Oliver Twist (1982) - full transcript

JJ

( reins jangling )

( horse neighing )}

ow!

{ moaning )

Help me!

Please!

Help me, please!

{ moaning )

Warm and cozy,
Mr. Bumble, that’s my motto.

You're a wise and splendid
woman, Mrs. Mann.



Here's to your
great, good health.

Could this be a
alcoholic beverage

on these premises,
dear lady?

Not to put too fine a point
upon it, Mr. Bumble, sir.

It’s gin.

| keep it
for the children.

Just a few drops when they're
feverish does wonders.

And with what
the parish gives me

for these poor, abandoned
children,

the price of gin is hard to
come by, | can tell you.

| believe you, ma’am.

Your books, | take it,
is all in order?

Nothing wrong
with the accounts?

We want everything beyond
reproach, ma’am,



for the board of
governors tomorrow.

Ain’t it always?

Thank the good Lord
for the likes of you.

A beadle’s
life ain’t easy.

Not with every workhouse in
the parish to look after.

Truth to tell, ma’am,
I would--

{ knocking )

What, what?

She’s in labor,
ma’am!

The child’s
coming any minute!

What’s all this?
Talk sense.

She come in from the rain,
half dead, she looked, ma’am.

And the child’s coming.

Get the parish
surgeon, how.

( groaning )

( grunting )

( shrieking )

( slapping }

( baby crying )

Please, may | see
my baby?

You have a boy,
my dear.

JJ

- { crying )
- { groaning )

Doctor,
is she gone?

She was a
pretty little thing.

Where was she from,
who was she?

She never said a word.

Her shoes was
worn to pieces.

Pity all the same.

A vagrant.

Poor dear.

Poor dear.

JJ

Even parish orphans
need names, you know.

Let’s see.

The foundlings here all owe
their names to me.

I draw up lists
complete and alphabetical.

The last was "S."”

Swubble,
I named him.

This is "T.”

I'll name him
"Twist.”

Oliver Twist.

JJ

To work!

Get to work!

( grunting )

Oliver!

What's wrong with Dick?

Dick, you all right?

It’s only that | feel
a little dizzy, that’s all.

Dizzy?

He’s half-starved to death,
that’s what it is.

Come on.

{ knocking )

Mr. Bumble,
do come in!

Come in!

You must be weary
from your walk.

Yes, indeed.

A beadle’s life
is hard, ma’am.

And full of multitudinous
responsibilities.

Ah, the burden.

You must rest.

Here.

In my good chair.

Mrs. Mann, you are the
apotheosis of kindness

and gentility.

You'll take a draft of
something cool, I trust.

| couldn’t possibly.

I’'m on business.

This being the second
Monday of the month,

I bring your monthly
parochial stipend to you.

Mr. Bumble, you're as
regular as time and tide.

It’s good you are.

| often wonder,
how do | get by?

| ask the same question of
myself, ma’am.

Even .

How many years is it since
Mr. Mann departed this world?

Five and 20.

I shall never
find another like him.

There has never been
a Mrs. Bumble.

Goodness me.

No, there never has.

My life is not all beer
and skittles, ma’am.

- Poor, Mr. Bumble.
- Yes, indeed.

Well, may you
say so, ma’am.

| best put this in
my strongbox.

Better safe than sorry.

There’s no need
to count it, ma’am.

Mr. Bumble,
would I ever?

JJ

Pure gold.

I'll ask her.

By God, | will.

( bell ringing )

Suppertime already?

Mr. Bumble...

when you’re with me,
how time speeds by.

On wings, ma’am.

There’s a
roasted joint tonight.

You'll stay, of course?

How could I?

Please?

How could | not?

Dear Lord, we thanks
thee for thy kindness

and thy generosity.

Thou art our shepherd
and we fears no evil

for thy
holiness is everywhere.

Forgive these children
their sins.

They’re sinners,
every one of them.

They wouldn’t be here
if they wasn’t.

Help me make them
better Christians, Lord.

Amen.

all: Amen.

{ clattering )

A fine prayer, Mrs. Mann.

The hand of God is
in all things.

You'll have some tea?

Sweet, Mr. Bumble?

Very sweet indeed,
ma’am.

I am a student
of the scriptures, ma’am,

and it is interesting
to note

that when the animals go
in the ark, how is it done?

They go in pairs,
ma’am.

Two by two.

Why, so they do.

How right you are.

There is a lesson to be
learned from this.

A lesson, Mr. Bumble?

Which brings me
to my question, ma’am.

Will you be mine?

What can
you mean, sir?

Mine to have and hold,
so to speak.

You mean to marry?

Oliver, what
are you doing?

You're still hungry.

At least, kind lady,
at the very least,

consider my proposal.

Excuse me, sir.

Do not dismiss me
out of hand--

What’s this?

What’s this?

Well, speak up, boy.

What do you mean by standing
there in front of me?

Please, sir.

I want some more.

What?

Please, sir,
I want some more.

He wants some more.

We give and
give and you take

and take and here’s
what comes of it!

Do you know
what a system is, boy?

Do you know?

A system, sir?

A system is
the way things are.

It starts way up there with
the queen herself

and comes down through
Parliament and me to you.

You are poor, that is what we
have the poor laws for.

And what they say
is that you get one bowl

for your supper.

There is no more!

I didn’t know,
I'm sorry, sir!

I'll give you sorry,
Oliver!

It was for me!

He asked for me!

Then may God’s wrath come
down on both of you!

JJ

We'll lock you up
until tomorrow.

Down you go, into
the cellar for the night!

JJ

Up with you!

Come on, come on!

Don’t stand
there dawdling, Oliver.

We’ve got to scrub you up
and get you looking proper

for the board.

The board, sir?

Nine years old
and he knows nothing.

Yes, the board!

It’s time you
were ‘prenticed out

and learned a
honest trade.

Mr. Bumble: Do exactly as
| tell you, boy.

And don’t speak lest
you're spoken to.

Bow to the board,
Oliver.

Are you young Twist?

- Say, "Yes, sir.”
- Yes, sir.

You are aware, | trust,
that you are an orphan?

You have been brought up
by the parish

which has gone to
great lengths, | may say,

to find who your father or your
mother may have been.

No one has ever
come to claim you.

You do know that,
don’t you, boy?

I do, sir.

Having reached the age
of nine, you face a choice.

You may be transferred
to an adult workhouse

or become
apprentice to a tradesman.

Do you follow me, boy?

An adult workhouse, sir?

You will find it far less
generous and kind than here,

blindly so, of course.

It’s not good for people
to depend too heavily upon

their government for
room and board.

Relief is one thing,
indulgence is another.

