to be lah-di-dah

and uppity                      

There's a cup of tea for all                      

Only it's wise to be handy

with a rolling pin                      

When the landlord comes to call                      

Consider yourself our mate                      

We don't want to have no fuss                      

For after some consideration

we can state                      

Consider yourself one of us                      

Consider yourself at home                      

Consider yourself one of the family                      

We've taken to you so strong                      

It's clear we're going to get along



   

                   

Now, hammer up, hammer down!

Hammer up, hammer down!



   

                   

Lift! Drop!



   

                   

Hop! Not too slow, boys.



   

                   

Hammer up, hammer down!

Lift! Down! Up! Down! Lift! Drop!



   

                   

Help!



   

                   

Help!                      

If it should chance to be

we should see some harder days                      

Empty larder days

Why grouse                      

Always a chance we'll meet somebody

to foot the bill                      

Then the drinks

are on the house                      

Consider yourself at home                      

Consider yourself one of the family                      

We've taken to you so strong                      

It's clear we're going to get along                      

Consider yourself well in                      

Consider yourself

part of the furniture                      

There isn't a lot to spare                      

Who cares

Whatever we've got we share                      

Nobody tries to be lah-di-dah

and uppity                      

There's a cup of tea for all                      

Only it's wise to be handy

with a rolling pin                      

When the landlord comes to call                      

Consider yourself our mate                      

We don't want to have no fuss                      

For after some consideration

we can state                      

Consider yourself                      

Consider yourself                      

One of us



   

                   

It's Dodger! Coming up!



   

                   

Dodger.



   

                   

Oliver!



   

                   

Up you go!



   

                   

- Oh, not again!

- Get out!



   

                   

Hey, Fagin, I've brought

a new friend to see you.



   

                   

Oliver Twist/



   

                   

Sir.



   

                   

I hope I shall have the honor

of your intimate acquaintance.



   

                   

We are very glad to see you, Oliver.

Very.



   

                   

- Aren't we, my dears?

- Of course we are.



   

                   

Give me back my things!

Leave it!



   

                   

Leave him alone!



   

                   

Dodger, take off the sausages!



   

                   

Charlie, lay a place at the table

for Mr. Twist.



   

                   

The Dodger tells me

you have come to London...



   

                   

to seek your fortune.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Well, we must see what we can do

to help you, mustn't we?



   

                   

Thank you, sir.



   

                   

These sausages are moldy!



   

                   

Shut up and drink your gin!



   

                   

Shut up and drink your gin!



   

                   

You're staring at

the pocket handkerchiefs, eh, my dear?



   

                   

We hung them up,

ready for the wash, that's all.



   

                   

- Is this a laundry then, sir?

- That's right, a laundry.



   

                   

Not exactly, my boy.



   

                   

I suppose a laundry would be

a very nice thing, indeed!



   

                   

But our line of business

pays a little better.



   

                   

Don't it, boys?                      

You see, Oliver...                      

In this life

one thing counts                      

In the bank, large amounts                      

I'm afraid these

don't grow on trees                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two                      

You've got to pick a pocket

or two, boys                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two                      

Large amounts don't grow on trees

You've got to pick a pocket or two



   

                   

Let's show Oliver

how to do it!



   

                   

Just a game, Oliver, just a game.                      

Why should we break our backs

stupidly paying tax                      

Better get some untaxed income

Better pick a pocket or two                      

You've got to pick a pocket

or two, boys                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two                      

Why should we all break our backs                      

Better pick a pocket or two                      

Robin Hood, what a crook                      

Gave away what he took                      

Charity's fine

Subscribe to mine                      

Get out and pick a pocket or two                      

You've got to pick a pocket

or two, boys                      

Robin Hood was far too good                      

Get out and pick a pocket or two                      

Take a tip from Bill Sikes                      

He can whip what he likes                      

I recall he started small                      

He had to pick a pocket or two                      

You've got to pick a pocket

or two, boys                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two                      

We can be like old Bill Sikes

if we pick a pocket or two                      

Dear old gent passing by                      

Something nice takes his eye                      

Everything's clear

Attack the rear                      

Get in and pick a pocket or two                      

You've got to pick a pocket

or two, boys                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two                      

Have no fear

Attack the rear                      

Get in and pick a pocket or two                      

When I see someone rich

both my thumbs start to itch                      

Only to find some peace of mind

I have to pick a pocket or two                      

You've got to pick a pocket

or two, boys                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two                      

Just to find some peace of mind                      

We have to pick a pocket or two



   

                   

Put them all back in the box!



   

                   

All of them!



   

                   

Come here!



   

                   

Good boy.

What a crook.



   

                   

We've all been hard at work today,

haven't we, my dears?



   

                   

What have you got, Dodger?



   

                   

Couple of wallets.



   

                   

- Lined?

- Only the best.



   

                   

Not as heavy as they might be...



   

                   

but very nicely made.



   

                   

- Ingenious workman, ain't he, Oliver?

- Does he make these himself?



   

                   

With his own lily-white hands.



   

                   

- What've you got, Charlie?

- Couple of wipes.



   

                   

They're very good ones. Very.



   

                   

But you haven't...



   

                   

embroidered them too well,

have you?



   

                   

So we'll have to pick the initials out

with a needle.



   

                   

You'll need to learn how to do this,

too, Oliver. Won't he, boys?



   

                   

Yeah, the trademark.



   

                   

But in the meantime,

you must learn how to make wallets.



   

                   

Like the Dodger.

Would you like that?



   

                   

Yes, Mr. Fagin,

if you'll teach me.



   

                   

Certainly, my boy. No fee.



   

                   

Just do everything

that Dodger and the others do.



   

                   

Make them your models!

Especially Dodger.



   

                   

He's going to be

a right little Bill Sikes.



   

                   

Who's Bill Sikes, Mr. Fagin?



   

                   

He's a very clever gentleman.



   

                   

You'll meet him tomorrow, maybe.