A man must stand upon
his own two feet,

don’t you think so, Twist?

I do, sir.

Then you choose to
be apprentice.

- Say, "Yes, sir."”
- Yes, sir.

Well, does anyone come
forward who wants the boy?

He is waiting
outside, sir.

Don’t stand there
like a lump, man.

Bring him in!

Sowerberry.

You look familiar.

Do | know you?

Sowerberry is
the name, sir.

I'm the parish
undertaker.

Oh yes, of course.

You want the boy?

I do, sir.

He’ll have
three good meals a day

and a decent place
to sleep.

The parish is prepared to give
you three pounds ten shillings

to take the boy off
our hands.

Five pounds.

That’s what your
notice said.

He’ll eat me out
of house and home.

I'll not have him for
less than five.

Five pounds for the boy.

{ snoring }

Done.

JJ

boy: Firewood!

Get your firewood!

Firewood!

Get your firewood!

Get your firewood!

Firewood!

Get your firewood!

Is this the new boy from
the workhouse?

Watch how Noah
does the shutters.

You'll be doing
it tomorrow.

I'm Mr. Noah Claypole.

And you’ll be
working under me.

- Get my meaning?
- Yes, sir.

Do you live
here, Mr. Claypole?

No, not me.

I've got a mother
and a father.

I'm not some little
foundling from the workhouse.

Hey, Workhouse.

Put those up.

( grunting )

Another orphan boy?

The last one drove us to
the poorhouse

with his eating
'til the day he died.

This one is different.

There’s something
in his face.

You'll see.

He looks so
melancholy and | thought,

what a delightful
mute he’d make.

| saw him standing by the
graveside looking mournful.

Not at adult funerals, only
for children's practice.

It’s a new
idea, my dear.

A mute who is in
proportion.

It would have
the most superb effect.

Excuse me, sir.

You see, my dear?

I'm burying
two babes tomorrow.

In there with you.

- Here, Charlotte!
- Charlotte: Yes, missus?

Show the boy where
he’s to sleep.

We shall see.

Come on then,
Oliver.

Right, you'll be
sleeping in the workshop.

There’s bedding underneath
the bench.

That’s where
the last boy died.

You go settle yourself down,

and I'll go and bring
you Trip’s supper.

JJ

You're in luck,
Oliver.

Cold lamb’s neck.

Thank you, ma’am.

You're certain
Mr. Trip won’t mind?

He ain’t a mister!

He’s a dog!

And he won’t mind
if you don't.

( giggling )

{ church bell tolling )

I’'m working,
can’t you see?

I'm sorry, sir.

You are a sorry lot
and that’s the God’s truth.

Well then, did you have a fine
time at the graveyard?

No, sir.

"No, sir, yes, sir.”

Mr. Sowerberry promised me |
could be the mute, Workhouse!

Hold off, Noah, leave
the boy alone.

Won't be the first to
leave him, would 1?

Who's your father,
my fine young fellow?

1 don’t know.

Oh, ran off and left
you, did he?

Who's your mum?

She’s dead and don’t you
talk about her.

Dead?

Ch my.

I don’t reckon
they was married up,

your mother and father.

Do you know what that
makes you?

I'm telling you,
you'd better stop!

| wonder how she earned
her living,

selling bits and pieces
of herself, do you think?

What’s that you say?

I'm saying your mother
was a right old--

( grunting )

Look what you’ve done,
you little retch!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Don’t you hit me,
Noah Claypole!

Take that.

3:00 on Wednesday, madam!

Help, murder!

Oliver's insane!

Charlotte: That Noah hit me,
missus!

He hit me!

Let me go!

Ow, ow!

Ch my God,
look what he done!

Let me go!

Put me down!

Right,
I'll get you!

See what your workhouse
retch has gone and done!

He called
my mother names!

What if he did?

She’s anything he
says and worse.

She wasn’t,
that’s a lie!

You little villain.

You're going to the workhouse
in the morning, do you hear?

You're going back!

Oliver: | can’t go back,
I can’t!

( crying )

JJ

JJ

( baby crying )

{ cow mooing }

( sheep bleating )

{ cows mooing )

JJ

boy: What have we here?

Hello, mate,
what’s up?

| beg your pardon?

It’s been a dog’s age since
I had my pardon begged.

You look like you
could use some grub.

One bob,
that’s all | got.

So come on, let’s see how
far one bob can take us.

Going to London,
are you?

You know
any people there?

I'm going to seek
my fortune in the city.

Now look here, Oliver.

I’'m meant to be
in London, late tonight.

And | knows a fine old gentleman
who’ll give you shelter,

on the cheap.

For nothing.

Look, bed and board don’t
come no cheaper.

Would he really?

If 1 tells him to.

Oh, Jack’s me name.

Jack Dawkins.

Known to my close
associates and boon companions

as the Artful Dodger.

I’'m Oliver Twist.

Well met.

Come on, drink up.

Time we got moving.

( bell tolling )

JJ

{ women laughing )

( baby crying )

Come on,
come on, then.

Not far now.

Heads!

{ man shouting )

{ woman laughing )

{ woman cackling )

( bell tolling )

boy: Who's down there?

Hello, Charlie,
it’s the Dodger.

Is the Lord Master
home tonight?

He’s in the
parlor cooking supper.

Back we go.

Yeah, what’s this?

There’s two of you.

You always were
a keen observer, Charlie.

Meet my flash companion,
Oliver.

There’s nothing
here to be afraid of.

Come on in and meet
the family.

JJ

Why, it’s my Dodger
home to roost.

And who is this
he has with him?

Fagin, meet my friend,
Oliver Twist.

Come here
where we can see you.

We're very glad
to meet you, Oliver.

You seem a nice
young man.

A little the worse
for wear, however.

Are you hungry?

Yes, sir.

Well, you have come
upon the moment,

as my betters like to say.

Dodger, bring
the sausages.

Charlie, fetch a gin and water
for our nice young friend.

You will sit here, Oliver.

On my right.

An honored guest.

And, uh...

how long have you
and Oliver been friends?

Since breakfast, give
or take a bit.

As long as that.

Well, perhaps you and | should
have a little chat.

You’ll excuse us, Oliver.

You barely know the boy.

How could you
bring him here?

I knows a good thing
when | sees it.

He’s no thief
by the look of him.

What were you thinking?

You're the one I'm
thinking of, Fagin.

It’s his face--
Look at it.

He could walk
into St. Paul’s

and steal the candles
off the altar.

( dog barking )

( laughing )

Oh Lord, that’s Bill.

He’s in a mood and drunk,
too, from the sound of it.

( laughing )

woman: Oh, get up!

Well, Fagin,
here | am.

So you are, Bill.

Charlie, fetch some gin for
Mr. Sikes as well and Nancy.

How well you look tonight,
my dear.

Oh, | know how
I look.

- Who's this then, eh?
- His name is Oliver.

Ain’t he pretty?

Oh, haven’t you got
a lovely face.

He’s burning up.

You've got a fever,
something dreadful, you have.

You should be in bed,
you should.

Come on.

It’s all right,
I'll bring this up.

Have done
with it, Nan.

I’'m here on business.

Bread for me,
then, Bill.

A poor night’s work.

A tinsmith,
on the Fulham road.

Just do the best
you can for me.

I always do.

Drink up.

This will stop
your shivering.

Just you lie still while
| tuck you in.

It’s awfully
kind of you, ma’am.

Oh, hush now.

JJ

There ain’t a soul in the world
what doesn’t want tucking in

from time to time.

JJ

What’s this, then?

You're awake.

What have you seen?

You had the shiny thing,
I don’t know what it was.

Yeah.

You come here, if you're strong
enough to walk today.

I think | am.

This is
what you saw.

- What do you think of it?
- It's awfully pretty.

Is it real?

Interesting question.

Has it value?

There’s a fortune
in this little box.

| could live out my
life in comfort.

| could have a
house in Hampstead

and a maid to do
the chores.

But can | spend it?

Canl let it go?

No.

Might as well be tin
for all the use it is.

But is more precious
to me than...

This is all a bit beyond
you, isn’t it, my dear?

Some water over there in
the basin to wash in.

Thank you, sir.

Dodger: It’s us, Fagin.

Ah.

boy: See what
we’ve been doing.

Dodger: We've done you
proud.

Well, my dears.

And have we been hard
at work today?

Hard as nails.

Ingenious craftsmen,
Oliver, are they not?

And one day, we might teach
you how to do it.

Teach us what, sir?

Lord, he’s so
jolly green.

He’ll learn.

We play a very
instructive game here, Oliver.

This may amuse you--
Watch very closely now.

Snuff box.

Note case.

Kerchief.

Stick pin.

Timepiece.

You're awfully
good, sir.

It’s a lovely game.

It hasn’t
quite started yet.

Watch this.

JJ

( whistling }

( grunting and giggling )

Ahh!

Very good.

You made it all.

May | play, sir
may I? ’

Certainly, and one day,
you may play for real.

I don’t
think so, sir.

Pretend is one thing, but
| couldn’t steal.

Not really,
sir, not possibly.

We'll see, my dear.

You never know.

I trust I'm not
intruding, Fagin?

Why, not at all,
Mr. Monks, sir.

No, no indeed.

A brace of
dueling pistols.

Silver mounts.

I won them
over cards last night.

You can dispose of them,
of course.

They’re very handsome.

I'd say they'd fetch
as much as--

Ah, good lads.

Out you go,
you too, Oliver.

The air will do
you good.

Good morning, sir.

What’s this
we have?

A little gentleman?

He’s a
workhouse foundling.

His name is Oliver.

Come here,
my boy.

What’s your
last name?

Twist, sir.

That’s the name
they gave me.

| don’t know
my real one.

- How old are you?
- Nine, sir.

Nine.

That’s all, boy,
you may go.

What do you
know about him?

Where’s he from,
how did he come to you?

He interests you,
my dear Monks.

He might do.

{ crows cawing }

Well, stop rambling,
Mr. Bumble, and get on with it.

Oh, of course,
Mrs. Bumble, my dear.

As | was saying,
| was at the inn,

on parochial
business, of course,

and | overheard this gentleman
inquiring about Oliver.

Inquiring what,
exactly?

Mostly he was interested
in the mother.

| told him I was
present when she died

and he was most intent
on finding out

what | knew about her.

And you said?

Nothing, my dear, because
nothing is what we know.

He asked me who else was
there that night

and | told
him my dear wife,

so he imposed on me to
fetch you and I did.

I wonder what
his game is.

( dog barking )

{ knocking )

Sir?

So...

this is Mrs. Bumble.

Ma’am.

Bumble tells me
you was inquiring

after that poor girl
what died.

| thought since you
were with her at the end,

perhaps she whispered
some last words,

some sign
of who she was.

She may have done.

It’s been ten years.

Was she some kin
of yours?

That’s none of
your affair.

But, yes, she may
have been my sister.

Didn’t look much
like you, did she?

It’s coming back.

She asked to
see the child.

She kissed its cheek.

Didn’t say another word.

Are you certain?

Did she have a purse,
aring, a locket?

Anything which
might identify her?

Look, it's important
to me!

Oh, there’s no
mistaking that.

Her clothes was
all in rags, poor dear.

She didn’t have a thing.

For your trouble.

JJ

( intermittent knocks )

-Bill: Who is it ?
- It’s me, Bill.

( dog growling )

Only me, my dear.

Come by the fire then,
have some gin.

Gin’s wasted
on me, Bill.

Ah, we're looking
very pale tonight, my dear.

It’s cold.

It is, indeed.

Well, Bill.

You sent for me?

That’s right,
1 did.

I'm going to do a
piece of work in Chertsey.

When?

Tomorrow night.

| found a
house down there

that’s stuffed with
silver plate.

| seen it through
the pantry window.

About as much as
I can carry.

Can you handle it?

I'm the finest fence
there is, am | not?

I want a good
price, Fagin.

Have | ever
cheated you?

I'll tell you this, man, if
| ever thought you did...

And another thing.

The house is all barred up
like a jail at night.

I'll need a boy.

| would have taken the
Dodger but he’s gone too big.

Yes, the rich forget to bar
the little windows,

don’t they--
How small is it?

- Small enough.
- | have just the boy for you.

Not Oliver.

Why not?

It’s time he earned
his bed and board.

He’s too young.

- They’re all young.
- He’s a green one, Fagin.

True, Bill, but he’s bright
and quick and dutiful to boot.

He’ll do exactly as
you tell him.

It’s not right.

He’s different
from the other boys.

Exactly so, my dear.

But he's of no use
to me as he is.

I need him
to be one of us.

| keep thinking he’s
going to run off.

I hope he does.

In London alone, Nan,
he’d be dead in a week.

I'm doing him
a kindness.

Oh, like
you done to me?

| clothed you and fed you,
did | not?

I didn’t pour
gin down your throat,

put you out on
the street.

You did it all
yourself, my dear,

don’t put the
blame on me.

Why, even now, you
could walk out of here

and become a seamstress
or some such.

( laughing )

No, not anymore,
I can’t.

And well
you know it.

Too late for me.

It always was.