   

                   

Now, is it possible perchance./.



   

                   

That my kerchief

is protruding from my pocket?



   

                   

I see the edge.



   

                   

Can you? Then see if you

can take it out...



   

                   

without my feeling it,

like you saw the others do.                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two                      

Boys                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two



   

                   

Is it gone?



   

                   

Yes, Mr. Fagin. Look.



   

                   

That's a surprise, I must say!



   

                   

You're a clever boy, Oliver!



   

                   

I never saw a sharper lad.



   

                   

Here's a shilling for you.



   

                   

I have to go to the bank.



   

                   

Now bedtime all of you!

There's a hard day's work ahead!



   

                   

Put up the shutters!



   

                   

Where do I sleep, sir?                      

over here, my dear.

Settle down!



   

                   

Dodger, take your hat off in bed.

Where's your manners?



   

                   

Here, my dear.

Have a good sleep.



   

                   

If you go on the way you started,

you will be...



   

                   

the greatest man of all time.



   

                   

Sweet dreams, Oliver.



   

                   

Sweet dreams.



   

                   

Good night, sir.                      

You've got to pick a pocket or two                      

Boys                      

You've got to pick a pocket                      

Or two



   

                   

Is he here?



   

                   

Mr. Sikes.

Did he come yet?



   

                   

Nancy's inside waiting for him.



   

                   

How's business?

Nice and brisk?



   

                   

- Don't burn your fingers, will you?

- I never do, my dear.



   

                   

Not if I can help it.



   

                   

Nancy!



   

                   

Nancy, he's back! He's here!



   

                   

Beautiful.



   

                   

Beautiful.



   

                   

You done well, Bill.



   

                   

All one job?



   

                   

Such a professional.



   

                   

Now, Bill.



   

                   

Carry cash at this time of night?



   

                   

All those thieves and robbers

lurking in dark alleyways?



   

                   

I wouldn't dare.



   

                   

Besides, I've got to price it first.



   

                   

Nancy's waiting.



   

                   

Give you a good supper.



   

                   

Tomorrow, Bill.



   

                   

My word on it.                      

Small pleasures

Small pleasures                      

Who would deny us these                      

Gin toddies

Large measures                      

No skimping if you please                      

I rough it

I love it                      

Life is a game of chance                      

I never tire of it                      

Leading a merry dance                      

If you don't mind

having to go without things                      

It's a fine life                      

Though it ain't

all jolly old pleasure outings                      

It's a fine life                      

When you've got someone to love

you forget your care and strife                      

Let the prudes look down on us

Let the wide world frown on us                      

It's a fine, fine life                      

It's a fine, fine life                      

Who cares if straight laces                      

Sneer at us in the street                      

Fine airs and fine graces                      

Don't have to sin to eat                      

We wander through London                      

Who knows what we may find                      

There's pockets left undone                      

On many a behind                      

If you don't mind taking it

like it turns out                      

It's a fine life                      

Keep the candle burning

until it burns out                      

It's a fine life                      

Though you sometimes do come by                      

The occasional black eye                      

You can always cover one

till he blacks the other one                      

But you don't dare cry                      

No flounces, no feathers                      

No frills and furbelows                      

All winds and all weathers                      

Ain't good for fancy clothes                      

- These trappings

- These tatters                      

These we can just afford                      

What future                      

What matters                      

We've got our bed and board                      

If you don't mind having

to deal with Fagin                      

It's a fine life                      

Though diseased rats threaten

to bring the plague in                      

It's a fine life                      

And the grass is green and dense                      

On the right side of the fence                      

So we take good care of it

that we get our share of it                      

And we don't mean pence                      

If you don't mind

having to like or lump it                      

- It's a fine life

- It's a fine                      

Though there's no tea sipping

or eating crumpets                      

It's a fine life                      

It's a fine life                      

Not for me the happy home                      

Happy husband, happy wife                      

Though it sometimes touches me                      

For the likes of such as me                      

Mine's a fine                      

Fine                      

Life



   

                   

Bullseye, come here, will you?



   

                   

Bullseye, come here!



   

                   

Worth all the rest put together.



   

                   

Can I help it?



   

                   

This is my private treasure.

My little pleasure.



   

                   

A cup of coffee...



   

                   

and a quick count up.



   

                   

I mean, who's going to look after me

in my old age?



   

                   

Would you, birdie?



   

                   

Will you?



   

                   

Why are you watching me?

Why are you awake?



   

                   

Speak out! I want to know

every detail you saw!



   

                   

I'm sorry, sir.



   

                   

- Did you see where I fetched the box?

- I don't think so, sir.



   

                   

- Be sure. Be sure!

- Quite sure, sir.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

if you're sure...



   

                   

so I'm sure.



   

                   

'Course I knew all along, my dear.



   

                   

I didn't mean to frighten you.



   

                   

Brave boy, Oliver.



   

                   

Did you...



   

                   

Did you see any of those

pretty things, my dear?



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

They're mine, Oliver.



   

                   

My little treasure.



   

                   

All I've got to live on

in my old age.



   

                   

It's a terrible thing, old age.



   

                   

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.



   

                   

Can I go back to sleep again now, sir?



   

                   

Certainly, my boy, go to sleep.

Pleasant dreams.



   

                   

Same to you, sir.



   

                   

Sauce boat. George III,

scroll handle, five pounds.



   

                   

Tiara. George II, rose- cut diamonds,

paste, half a crown.



   

                   

- Nancy!

- I'm coming!



   

                   

Your breakfast is ready.



   

                   

Oh, for God's sake.



   

                   

I'll warm it up for your supper.



   

                   

Go down to Fagin's and get the cash,

will you?



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Nancy, I am trying to sleep.



   

                   

You do love me, don't you?



   

                   

Of course I do.

I live with you, don't I?



   

                   

That bit's for me, ain't it?



   

                   

Eat, eat, eat! Appetites.



   

                   

Finish your breakfast.

It's time to get to work.



   

                   

Hurry up!

You'll miss the morning train.



   

                   

- Ain't there no more sausages then?

- You want some supper tonight?



   

                   

Who wants some bull's-eyes?



   

                   

Wait a minute. One at a time.



   

                   

- Oh, go on/ Go and share them.

- The ladies!



   

                   

- They must meet our new boy.

- Well!



   

                   

What have we got here?



   

                   

Ladies, I forgot.



   

                   

You must meet our new lodger,

Mr. Oliver Twist, Esquire.



   

                   

Nancy and Bet.



   

                   

Charmed.



   

                   

oh, yes, we're all

ladies and gentlemen around here.



   

                   

We're all quality.



   

                   

Don't take any notice of them 'cause

you've got manners and they ain't.



   

                   

What do you mean I ain't got no manners?

I'm a regular gent.



   

                   

Permit me to assist you

across the road.



   

                   

I was only going to the palace.

Doorman, a cab, if you please.



   

                   

Allow me the privilege to escort you

in my own carriage.



   

                   

After you, your grace.



   

                   

oh, Sir Artful,

you are too kind.                      

I'd do anything for you, dear

Anything                      

For you mean everything to me                      

I know that                      

I'd go anywhere for your smile,

Anywhere                      

For your smile's everywhere I'd see                      

- Would you climb a hill

- Anything                      

- Wear a daffodil

- Anything                      

- Leave me all your will

- Anything                      

- Even fight my Bill

- What, fisticuffs                      

I'd risk everything for one kiss

Everything                      

- Yes, I'd do anything

- Anything                      

Anything for you                      

I'd do anything for you, dear                      

Anything                      

For you mean everything to me                      

I know that                      

I'd go anywhere for your smile

Anywhere                      

For your smile everywhere I'd see                      

- Would you lace my shoe

- Anything                      

- Paint your face bright blue

- Anything                      

- Catch a kangaroo

- Anything                      

- Go to Timbuktu

- And back again                      

I'd risk everything for one kiss                      

Everything

Yes, I'd do anything                      

- Anything

- Anything for you                      

I'd go anywhere for your smile

Anywhere                      

For your smile everywhere I'd see                      

I know that                      

I'd do anything for you, dear

Anything                      

For you mean everything to me                      

- To me

- To me                      

I'd do anything for you, dear                      

Anything                      

Yes, I'd do anything                      

- Anything

- Anything for you                      

- Would you rob a shop

- Anything                      

- Would you risk the drop

- Anything                      

- Though your eyes go pop

- Anything                      

- When you come down plop

- Hang everything                      

We'd risk life and limb                      

To keep you in the swim                      

- Yes, we'd do anything

- Anything                      

Anything                      

For you                      

Get to work then! No argument. There's

fine pickings. Get out, earn your keep.



   

                   

- You promised we could see the hanging.

- Be sure it ain't your own.



   

                   

Fagin, I'm waiting.



   

                   

Waiting, my dear?

What for?



   

                   

Bill will give you "what for"

if you don't fork out.



   

                   

Hand over. Start counting.



   

                   

Rush me! You and your Bill

will be the ruin of me, between you!



   

                   

That's right/

If it's all the same to you!



   

                   

What was that for?



   

                   

- For getting caught.

- I was only practicing.



   

                   

I'll die a pauper yet.

Here, take it. I'll starve.



   

                   

You'll find me lying in the gutter.



   

                   

Bill might think the count

is a bit short, wouldn't you say?



   

                   

I only wish you had to get rid

of the stuff.



   

                   

That's all I wish.



   

                   

He still might. Come on.



   

                   

So me and the boys will live on air

till I find a customer!



   

                   

Heartless! That's what I am.

Come on, Bet.



   

                   

- Ta-ta, kids.

- Bye, Nancy.



   

                   

- Ta-ta, kids.

- Bye, Nancy.



   

                   

Fagin, young Oliver wants to come

on the game with Charlie and me.



   

                   

Six and four is ten.



   

                   

What's that?

On the job, you mean?



   

                   

Can I, please?

I'd like to.



   

                   

Would you, my dear?



   

                   

Why not?

You've got to start somewhere...



   

                   

and you couldn't do it

in better company.



   

                   

- Look after him, Dodger.

- Hats on, boys.



   

                   

- Time we were off.

- I can go, sir?



   

                   

Good luck on your first job!



   

                   

I'll be waiting for you here

when you come back.



   

                   

Line up!



   

                   

Line up!



   

                   

- Single file!

- Single file!



   

                   

- Quick march! Left.

- Right.



   

                   

- Left.

- Right.                      

You can go but be back soon                      

You can go but while you're working                      

This place I'm pacing 'round

until you're home safe and sound                      

Fare thee well, but be back soon

Who can tell where danger's lurking                      

Do not forget this tune

Be back soon                      

How could we forget, how could we let

our dear old Fagin worry                      

We love him

so we'll come back home                      

In such a great big hurry                      

It's him that pays the piper

It's us that calls the tune                      

So long, fare thee well, pip pip

cheerio, we'll be back soon                      

Cheerio but be back soon                      

I don't know, somehow I'll miss you                      

I love you that's why

I say cheerio, not good-bye.                      

Don't be gone long, be back soon

Give me one long last look, bless you                      

Remember our old tune                      

Be back soon                      

You can go but be back soon

You can go but bring back plenty                      

Of wallets full of cash

Don't want to see any trash                      

Whip them quick and be back soon

Only thick ones now, not empty                      

Get rich this afternoon

Be back soon                      

Our pockets hold a watch of gold

that chimes upon the hour                      

A wallet fat, an old man's hat                      

The jewels from the tower                      

We know the nosey policemen

but they don't know this tune                      

So long, fare thee well, pip pip

cheerio, we'll be back soon                      

Cheerio, but be back soon                      

I don't know, somehow I'll miss you                      

I love you, that's why

I say cheerio, not good-bye                      

Don't be gone long, but be back soon

Give me one long last look, bless you                      

Remember our old tune

Be back soon                      

And when we're in the distance

you'll hear this whispered tune                      

So long, fare thee well, pip pip

cheerio, we'll be back soon                      

Cheerio, but be back soon

I don't know, somehow I'll miss you                      

I loves you, that's why

I say cheerio, not good-bye                      

And when we're in the distance

you'll hear this whispered tune                      

So long, fare thee well, pip pip

cheerio                      

We'll be back soon



   

                   

Dodger! Oliver!