You want the boy
or don’t you?

If he queers things up,
Il Kill him.

Mark my words.

I'll be by
for him at dawn.

{ rooster crowing )

Fagin: Oliver, it's me, my dear.

Come along,
I need you.

Look what
I've got for you.

New boots?

I've never had
new boots before.

Well, it’s almost morning,
put them on.

1 will, sir,
right away.

Does this mean,
sir, am | leaving here?

Would you like to?

No disrespect, sir.

It’s been better here than
at the workhouse,

but if it’s all
the same to you, sir,

I don’t want to
be a thief.

Too good for it,
are you?

It’s only that | think my
mother wouldn’t want me to.

And stealing is a sin.

Well, you have no
choice, have you?

I think your God would
understand that.

I know mine would.

Mr. Sikes
is coming for you.

- Mr. Sikes ?
- { knocking )

Be quick, he’s here.

Take heed, Oliver.

Sikes is a rough one, he’s
a mad one when his blood is up.

Say nothing, ask no questions,
do exactly as you're told

and no harm will come,
but if you cross him,

God help you.

Understand me?

Good boy.

Look at him.

I must have gone soft-headed
to let you talk me into this.

He’ll do the job
for you, Bill.

Nancy: You’ll be free
of this one day,

don’t you worry, Oliver.

Now, you do what
Bill says, do you hear?

Don’t you cross him.

He’s got some bread
and cheese for you.

He’ll give you some.

He’s not a
bad man, Oliver.

- He’s just--
- That’s enough now.

Well, I can Kiss the boy
goodbye, can't I?

Not on my time.

Hands off me, Bill.

Hands?

I'll show you hands!

See this, boy?

It won’t be the first time
it had gone off.

And even if it did,
there’s no one gonna come

asking after you,

- understand me?
- Mm-hmm.

JJ

Well,
come on, then.

Don’t lag behind.

We've got a
full day’s walk ahead.

JJ

Come on, come on!

JJ

Boy.

Rest your bones, boy.

What we does now...

is we waits.

JJ

Now, you listen
to me close, boy.

That’s the larder,
probably.

Once | put you
through the window,

you go through the kitchen
and unbolt the door.

That’s the door.

Now...

you make one sound,
just one sound...

You ready now?

Oh, please don’t make
me do this, Mr. Sikes.

Please don't.

I'll use my pistol on you,
boy, | swear | will.

No tricks now.

Don’t you wake up
the family.

Don’t you
even think of it.

JJ

( groaning )

Bill: The door!

The door!

JJ

{ screaming )}

I shot him.

Yes, by George,
1 did it.

I'm all right,
Mrs. Bedwin!

Come in and see!

| shot the brute.

Put that pistol down,
Mr. Giles,

before the dreadful
things goes off again.

It’s just a boy.

I've killed him,
surely.

Is he dead?

1 think not.

No, not yet.

Go fetch
the master.

Quick, man!

JJ

Mr. Brownlow!

Mr. Brownlow,
sir!

-1 heard a shot!
- Oh, you did, sir.

It was me.

A thief broke in
and | shot him.

Uncle George,
what’s happening?

You stay here,
my dear, until | see.

Oh...

What have we here?

Wounds in his
shoulder, sir.

What harm’s been done,
I can’t say.

A mere boy.

What a dreadful thing.

Sir, shall | fetch
the constable?

No, the constable can wait
'til the morning.

Go and get Dr. Losborne.

Poor little thing.

You're quite certain
you feel up to it, my boy?

He wants to speak to you.

He’s weak now, but it’s
a simple wound, no problem.

He'll be well in time.

Young man, this is Mr. Brownlow
and his niece, Ms. Maylie.

I want to
thank you, sir.

And you too, ma’am.

You've been so kind
and I'm very grateful.

Never mind about that,
young man.

I trust the bed
is comfortable.

It’s very high.

What’s your name?

Oliver Twist is
the name they gave me.

How old are you?

Nine, ma’am.

Well then,
young Oliver.

Would you care
to tell us how

you came to be in
my larder?

And Mr. Sikes no sooner
propped me through the window

when the gun went off.

Mrs. Bedwin: That’s enough now.

Out of here,
all of you.

| have breakfast for the boy
and he’ll have it

while it’s nice and hot.

There we are.

What a dreadful life.

I had no idea of
the conditions.

When | think what he’s
been through,

how he survived.

He’s such
a lovely boy.

He’s nice enough.

What are we
going to do with him?

You have three choices
as I see it.

You can send him
to the workhouse,

you can keep him here and
raise him as your own

or you can
summon the police.

Oh, not that!

I can’t help feeling
I've seen that face before.

Can’t we keep him,
Uncle?

Can’t he live with us?

What’s that, my dear?

I'd love it
looking after him.

I'd do my share.

It'd be a pleasure,
not a burden.

Oh, Uncle, please?

I can understand
your feelings.

Even so, it’s a
very grave decision.

JJ

Fagin: What?

You lost him?

Watch the way you
talk to me, old man.

Quite so.

You’d had a bad night,
haven’t you dear Bill?

Well now, what happened to
our Oliver, exactly?

Everything went
all right

until | put him
through the window.

And then some bloke
come out with a gun

and shot him.

Is he dead?

Do you think | stayed
around to look?

Oh, you fool.

Don’t you call me names,
you dirty Jew!

You're a credit to
the human race, Bill.

If the boy’s alive, he will
certainly inform on us,

you know he will.

Dodger, Charlie.

Get your things,
we’ve got to pack up.

Take it all, the whole lot,
hurry, now!

You've had enough.

I lost the silver,
Fagin.

All that shiny plate.

JJ

Oliver!

Oliver!

Look what | brought you,
Mrs. Bedwin.

Oh, thank you, dear.

I only picked a few,
sir, so it wouldn’t show.

That’s quite all right,
my boy.

- Come here a moment.
- Yes, sir.

Someday, we’ll have to
talk about your future.

You must go to school,
you know.

You don’t mean leave here,
do you, sir?

No, not just yet.

I'm in no rush to
part with you.

Oliver.

Time for your studies.

Come along.

I liked him from the moment
I laid eyes on him.

Something in
his face, he’s--

He’s like the lady in that
picture over there.

Don’t you
think so, sir?

Yes, | do indeed.

I've been thinking about that,
quite a bit, in fact.

And to make certain you’ve been
practicing your arithmetic,

we’re going to start
with a little test today.

I'll give you
five minutes.

I’'m going to fetch my sewing,
I'll be back presently.

JJ

No!

No, no!

No!

{ screaming continues )

Hush, child!

Hush now, Oliver!

What’s happened,
my boy?