   

                   

Come on!



   

                   

Now, now! Go on, get out!



   

                   

I don't want you around here.

Get away!



   

                   

Come here.



   

                   

Give that back, you hear?



   

                   

Give that back.

Come along. Come along!



   

                   

Stop that boy! Thief!



   

                   

My wallet! Stop that boy!



   

                   

Hold that boy! Stop!



   

                   

Stop! Thief!



   

                   

- Leave him to us!

- Stole the gent's wallet.



   

                   

We'll catch him!



   

                   

He went that way!



   

                   

- Have you seen him?

- No. He's disappeared. He's gone.



   

                   

Come here!



   

                   

Come here, you!



   

                   

Here!



   

                   

Watch where you're going!



   

                   

Boy!



   

                   

There's the gent he stole from.



   

                   

Can you identify this boy

as the thief, sir?



   

                   

Yes. Well, I saw him

running away.



   

                   

- Why didn't you bring him back with you?

- How could I help it?



   

                   

A fine thing! Oliver in the lockup. In

the morning he's in front of the beak!



   

                   

For pinching a wallet.

So he goes to jail. What's it matter?



   

                   

I'm afraid he may say something

which will get us into trouble.



   

                   

That's very likely.

You see, you're blowed upon.



   

                   

And I'm afraid, you see...



   

                   

that if the game was up with us...



   

                   

it might be up with a good many more.



   

                   

And it would come out

rather worse for you...



   

                   

than it would for me.



   

                   

Why, you miserable...



   

                   

sneaking, treacherous old...



   

                   

No, Bill!



   

                   

You go down to that court in the morning

and find out what happens!



   

                   

Me? Go to court?



   

                   

With a magistrate sitting there?



   

                   

I'll go.

They won't know me.



   

                   

Good girl. Clever girl.



   

                   

And if he does talk,

you come and tell us quick. Quick!



   

                   

'Cause then we'll have to look

after ourselves, won't we?



   

                   

You won't have...



   

                   

to look after yourself, Fagin,

'cause I'll look after you.



   

                   

Believe me.



   

                   

I always believe you, Bill.



   

                   

Have another drink.



   

                   

Silence. Silence in court.



   

                   

Well, what crime

is this one charged with?



   

                   

He looks a thorough-paced

old reprobate to me.



   

                   

Speak up, man!

What's he charged with?



   

                   

He's not charged at all, Your Worship.

This gentleman appears against the boy.



   

                   

Boy? What boy?

I see no boy.



   

                   

The boy in the dock,

Your Worship.



   

                   

Oh, yes.



   

                   

- Stand up, boy. I can't see you.

- He is standing up, Your Worship.



   

                   

Don't be impertinent.

Put him on a box.



   

                   

- Well, what's he charged with?

- Picking pockets, sir.



   

                   

What's your name?



   

                   

Hmm. And does your father know

you're here?



   

                   

He's an orphan.



   

                   

Where do you come from?



   

                   

Where do you live?



   

                   

Who looks after you?



   

                   

He doesn't seem able to say

where he lives...



   

                   

or anything else, sir.



   

                   

A liar as well as a thief?



   

                   

And insolent into the bargain.

That settles it.



   

                   

The boy is committed to three months

with hard labor.



   

                   

This is disgraceful!



   

                   

- I demand to be heard. You've not yet...

- Sir!



   

                   

- I was there.

- Remove this lunatic. Clear the court.



   

                   

I will speak! I saw what happened.

It was outside my shop.



   

                   

Two other boys stole

Mr. Brownlow's wallet.



   

                   

This child had nothing

to do with it.



   

                   

But sentence has been passed!



   

                   

Hasn't it?



   

                   

He didn't talk.

The case was dismissed.



   

                   

What a great judge.



   

                   

- Fetch the boy.

- I've done my share.



   

                   

Look!



   

                   

- Now, come on.

- Where are we going?



   

                   

At least I can make some amends.

You're coming home with me. Jump in.



   

                   

- Dodger, after him!

- Let the kid go!



   

                   

- He can still blab.

- Leave him be.



   

                   

Dodger, don't lose him!                    

Who will buy my sweet red roses                    

Two blooms for a penny                    

Who will buy my sweet red roses                    

Two blooms for a penny                    

Will you buy any milk today                    

Mistress                    

Any milk today, mistress                    

Will you buy my sweet red roses                    

Any milk today, mistress                     

Two blooms for a penny                     

Ripe strawberries, ripe                     

Ripe strawberries, ripe                     

Any milk today, mistress                     

Will you buy my sweet red roses                     

Ripe strawberries, ripe                     

Any milk today, mistress                     

Any knives to grind                     

Who will buy                     

Who will buy                     

Who will buy                     

This wonderful morning                     

Such a sky you never did see                     

Who will buy my sweet red roses                     

Who will tie it up with a ribbon                     

And put it in a box for me                     

Ripe strawberries, ripe                     

So I could see it at my leisure                     

Whenever things go wrong                     

And I would keep it as a treasure                     

To last my whole life long                     

Any milk today                     

Who will buy this wonderful feeling                     

I'm so high                     

I swear I could fly                     

- Knives to grind

- Ripe strawberries, ripe                     

Me, oh my, I don't want to lose it                     

So what am I to do

to keep the sky so blue                     

There must be someone                     

Who will buy                     

Toy windmills, onions,

knives to grind                     

Ballads, white turnips, oranges                     

Who will buy                     

Who will buy this wonderful morning                     

Such a sky you never did see                     

Who will tie it up with a ribbon                     

And put it in a box for me                     

There'll never be a day so sunny                     

It could not happen twice                     

Where is the man with all the money                     

It's cheap at half the price                     

Who will buy this wonderful feeling                     

I'm so high I swear I could fly                     

Me, oh my, I don't want to lose it                     

So what am I do to

to keep the sky so blue                     

There must be someone who will buy                     

There'll never be a day so sunny                     

I know it could not happen twice                     

Where is the man with all the money                     

It's cheap at half the price                     

At half the price                     

Who will buy this wonderful morning                     

Makes you feel you're walking on air                     

Every tree and flower is singing                     

How fortunate are we

to be alive to see                     

The dawning of a day so fair                     

Bye-bye, lullaby                     

Bye-bye, lullaby                     

Who will buy this wonderful feeling                     

I'm so high I swear I could fly                     

What a sky, a heavenly ceiling

Inviting you to come and buy                     

There'll never be a day so sunny                     

It could not happen twice                     

Where is the man with all the money                     

It's cheap at half the price                     

Who will buy this wonderful morning                     

Such a sky you never did see                     

Who will tie it up with a ribbon                     

And put it in a box for me                     

There'll never be a day so sunny                     

It could not happen twice                     

Where is the man with all the money                     

It's cheap at half the price                     

Who will buy this wonderful feeling                     

I'm so high I swear I could fly                     

Me, oh my, I don't want to lose it                     

So what am I to do

to keep the sky so blue                     

There must be someone who will buy                     

Buy, buy



  

                   

We've got to get him back.

Do you hear?



  

                   

Nab him the first time

he sets foot out of the door.



  

                   

He never goes out alone.



  

                   

You know that.



  

                   

Don't you back answer me.



  

                   

Three days since I spotted him.



  

                   

And what have you done about it?



  

                   

Nothing!



  

                   

We've got to get hold of him somehow.



  

                   

Now, who's coming?



  

                   

- I suppose it'll have to be me.

- Shut your trap, Dodger.



   

                   

You've caused enough trouble already.



   

                   

It's got to be done quiet, no fuss.



   

                   

Someone who has the boy's confidence.                      

Nancy, my dear, what do you say?



   

                   

It's no good trying it with me.



   

                   

And just exactly what do you mean

by that remark?



   

                   

What I say! I'm not going!



   

                   

Can't you leave the boy alone?

He won't do you harm.



   

                   

Why can't you leave him where he'll have

the chance of a decent life?



   

                   

You'll bring him back here, my girl.



   

                   

Unless you want to feel my hand

on your throat.



   

                   

Nancy, my dear...



   

                   

we must have that boy brought back.



   

                   

If he talked,

think what would happen to us.



   

                   

Think what would happen to Bill.



   

                   

It would be the gallows for him.

The drop.



   

                   

You wouldn't want that to happen,

would you, my dear? Not to your Bill.



   

                   

- She'll go, Fagin.

- No, she won't, Fagin!



   

                   

Yes, she will, Fagin!



   

                   

She'll go.



   

                   

Even if I have to drag her there myself.                      

As long                      

As he needs me                      

Oh yes                      

He does need me                      

In spite of what you see                      

I'm sure                      

That he needs me                      

Who else would love him still                      

When they've been used so ill                      

He knows                      

I always will                      

As long as he                      

Needs me                      

I miss him so much                      

When he is gone                      

But when he's near me                      

I don't let on                      

The way                      

I feel inside                      

The love I have to hide                      

The hell                      

I've got my pride                      

As long as he needs me                      

He doesn't say the things he should                      

He acts the way he thinks he should                      

But all the same                      

I'll play this game                      

His way                      

As long                      

As he needs me                      

I know where I must be                      

I'll cling on steadfastly                      

As long as he needs me                      

As long as life is long                      

I'll love him                      

Right or wrong                      

And somehow I'll be strong                      

As long as he                      

Needs me                      

If you are lonely                      

Then you will know                      

When someone needs you                      

You'll love them so                      

I won't                      

Betray his trust                      

Though people say I must                      

I've got to stay true just                      

As long as he                      

Needs me



   

                   

- Can I answer it, Rose?

- Thank you, dear.



   

                   

- Books from Mr. Jessop.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- Please, sir, these books came for you.

- Good.



   

                   

- Wait, there's some to go back.

- The boy's gone. Can I take them?



   

                   

I know where the shop is. Please let me

take them/ I'll be very quick.



   

                   

All right. Mrs. Bedwin, the books

are on the table beside my bed.



   

                   

Now then...



   

                   

you will take those books to Mr. Jessop

and tell him...



   

                   

you have come to pay

the four pounds ten that I owe him.



   

                   

This is a five pound note,

so there'll be ten shillings change.



   

                   

You under...



   

                   

Understand?



   

                   

She's a very pretty lady,

isn't she, sir?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

I'll take the books for you.



   

                   

A new suit of clothes, valuable books

and a five pound note in his pocket.



   

                   

- You expect him to come back?

- Don't you?



   

                   

If he does, I'll eat my head

with my hat on it.



   

                   

Look at that portrait.

Do you see a likeness to the lad?



   

                   

- That's your niece, isn't it?

- That's what I mean.



   

                   

- Wasn't she the girl who...

- Who ran away.



   

                   

A young, innocent face.

Nothing more. A mere coincidence.



   

                   

I'm not so sure.



   

                   

Born in a workhouse at Dunstable,

he thinks.



   

                   

That's all he can tell us.

Very well.                      

Who will buy this wonderful morning



   

                   

- Morning.

- Morning.                      

Such a sky you never did see                      

Who will tie it up with a ribbon                      

And put it in a box for me



   

                   

- Help! Help!