- | saw them at the window.
- What?

Fagin and a man | saw
into this house.

I'm sorry that
| screamed, sir.

There’s no one anywhere
that | can see.

But the way they
looked at me!

Especially the dark
man with the birthmark!

What’s that, Oliver?

A birthmark,
just here!

Tell me about this man.

I don’t remember much,

only that he
frightened me a little.

He had nice clothes and he
sounded like a gentleman.

Let us go and have our
tea, shall we?

You two go on-- Rose
and | will come in a moment.

Come along, dear.

Rose, | fear | have to
leave for London.

And | cannot leave
two women and a boy here

all alone if those fellows
are on the loose.

Surely, Uncle, we're
not in danger.

Oliver may well be,
if I'm right.

Well, let us have our
tea and then we’ll pack.

JJ

Well, at least
we found him.

That’s enough for now.

The boy must
simply disappear.

You see?

As if by accident.

We have to wait 'til
they’re back in town, of course.

Then one day, when they
send him on an errand

he’ll get lost.

He won’t return.

And that’s the end
of it.

Why bother with
the boy at all?

He’s had a stroke
of fortune,

let him keep it.

Why not?

What does he know, what can
he say to anybody?

-1 moved, I'm safe.
- I'm not!

What could he possibly
do to you?

That’s none of
your affair.

I don’t much like
your neighborhood.

It isn’t quite good enough
for you, is it?

Not nearly.

J The dear is dead J

J And though where I'm
surrounded so... s

You know, | really
should wash my hands of you.

You won't.

J Oh please give
me a penny sirJ

J My mother dear
is dead... s

( baby crying )

Fagin-- Fagin,
it’s the end!

The worst has
happened!

Ch my God,
they’ve got the Artful!

What?
Who's this?

They’ve nabbed
him, Fagin.

Caught him as he
snatched a snuff box!

| was there!

| seen them take him
to the clink!

How'd it happen,
Charlie?

It all went
too fast.

They're
trying him tomorrow.

They’ll deport him shortly,
won’t they?

He’s as good
as in Australia.

If he’s lucky.

Lost his whole life
for a snuff box.

It ain’t right.

Oh, | shall
miss him.

He’s the best
| ever trained.

Such talent, Charlie,
such intelligence.

There’s no one
like the Dodger.

I just got to be there
when they tries him.

I don’t want
to lose you, too!

I'm going,
I don’t care.

He’ll stand up in the dock,
the Dodger will,

and make fools
out of all of them.

( bell ringing )

( babies crying )

Get those
babies out of here.

Bring on the next one.

Well, about time.

Hold your...
tongue, lad

I'm an Englishman,
ain't 1?

Where’s me privileges?

Yeah, I'll give you your
privileges soon enough.

What’s this one done?

Pickpocketer,
your worship.

Has the boy been
here before?

No, but he should
have been.

That’s libeling,
that is.

That’s a defamation
of my character.

( audience agreeing )

Is there a withess
to this crime?

Yes, sir.

| saw him take that
snuffbox, that | did.

Look at that
shifty face on him!

He’d steal the pennies off
a dead man’s eyes!

man: He would at that,
just look at him!

woman: The boy is right!

That’s quite enough, you
insolent young vagabonds.

Before your sentence, have
you got anything to say?

No, not here.

There ain’t no
justice in this place.

Besides which, my attorney’s
having breakfast

with the House of Lords.

all: Ooh...

So's he can't
speak for me.

Mark him for...
deportation.

( all shouting )

You call
yourself a judge?

We'll see what the secretary
of state for home affairs

- has got to say.
- Take him off.

You haven’t heard
the last of me!

JJ

- man: You dirty little--
- Oh, oh.

Fagin: No, I'll have
no hand in it!

The boy means
nothing to you.

No one’s gonna
miss him.

You're the
gentleman.

You do it,
I’'m no murderer.

No, you’re not.

But in amongst
your circle,

surely there’s someone
in that line of work?

It’s worth
500 pounds to me.

That’s a fortune.

What makes Oliver
so valuable to you?

The little bastard is
my father’s son.

Half-brother to me.

There’s no proof of it
that | can find.

Perhaps there is,
perhaps have missed it.

There’s too much at stake, and
Brownlow’s come to town.

He started making
inquiries after me.

Mark this...
closely.

He’s staying at the Wyndham

with that Maylie
girl and Oliver.

That’s where your murderer
must wait and watch.

{ clattering )

It’s Nan.

Revolting creature.

Nancy?

Find me a murderer,
old man.

500 pounds.

JJ

Swine.

I'm not much
better, am I?

Come on, old love,
that’s it.

Get off.

Sleep it off.

JJ

( dog barking in distance )

What am | gonna do?

( bell tolling )

{ bell jingling }

man: Ten of the clock
and all is well.

woman: Sweet lavender!

Sweet lavender!

Miss!

Lavender, Miss?

Miss?

God bless you, Miss.

Here-- You can’t
come in here.

I'm sorry, sir, but there's
a lady staying here,

a Miss Maylie--
I have to see her, sir.

Now, go on,
you have no business here.

Be off with you!

It’s desperate,
sir, please!

Could | write a note?

No harm in that now,
is there, sir, eh?

Can someone carry
up a note, please?

( bell dinging )

Rose: Are you the girl
who sent this?

What does it mean?
Who are you?

I'm Nancy, Miss.

You're
Nancy?

Oliver's told me
so much about you.

- He’s asleep, I'll get him.
- No, | have no time.

I shouldn’t
be here, Miss.

I'm risking everything.

If they found out--

Do you know a man
named Monks?

No.

- No, I’'m sure not.
- It may not be his true name.

Well, he knows you.

He knows Fagin, too.

| overheard them,
just tonight.

This Monks, I heard him say
that Oliver's his brother—-

No, his half-brother.

What?

Yeah, that’s it,
his half-brother.

And then, | heard him
offer Fagin--

Oh, Miss, he
offered Fagin 500 pound

to find a man who'd
murder Oliver.

Ch no.

Now, listen close, 'cause
this is what | come to say.

You don't let Oliver
go out alone.

Don’t you let him
out of your sight,

'cause that’s what they're
waiting for, you see?

You just keep him safe.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, of course.

Now, I've got to go
before I'm missed.

Surely, you're
not leaving!

Where is this Fagin?

| can’t say, Miss.

| can’t say one word more
because among those men,

there’s one--

He’s mine, Miss.

Well, he’s a bold one.

And he’s cruel to me,
but if he went to jail

he’d surely die for all
the things he’s done.

And I'd die myself
before | caused him any harm.

I understand.

Listen, my uncle will
be home shortly.