- Get in the cart.



   

                   

Bullseye, come here.



   

                   

Bullseye! Bullseye, come here.



   

                   

- Oliver's back!

- Look at his togs!



   

                   

He's got boots, too.

Quite the little gent.



   

                   

Lovely bit of stuff.



   

                   

Delighted to see you looking so well,

my dear.



   

                   

The Dodger will give you another suit

for fear you spoil that Sunday one.



   

                   

Look at this!



   

                   

I'll bank it for you.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

That's mine.



   

                   

No, no, my dear. Mine. Ours.

You shall have the books.



   

                   

You hand it over,

you avaricious old skeleton.



   

                   

That's for our share of the trouble.



   

                   

You keep the books.

Start a library.



   

                   

Mr. Brownlow will be here after you

if he finds out...



   

                   

you've got his books and money.



   

                   

So he'll be out here, will he?

Out here? After us?



   

                   

- What did you tell him about us?

- Nothing!



   

                   

Fagin, I'll wager this young rat's

told him everything.



   

                   

What did you tell him?



   

                   

- No! Leave him alone!

- You stand off me!



   

                   

No violence.



   

                   

You'll have to kill me before

I let you lay a hand on that boy.



   

                   

Just don't you tempt me.

You keep out of this.



   

                   

If he says he didn't tell him,

he didn't tell him.



   

                   

- Hit me?

- I won't stand by and see it done.



   

                   

Let him be or I'll put my mark on you

and I don't care for no consequences.



   

                   

Nancy, you're wonderful tonight.

Such talent. Such a joker.



   

                   

You take care I don't overdo it,

Fagin.



   

                   

Or I'll put the finger on all of you

and I don't care if I hang for it!



   

                   

Do you know who you are

and what you are?



   

                   

- You don't have to tell me.

- A fine one for the boy to befriend.



   

                   

Yes, I am! God help me!



   

                   

And I wish I'd been struck dead before

I'd lent a hand to bring him back here.



   

                   

From tonight, he's a liar

and a thief...



   

                   

and all that's bad.



   

                   

Ain't that enough for you

without beating him to death?



   

                   

Come, come, Sikes.

We must have civil words.



   

                   

Civil words.



   

                   

Oh, yes! You deserve them from me,

don't you?



   

                   

I thieved for you

when I was half his age...



   

                   

and it's your dirty work

I've been doing ever since!



   

                   

- What if you have? Ain't it your living?

- He's right. A living is a living.



   

                   

Some living! Lord help me!



   

                   

Some living!



   

                   

Get to bed.



   

                   

Get to bed, I said!                      

All this violence,

all these scenes, screams, dramas!



   
 
                    

I'm asking you,

is it necessary?



   
 
                    

Not yet, Fagin.



   
 
                    

Not yet.



   
 
                    

But if this godforsaken

little good-for-nothing...



   
 
                    

has uttered one word,

one word, mind you...



   
 
                    

If he has, the little devil...



   
 
                    

we sit down, we talk it over,

we think it out.



   
 
                    

We decide upon a proper course

of safe action. We stay calm!



   
 
                    

Do we?



   
 
                    

And while we're sitting here

thinking and talking...



   
 
                    

and staying calm...



   
 
                    

our collars get felt, don't they?



   
 
                    

And it's, "Come along with me,

if you please.''
 
 
 
    
 
                    

No, thank you very much.



   
 
                    

You've thought us into this little lot.



   
 
                    

You can think your way out of it.



   
 
                    

But from now on, Bill Sikes

takes the law into his own hands.



   
 
                    

These hands.



   
 
                    

Have you ever heard the sound

a chicken makes...



   
 
                    

when they're wringing its neck?



   
 
                    

Can't say I've had the pl...



   
 
                    

They squawks, Fagin.



   
 
                    

They squawks.

Not a very pretty sound.



   
 
                    

No, Bill.



   
 
                    

And then they die, don't they?



   
 
                    

Yes, Bill.

I mean, no, Bill.



   
 
                    

Then, they say, some even start

squawking before that event.



   
 
                    

They get what you might call

a premonition.



   
 
                    

Now then...



   
 
                    

you wouldn't be having no premonition

of that sort by any chance, would you?



   
 
                    

Not me, Bill.

The lips are sealed.



   
 
                    

I'm glad.



   
 
                    

'Cause if anyone here

should lead the law to me...



   
 
                    

and I gets to hear of it...



   
 
                    

then it will be your neck...



   
 
                    

your scraggy old neck.



   
 
                    

You think about it, Fagin.



   
 
                    

A violent man, Dodger,

a very violent man.



   
 
                    

When that man's back is up,

no one is safe.



   
 
                    

Look after him, Dodger.



   
 
                    

And I'll look after myself.                      

A man's got a heart, hasn't he                      

Joking apart, hasn't he                      

And though I'd be the first one to say

that I wasn't a saint                      

I'm finding it hard to be                      

Really as black as they paint                      

I'm reviewing                      

The situation                      

Can a fellow be a villain

all his life                      

All the trials and tribulations                      

Better settle down

and get myself a wife                      

And a wife would cook and sew for me

and come for me and go for me                      

And go for me and nag at me

The fingers she would wag at me                      

The money she would take from me

A misery she'd make from me                      

I think I'd better think

it out again                      

A wife you can keep anyway                      

I'd rather sleep anyway                      

Left without anyone in the world

and I'm starting from now                      

So how to win friends

and to influence people                      

So how                      

I'm reviewing                      

The situation                      

I must quickly look up everyone I know                      

Titled people with a station                      

Who can help me make

a real impressive show                      

I will own a suite at Claridges

and run a fleet of carriages                      

And wave at all the duchesses

with friendliness                      

As much as is befitting

of my new estate                      

Good morrow to you, Magistrate                      

I think I'd better think it out again                      

So where shall I go                      

Somebody                      

Who do I know                      

Nobody                      

All my dearest companions

have always been villains and thieves                      

So at my time of life

I should start turning over new leaves                      

I'm reviewing                      

The situation                      

If you want to eat

you've got to earn a bob                      

Is it such humiliation                      

For a robber to perform an honest job                      

So a job I'm getting possibly

I wonder who my boss will be                      

I wonder if he'll take to me

What bonuses he'll make to me                      

I'll start at eight and finish late

At normal rate and all but wait                      

I think I'd better think it out                      

I think I'd better think it out again                      

What happens when I'm                         

Must come a time,                         

When you're old and it's cold                      

And who cares if you live                      

Or you die                      

Your one consolation's                      

The money you may have put by                      

I'm reviewing                      

The situation                      

I'm a bad one and bad one I shall stay                      

You'll be seeing no transformation                      

But it's wrong to be a rogue

in every way                      

I don't want nobody hurt for me

Or made to do the dirt for me                      

This rotten life is not for me

It's getting far too hot for me                      

There is no in between for me

But who will change the scene for me                      

Don't want no one to rob for me                      

But who will find a job for me                      

I think I'd better think it out again

Hey



   

                   

The instant I received your

communication regarding dear Oliver...



   

                   

I decided we must take

the first coach to London.



   

                   

- I decided.

- That's right. My dear wife...



   

                   

It was good of you to come.

What have you got to tell me?



   

                   

This locket once belonged

to the boy's mother.



   

                   

Found by the wife

after she passed away.



   

                   

The boy's mother that is,

not my dear wife.



   

                   

- You've kept this all these years?

- Why should I not?



   

                   

Did it not occur to you that

this might provide the answer...



   

                   

to the boy's parentage,

his identity, his very name?



   

                   

But he had no name.

The mother was unmarried.



   

                   

It was your duty to show this evidence

to some higher authority.



   

                   

Your behavior was shameful!



   

                   

How dare you speak to me so!

I only came here to help you.



   

                   

You came here to profit

from your own greed and dishonesty.



   

                   

If you think the locket

don't properly belong to wife...



   

                   

- Be quiet, you old fool!

- Your reward. Take it.



   

                   

Think yourself lucky you're not in the

hands of the law. Show these people out.



   

                   

There's gratitude for you.



   

                   

I hope this unfortunate circumstance

won't deprive me of my parochial office.



   

                   

My hope, sir, is that it will.



   

                   

But it was all Mrs. Bumble.

I knew nothing of it until yesterday.



   

                   

That's no excuse. In the eyes of the law

you are the more guilty of the two...



   

                   

for the law supposes that

your wife acts under your direction.



   

                   

If that's what the law supposes,

then the law's an ass!



   

                   

If that's the eye of the law,

then the law is a bachelor.



   

                   

The worst I wish the law is that

his eye may be opened by experience.



   

                   

By experience, sir!



   

                   

Sir, the locket.

I didn't really see.



   

                   

I recognized it at once.



   

                   

I gave it to my niece Emily

on her   th birthday.



   

                   

So it wasn't just her young man

jilting her that made her run away.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

She must have made her way

to that workhouse...



   

                   

had her baby there.



   

                   

What's going on?



   

                   

Why have you brought the boy here?



   

                   

'Cause he's coming on a job

with me.



   

                   

But why him?



   

                   

'Cause I need a little one.



   

                   

That's why.



   

                   

And he's nice and thin.



   

                   

And on this particular job,

that's what counts.



   

                   

Must I go?



   

                   

One word out of you

while you're out with me...



   

                   

and you know what will happen.



   

                   

You can't do this to him.

Please! You can't! I won't let...



   

                   

We'll have no more of that.



   

                   

You just be at the tavern at   :  .



   

                   

Bullseye!



   

                   

I've come about Oliver.

Would you tell Brownlow...



   

                   

- Come inside. Mr. Brownlow!

- Don't call him. I'll leave a message.



   

                   

- He'll want to see you.

- Please, I can't stay.



   

                   

What is it?



   

                   

- It's about the boy.

- Is there news of him?



   

                   

He's in danger. He was dragged off

the day you sent him out with the books.



   

                   

- Who took him?

- Me and someone else.



   

                   

- You took him by force?

- Yes!



   

                   

I wish I'd never been part of it.



   

                   

Where is he now?

Who is this other person you speak of?



   

                   

Can you take me to him?

You want to help the boy, don't you?



   

                   

- Then at least tell me where he is!

- I can't!



   

                   

But I'll bring him to you.

Not here. It's too far.



   

                   

Where then?



   

                   

The London Bridge tonight at midnight.

But you've got to come alone.



   

                   

Promise you'll come on your own.



   

                   

You don't trust me, do you?

But you've got to.



   

                   

I'll be there.



   

                   

- Thank God. Now let me go.

- Wait!



   

                   

Is the boy hurt? Ill-treated?



   

                   

I can't say no more. Please!



   

                   

He'll kill me as it is

if he finds out.



   

                   

- Who is this man?

- No, I won't tell you.



   

                   

Whatever else I do,

I won't turn on him.



   

                   

You wouldn't understand.



   

                   

I've got to go back.



   

                   

I want to go back.



   

                   

- Promise you'll come?

- At   :  .



   

                   

Now, you remember, you little worm,

the front door/



   

                   

There.



   

                   

Hurry!



   

                   

Look above you.



   

                   

Who is it? Who's there?



   

                   

Rufus, Dragon, come down.



   

                   

Seize him!



   

                   

Seize him!

Good dogs.



   

                   

Why worry, my dear?

He always turns up.



   

                   

Maybe he has taken Oliver

back to my place.



   

                   

- He said he was coming straight here.

- Then that is what he will do.



   

                   

Everything all right, Bill?



   

                   

No, it's not, Fagin.



   

                   

The little brat woke them up.

We had to run for it.



   

                   

- Anybody see you?

- No.



   

                   

I'll put the boy to bed.

I'll be back.