He’ll know what
to do, | know he will.

And maybe he’ll have
to see you.

Could we meet again?

Oh Lord,
1 don’t know.

If they found out,
they’d kill me.

I——

| couldn’t sleep,
Miss Rose, I--

Nancy, it’s you!

It’s you, it’s you!

I've missed you
so much!

Never mind.

What matters is that I've
come to make sure

you're being
taken proper care of.

Let’s look at you.

Very nice.

1 think his hair could do
with a trimming, though.

So it could.

You'll stay a while,
won’t you?

No, I'm sorry, love.

Not this time.

It’s late, you
should be in bed.

But there’s so much
1 want to tell you.

Well, it’ll have to
wait 'til next time.

Go on.

Good night, Nan.

JJ

St. Margaret's dock.

London Bridge.

Do you know it?

Tomorrow night, 11:00.

I'll be there.

( dog barking )

Bill: Up, boy!

( laughing )

You're not
drinking, woman.

You're not keeping
up tonight.

Yes, | am, love.

I'm every bit as gone
as you are,

Every bit of it.

What’s the time?

What’s that to you?

| feel drowsy,
that’s all.

It’s after 10:00.

Now, pull me up.

JJ

( laughing )

J When 'neath
those things

J That fortune brings -

J I feel my
heart is sinking -

J 1 find relief ;

J From all my grief

J In drinking

- ;' Drinking, drinking J
- { dog howling }

Nancy: Here you are, love.

Drink up, drink up.

( bell tolling )

Charlie!

This is for beer.

Now don’t wander off,
I shan’t be long.

( intermittent knocking )

Who's that now?

It’s only me, Bill.

It’s Fagin!

Well, come on,
girl.

Let the old rat in.

JJ

( dog growling )

It’s my Nancy.

Glad to see you.

We’'re halfway
to bed.

What do you want?

Only a word...

with the man
of the house.

Come to talk some
business, Bill.

There’s a job?
For me?

For you or
someone else.

Haven't decided yet.

It’s very big,
you see.

It’s worth 50 pounds.

Only one job worth
that kind of money.

Right you are, Bill.

Who and when?

It’s private, see.

For your ears only.

You can talk
in front of Nan.

Just tell me who.

You’d never remember.

You're too drunk.

How can you stand it,
living with him?

He’s a pig.

What did you say,
you...

{ mumbling )

{ snoring }

Look at him.

Get out, will you?

Go on!

What’s the hurry,
love?

{ growling )

You get moving or
I'll set the dog on you!

Never one to overstay
his welcome.

Pleasant dreams.

Charlie.

There’s something
up, | think.

If Nan comes out, you
follow her, you hear me, boy?

Don’t let her see you.

Do it well now--
Come on.

( dog barking )

Oh!

{ snoring }

( creaking )

JJ

( dog barking )

{ whispering )
Sir, sir.

Not here.

JJ

Why have you brought us
down so far, my girl?

- Why here?
- I'm sorry, sir,

but I'm so full of fear
and dread tonight.

If Fagin should
find out, or Bill--

Now listen, Rose has told
me what you said

and Oliver is safe,
and for this | thank you.

But | must have more.

| want the man Monks.

And Fagin, too.

You want me to
peach on Monks?

And Fagin?

Yes, my girl,
exactly that.

| could never
turn on Fagin, sir.

Eh?

Well, he’s done a lot of bad
things in his time,

but so have I.

No one’s ever
turned on me.

But Monks.

Him, you can have,
for all | care.

I don’t owe
him anything.

Right, then.

| don’t know anything
about him,

| don’t know where he
lives or anything like that,

but | do know that
when he comes down

to see the likes of us,

you can always find him in
a pub that goes by the name

of The Three Cripples.

It’s on the
Bristol Lane.

And does he come
here often?

Oh, there’s no telling, sir,
but come he does.

I've been here too
long, I've got to go.

Now, just a moment.

Before you go, surely
there’s something

- we can do for you.
- No, nothing, sir.

- Nothing.
- At least have this.

No, ma’am, | can’t.

I haven’t done
this for the money.

It’s knowing Oliver’s
out of harm’s way,

that’s all | want.

If you just tell him
that Nancy said...

Well, what’s it matter?

God bless you.

Good night.

JJ

JJ

Fagin: Charlie?

Is that you, my boy?

Well, you have been a long
time, haven't you?

Where did she go,
who did she see?

I don’t know,
I lost her, Fagin.

You lost her,
did you?

What a pity.

Come and sit
by the fire.

You hungry?

I could do
with something.

| should wonder.

Ahh, it’s gone cold.

Well, no matter,
we would heat it up.

Where did you
lose her?

What part of town?

Oh, oh, you see,
what happened was,

we got as far as Holborn when
she started looking back,

like she was being
followed, like she’d seen me,

so | let her move ahead

and then the first
thing | knew--

You're lying, Charlie.

No, | ain’t.

And the more you lie,
the worse it is for Nancy.

Out with it now--
Where did she go?

St. Margaret's dock.

Who did she see, boy,
who was there?

A gray-haired gentleman,
it was,

and a young lady.

Friends of Oliver's,
it sounded like.

She didn’t
peach on you.

She told them
never, Fagin.

Not a word.

She stood right up
for all of us.

She risked her life
to tell them nothing?

Charlie, do you take
me for a fool?

She gave them Monks.

She said he’d find him
at the Cripples

if he waited
long enough.

She said that?

That’s everything
she said.

| swear it, Fagin.

Fagin?

Fagin?

Take your sausages,
go to bed.

Nancy.

( door creaking )

Bill?

Is that you,
Bill?

It’s only me.

What’s all
this, then?

Eh, what you
doing here?

Where’s Bill?

He’s down at
the Three Cripples

pouring beer into his body if
you want to talk to him.

Later possibly,
not now.

Do you mind
if | sit down?

Well, you can go full out on
the floor for all | care.

You're in a
sour mood today, Nan.

Yeah, well, waking up
and seeing you is enough

to put the blight
on any morning.

Well, I've got to get
up and straighten things

and get Bill's breakfast.

So whatever’s
on your mind?

Come on, let’s have
done with it.

This isn’t
easy for me, Nan.

I've known you nearly
all your life.

Huh, mores the pity.

Well then?

All those years,
never once have | ever

turned anybody in,
not you, not Bill.

Not any man.

It’s a small credit
to you.

Nor have I

I never did.

St. Margaret's dock,
last night.

No use
denying it, | know.

All right.

| peached on Monks.

But | don’t care,
he’s nothing to me.

Nor to me.

But if he’s taken in,
the threads can lead to us.

JJ

Do you mean...