   

                   

Wait!



   

                   

Put him back.



   

                   

Bullseye?



   

                   

Bullseye, watch him.



   

                   

Go on, watch him.



   

                   

Sit!                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

That's how it goes                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

Everyone knows                      

They all suppose

what they want to suppose                      

When they hear

Oom-pah-pah                      

When they hear

Oom-pah-pah                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah                      

There's a little ditty

they're singing in the city                      

Especially when they've been

on the gin or the beer                      

If you've got the patience

your own imaginations                      

Will tell you just exactly

what you want to hear                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

That's how it goes                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

Everyone knows                      

They all suppose

what they want to suppose                      

When they hear

Oom-pah-pah                      

Mr. Percy Snodgrass

would often have the odd glass                      

But never when he thought

anybody could see                      

Secretly he'd buy it

and drink it on the quiet                      

And dream he was an earl

with a girl on each knee                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

That's how it goes                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

Everyone knows                      

What is the cause

of his red shiny nose                      

Could it be oom-pah-pah                      

What is the cause

of his red shiny nose                      

Could it be oom-pah-pah                      

Pretty little Sally

goes walking down the alley                      

Displays her pretty ankles

for all of the men                      

They can see her garters

but not for free and gratis                      

An inch or two and then

she knows when to say when                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

That's how it goes                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

Everyone knows                      

Whether it's hidden

or whether it shows                      

It's the same oom-pah-pah                      

She was from the country

but now she's up a gum tree                      

She let the fella feed her

then lead her along                      

What's the good of crying

She's made her bed to lie in                      

She's glad to bring the coin in

and join in this song                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

That's how it goes                      

Oom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah

Everyone knows                      

She is no longer

the same blushing rose                      

Ever since oom-pah-pah                      

There's a little ditty

they're singing in the city                      

Especially when they've been

on the gin or the beer                      

If you've got the patience

your own imaginations                      

Will tell you just exactly

what you want to hear



   

                   

Careful, Bill, please.

No violence!



   

                   

There he is. See him?



   

                   

Go on, quick.



   

                   

Go on!



   

                   

Stop! Stop!



   

                   

Get off me, you wench!



   

                   

Get off me!



   

                   

Bullseye!



   

                   

Bullseye!

Come here, boy.



   

                   

Bullseye, come here!



   

                   

You come here, Bullseye.



   

                   

Come here, Bullseye.

They've seen you...



   

                   

so you can't come with me

no further.



   

                   

'Cause if you do,

they'll know you.



   

                   

Come. You ain't afraid of me,

are you, Bullseye?



   

                   

You come here.



   

                   

Come here, Bullseye!



   

                   

Did you see anyone about, sir?



   

                   

I don't know.

I thought I saw someone running.



   

                   

Here! That dog

was here just now.



   

                   

I think I know.

Bullseye?



   

                   

That's Bullseye, Bill Sikes's dog.

They're always around together.



   

                   

If anyone can find Sikes for you,

he can.



   

                   

- Bullseye? Come on, fella.

- Come on, boy.



   

                   

Brass. I want some brass.

I've got to get away.



   

                   

What's wrong?



   

                   

Did you hear what I said?

I want brass! Money!



   

                   

There's blood on your coat.



   

                   

Where's Nancy?



   

                   

Bill Sikes, what did you do?

What did you do?



   

                   

She won't peach

on nobody no more.



   

                   

You shouldn't have done that.



   

                   

She peached? You sure?



   

                   

She must have done, mustn't she?



   

                   

She was handing the boy over

to Brownlow on the bridge.



   

                   

He was there waiting for her.



   

                   

What did you come here for?

Get out! Do you hear me?



   

                   

I want money!



   

                   

How much?



   

                   

Ten? Twenty?

Not all of it!                      

If anyone should come here

asking for me...



   

                   

They won't find me here. You don't think

I'll stand and wait for them, do you?



   

                   

It's him.



   

                   

Bullseye.



   

                   

Quick, boys, all of you!

We're changing lodgings!



   

                   

Nancy, I loved you, didn't I?



   

                   

Look what you've done to me!



   

                   

Why make things worse?

Leave him!



   

                   

It's me they're after,

but they won't go for me.



   

                   

Not with the boy close, they won't.

So you keep out of it.



   

                   

out the back way. Come on!



   

                   

out the back way. Come on!



   

                   

Look! Up there!



   

                   

It's him! It's Bill Sikes!

That's for sure.



   

                   

And the boy!



   

                   

I'm waiting for you, Sikes.



   

                   

Get back! Get back!



   

                   

Get back!



   

                   

The other street.



   

                   

Quickly!



   

                   

After you, Fagin.



   

                   

After you, Dodger.



   

                   

- Don't bother with that. Get out.

- Fagin, what do I do?



   

                   

Live up to your name, Dodger.

Dodge about sharpish!



   

                   

There he is.



   

                   

Get up!



   

                   

Now then,

you loop the rope...



   

                   

over the end of the beam there.



   

                   

That's right.



   

                   

That's right.



   

                   

That's good.



   

                   

Stop him! Stop him!                      

Can somebody change                      

It's possible                      

Maybe it's strange                      

But it's possible                      

All my dearest companions

and treasures                      

I've left them behind                      

I'll turn a leaf over                      

And who can tell                      

What I may find



   

                   

Yes, young man?



   

                   

And do I have the honor

of your acquaintance?



   

                   

Lined?



   

                   

Only the best.



   

                   

Lovely workmanship, ain't it?                      

I'm reviewing                      

The situation                      

Once a villain

you're a villain to the end                      

Your light fingers                      

Your inspiration                      

- What a team

- Am I your partner                      

More a friend                      

For your talent is employable

so make your life en joyable                      

A world with pockets open wide

awaits your whim to grope inside                      

Collections undetectable                      

We might retire respectable                      

Together till our dying day                      

The living proof

that crime can pay                      

I think we'll have

to think it out again

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