Do you mean I've
put Bill in danger?

Oh God, | never
thought--

You never thought?

Who else have you
turned in, who else?

No, Monks, that’s all.

- That’s all, | swear it.
-1 don’t believe you.

- On my soul, | swear it.
- Did you tell them to find me?

- No... no!
- Did you?

| don’t believe you,
you're lying!

I gave them Monks
to save the boy,

that’s all | did!

What’s this?

What’s this
about Monks!

I didn’t mean no harm,
Bill, honest.

What have you gone
and done?

I gave him up.

| told some people where
to find him, that’s all.

I never said
another word, honest.

If Monks goes down,
we all go.

You meant to get
me drunk last night.

You’ve turned on me, that’s
what you’ve done.

No, never.

I can’t trust
you no more.

So sweet to
me this morning.

All those kisses.

= I'll show you!
- { screaming )

- Leave her!
- Don’t touch me!

{ shouting }

Out of my way!

Oh, Bill.

Bill, don’t look
at me like that.

Get up.

Up with you!

Do you want your
breakfast?

Won’t take a minute.

No one turns on me,
do you hear?

Bill, | never
turned on you!

I love you.

I've been true to you,
on my honor.

On your honor?

On your honor?

Oh, Bill,
please don’t hurt me.

Bill, I might have
left you.

I didn’t, | came back.

They was gonna
take me somewhere safe,

but I'm your
girl, Bill!

You're my life!

- { screaming )
- { growling )

Bill, | can’t see!

Bill, Bill,
where are you?

I can’t see!

{ growling )

Bill, where
are you?

Please, don’t
hurt me , Bill!

There’s no pain.

Bill...

{ whimpering )

Bill...

Is that you,
my love?

Is that you, Bill?

Oh...

Oh...

( crying )

JJ

{ growling )

{ screaming )}

JJ

Bill, is that you,
my love?

( gasping )

Smart, smart is
what you wanna be, boy.

If you want to stay alive.

They’ll have descriptions
out on me, see.

They’ll know
about my hat...

so I'll be rid of it.

And they’ll know--

They’ll know
about you.

Oh, they will.

Come here.

There’s a good boy.

Come here.

I'm telling you,
come here!

{ whimpering )

Bill.

Come back here,
you bloody dog!

You think you're off
to London,

you've got me
to reckon with!

JJ

boy: Brutal murder,
read all about it!

Brutal murder,
read all about it!

- Fagin: Ahh... very good.
- They’re coming, Fagin!

What’s this, then?

The constable is coming with
a crowd of people with him.

Well, don’t be
frightened now.

They just want to talk to
some of Nancy's friends,

that’s all this is.

They’ll probably take me
in for questioning.

You’re on your own
now, 'til | get out.

You know where to run to--
Off you go.

Good boys,
out the back.

Straightaway.

Yes, constable.

What can | do
for you?

- You're Fagin, right?
- That’s right.

Come on then.

woman: Let’s get him!

Filthy Jew!

Who calls me that?

1 do!

{ crowd shouting }

Here, you want
the other cheek!

{ crowd shouting }

I know your faces!

We’'ve done
business together!

If you need money,
I'm the clever Jew!

If you don’t know the answers,
I'm the wise Jew!

If you need my
help, I'm the kind Jew!

Well, you can all go
to blazes!

You sicken me!

Good riddance to him.

( bell tolling )

woman: Sweet lavender.

God bless you, sir.

{ knocking )

Come in.

Thank you, Giles.

That will be all,
thank you.

Mr. Edward Leeford,
| believe.

The name
is Monks, sir.

How dare you have those
louts abduct me

in the middle
of the street?

| wanted to talk with
you in private.

If you’d rather, | will
call the constabulary.

Why on earth would you
want to do that?

I have a story that
should interest you.

My name means nothing
to you, does it?

Brownlow-- no.

Nothing whatsoever,
I'm afraid.

| was a dear friend of your
father, Philip Leeford.

His marriage was
unhappy, as you know.

And when he separated
from your mother,

he settled in
the country, where he met

a charming girl and
fell in love.

Well, that’s a most
romantic story, | must say.

| wish it were.

Her name was
Agnes Fleming.

He used her badly,
I'm afraid.

He kept his former
marriage secret from her.

And even when he came up
to London suddenly

to turn in to ask
your mother to divorce him,

he still said nothing
to Agnes.

Yes, | can see
it coming.

You're going to say that
she was carrying his child.

He never knew.

On reaching here,
he called you to his rooms

and told you what
he meant to do.

He had a portrait with him

that he had painted
of young Agnes.

| suggest that
you saw that portrait

and years later,
seeing Oliver,

your memory being
stirred, you questioned him.

You make me out to be
a very clever fellow.

Yes, sir, | do.

The next day, Philip,

your father,
came to me.

He was about to go abroad
and he had a premonition

that he was
going to die.

He left the portrait with
me and he wrote a will.

I have it.

In which he left
something to your mother

and the rest
to Agnes Fleming.

Did she ever get any
of the money?

No.

You got it when
your mother died.

I never found
poor Agnes.

She believed herself
to be abandoned,

and filled with shame,

she ran away
and disappeared.

But we both know she
died in childbirth.

Are you done, sir?

- May | leave now?
- No.

Not yet.

Come in, my dears.

That’s the man.

He evidently
seems to recognize me.

I do, sir.

Once at Fagin’s
and the other time

| saw you in
my window.

Even if | were
that man,

since when is
being seen at windows

an indictable offense?

It’s not, but
plotting murder is.

What nonsense!

Why should | want
to do that?

Because you have inherited
what belongs to Oliver.

And plot you
did, with Fagin.

You were overheard by that poor,
murdered girl, Nancy.

You have a story
from a dead whore.

That won’t get you
far in court.

And what’s more,

as my attorney will
be happy to point out,

there is no way you can
link me with this boy

because you
don’t know who he is.

There’s no proof of
his identity.

You’ve hunted for it,
have you?

You would have hurled
it at me if you had it.

Mr. Brownlow,
you have subjected me

to an unspeakable ordeal.

You have adducted me,
insulted me,

accused me of grave crimes
without a shred of evidence.

The only question
in my mind

is whether | should bring
you into court or not.

I may yet
find that evidence.

Good day.

JJ

Lord!

If the dog’s here,
Sikes is coming.

Hide yourselves,
all of you.

He'll kill
you if you don't.

He’s crazy.

I'll be back.

I'm going
for the police.

Oh...

Decided to forgive me,
did you?

You're the
best there is, boy.

You're the best.

Who's here?

( boy panting )

Who is up here?

Come on, out!

I'll get you
if you don’t!

Well, don’t look
at me like that.

What for?

I ain't got no
blood on me.

No blood.

Stop it!

Stop it or I'll
stop you for good!

( crowd yelling )

( all shouting )

Bill: Can’t go that way.

They haven’t seen
me yet.

- It’s bolted!
- Break it down!

JJ

man: There he is, there he is!

He' o s - goi ng over!

Look!

Get him!

Get him, get him!

JJ

Is that you,
my love?

Bill.

No pain.

It’s not pain.

woman: Murderer!

man: You're surrounded!

man: He’s falling!

JJ

( crowd cheering }

{ pounding )

You bend me around
your little finger, Oliver.

I never should have
let you come.

I felt | had to, sir.

What purpose can
it serve?

It’s sure to be
a cruel experience.

Don’t worry,
I'll be fine, sir.

You’re a stubborn fellow,
aren’t you?

Come along then.

You can have as
much time as you wants to.

He ain’t going anywhere.

Fagin: Who is there?

My name is Brownlow.

| don’t know you.

I've come to speak with
you about a man called Monks.

The name means
nothing to me.

Why must you
persist in lying?

Good God, man.

You are going to die.

You know that,
don’t you?

Aren’t we all?

The reaper
visits everyone.

He comes, he comes.

| beg you to tell
me what you know.

You had a boy called Oliver,
half-brother to this Monks.

Monks told you
this himself.

Will you so testify?

Would you stand up
in court?

I've been to court.

They jeered at me.

Not a soul there,
but a sense of loathing.

You could see it
in their eyes.

JJ

Who is this you've
brought to visit me?

You there, come
here at once.

It’s me, sir.

It’s the Dodger.

It’s my Dodger,

come to see me all the way
from Australia.

How did you do it?

How'd you get away?

Too clever for them,
aren’t we, Jack?

Yeah, you always
were the keenest.

Well now, you must tell
me everything.

I've seen some bad
times since you’ve been gone.

In fact, they’re going to
hang me on Friday.

( laughing )

You'll come.

I'll try to put on
a brave show for you.

Ah... ahh...

It’s a bitter life,
my dear.

The world
is full of...

wicked people,

but the catch is,

there’s some who pay
dear for what they do

and others not
at all.

Nancy.

Nancy's dead,
you Know.

It... preys on me.

Bill’s dead, too.

Well, no tears
for him.

Ah, | have plans for us,
my dear, great plans.

We’'re going to
run off together,

just the two--

You're not my Dodger!

It’s Oliver.

Oh, of course,
what was | thinking?

And look at you.

Well, you always were

the perfect
little gentleman.

You will help us,
won’t you?

If you care for Oliver
at all, you must help us

to deal with Monks.

I don’t know how.

Well, there must be some proof
of his relationship to Oliver.

It must exist.

If it does, you’ll
find it at the workhouse.

Monks went there,
I know that much.

And if it’ll help you
put him where | am,

God go with you.

And may he look more
kindly upon you, too,

for helping us.

It isn’t kindness,
it’s revenge.

May | have a word with
Oliver before you go?

Of course, if
that is what you wish.

I still have my
little treasure box.

It’s at the old house.

Would you like to
have it?

Take it anyway.

Sell it.

Buy a headstone
for me.

Yes, sir.

Good lad.

Now...

just one
last thing.

Why did you come here?

| came to
say goodbye.

Well, that’s...

a reason enough,
| suppose.

Off you go.

JJ

( chains rattling )

( cell door opening )

Goodbye.

{ cell door closing )

( hooves clomping }

Oliver.

My dear.

Don’t hold back, sir.

Step down,
step down.

It’s ridiculous,
my being here.

And have you even
now nothing to say?

No, nothing.

We shall see.

Well, sir.

Time to make our bed and
straighten out the place now,

isn’t it?

Yes, if you say
so, dear.

{ knocking )

Who dares to knock
like that?

Go and see.

At once, my love.

Yes, sir?

Mr. Bumble?

Is your wife at home?

I have business to
take up with both of you.

Grim business.

Who are you?

What’s the meaning of
this here intrusion?

In a moment, madam.

Why it’s little Oliver.

I loved that boy like
if he was my own son.

I'm very well aware
how he was treated here.

Now then, sir and madam,
Mr. Edward Leeford.

Do you know this man?

Yes, | think | do.

I've never seen him in my life.

There appears to be some
difference of opinion.

No, there’s not.

There’s only one opinion
in this house.

Yes, of course,
my dear, he just seemed

a bit familiar,
that’s all.

No, madam.

Madam, were you
present on the night

that Oliver was born?

Indeed, sir, we were
both there to hear

him take his first
breath in this world.

That’s when | named him.

And on that night,
before his mother died,

did she say anything to
indicate where she was from,

who she was?

Did she have
any possessions?

A purse?

A piece of jewelry?

Anything at all?

Very odd.

She can’t have ran away
with no possessions.

Well, possibly she sold
them to sustain herself

or possibly they're
buried with her.

Or possibly you
sold them to this man.

- I never did.
- Why didn’t you?

You think
you'll trip me up.

But I'm too smart
for that.

He asked me for the locket

but I turned
him down because--

Well, because | can’t sell

what | don’t have,
now, can I?

Then you won't object
if we look about.

Search my home?
Not likely.

Very well, you have
every right to object.

It’s time we called
in the police.

Ch no!

You two stay here.

-1 won’t be long.
- Wait, sir.

It’s coming back
to me, | think.

| see her now,
clear as a bell.

Face like an angel,
sir.

She looked at me

and just before
she died, she said...

she said...

"Ma’am, you've
been so kind to me.

“There’s a locket 'round
my neck.

“Please take it,

keep it with you,
always."”

And | did, sir.

Just the way
she asked me to.

"To my beloved Agnes,

with undying love,
Philip.”

You fool!

| offered you good
money for it!

Mr. Leeford you are going
to spend some years in jail.

As for the two of you,
1 will see to it

that you lose
your posts here.

That’s the least that
you deserve.

Why me?

Giving her the heave ho,
that’s no more than fair,

but | had nothing to
do with it.

That’s no excuse.

In the eye of the law,
you are as guilty as she is.

The law would assume
that as your wife,

she would be
acting as you directed.

If the law supposes that

then the law
is a ass

and if that is
the eye of the law

then the law is
a bachelor.

That may very well be.

Now, if you’ll excuse me,
I'll send my coachman

for the constable.

JJ

Well, | think we've
finished here.

You'll never have to see
that dreadful place again.

Mr. Brownlow: You have a father
and a mother.

You’re not
a foundling anymore.

You have a name.

JJ