All language subtitles for Oliver Twist.s01e03.Episode 3

HEAVY BREATHING

DISTANT SHOUTS

OLIVER: It hurts, it hurts...

Shut your mouth
or they'll have us...

HE COUGHS

Hush your mouth
or I'll drown ya...

What?

Why are you so antsy?
Sitting up all night?

I'm merely relishing the
peace and quiet, my dear.

So what's different
about Nolly, eh?

He's the same as us,
he ain't worth nothing.

Like I said, Dodge. I'm just
enjoying the peace and quiet.

Or I was. Sssst!

DISTANT SHOUTS AND FOOTSTEPS

Mrs Corney...

Fetch her...

I can only tell her...

Don't fuss so, Sal, please.

Try and go easy.

Courage, Bumble. Courage!

Faint heart never won fair maid.

HE KNOCKS

Who is it?

It is I, Bumble.

I was performing my nightly rounds
of the dormitories when I saw
your lights.

I, er...wondered if all was well.

One moment, Sir...

Madam...

Oh, Mr Bumble...

Madam? Have you been crying?

I have added sugar, though I am

sure you are quite sweet enough.

How very gallant you are, Mr Bumble.

My... My dear Mrs Corney,

might you confide in me the reason
why those delightful eyes of yours

are so dewy with sadness?

I'm most unsuitably attired to
confide in a gentleman.

And if the board should hear that
I received a gentleman
in the intimacy of me rooms,

then they would dismiss me and
I would find myself cast out
to add to my woes.

Madam, do not upset yourself.

We shall not tell them.

Now, unburden yourself
of your worries.

And be comforted.

Bumble is here.

It is nothing, Sir.

Just the travails that plague every
poor widow who endures a life of
penury and want,

who's friendless and alone,
whose bed is cold and unwelcoming,

whose very existence is as devoid of
love as a desert is of orchards
and peach trees...

SHE SOBS

But, 'tis nothing, Sir.

Pray, leave me to me foolish tears!

I will do no such thing.

Mrs Corney,

I must confess you have been
much in my thoughts and now,

every fibre of my being demands
to be heard.

My very soul cries out,
I love you, Mrs Corney!

Oh! I say I love you!

If you will be Mrs Bumble,

you will never be
friendless and alone again.

The bed shall be as warm
as Sunday beef

and in the desert of your heart,

roses will bloom!

Oh, Mr Bumble!

To be the wife of a Beadle!

Invited to parochial banquets!

It's more than I ever dreamed!

Marry me, Madam, marry me!

I burst with ardour!

Oh, yes, Sir! I am yours!

I have long dreamed of this...

Mrs Corney? It's Molly.

You must come. Send her away.

I said I wasn't to be disturbed!

I know, Ma'am, but it's Sally.

She's going. And she insists
on talking to you first.

Oh, Mr Bumble,
perhaps I'd better go and, er...

Do your duty, Madam, do your duty.

Then come back to me and there
will be more of such kisses.

Well?

This had better be good.

We have to be alone.

I can't let no-one else hear my sin.

Right. What is it?

It was in this very room.

A young girl who died
when her baby was born.

There's enough silly girls
with babies. How am I supposed
to remember this one?

Her name was Agnes.

And the baby's name is Oliver Twist.

Oliver Twist?

There was a letter.

What letter?

A letter she asked me to send.

But I never,

and I took something from her.

And I ain't been able to live with
what I done and I can't die with it.

What did you take from her?

Under my pillow.

You must send the letter,
Mrs Corney.

Promise me you'll send it,

cos what I done to Oliver Twist

and that young girl,

it has haunted me.

You promise, Mrs Corney?

Oh, I'll see the items
reach the interested parties.

Will God forgive me

and have mercy on me?

How should I know?

Ask him when you see him.

Agnes...

I'm so sorry...

Oh, Bill, what you done to him?

I ain't done nothin' to him.

Guns and dogs, they had.

Oh! He's been shot? Oh, darlin'!

Oh, yeah, yeah, he's your darlin'.
Give him a cuddle, that's right.

Never mind me,
all night in a bleeding pond.

I told him you'd keep him safe.
I kept him alive!

Hardly, he's covered in blood!

I could've just cracked
his neck and dumped him.

You get him to Fagin. Then get
back here, bring another bottle.

I'm not your servant!

DO as you're told.

Or else!

With a child in my arms, Bill?
A child in my arms.

Go on, get going.

Get 'im out of 'ere.

We are made, Bumble!

We are made. Made?

The gentleman who came
asking about Oliver Twist, Mr Monks.

It seems I have found what
he was looking for.

Admire your betrothed
if you please, Sir.

I beg your pardon?

Admire me for the presence of mind
I displayed in getting his address.

Oh... Oh and isn't he a sly one?

"The Young Master" indeed.

I will write to him immediately.

Madam, that's a private letter...

If Mr Monks wishes to buy,
then we must know the value

of what we are selling.

If we do not, we cannot fix
a price, can we, Mr Bumble?

Shot?

Aah! Ah!

He's cold as ice,
Fagin, he needs a bed.

In the eaves. Right.

All right darlin',
you're all right.

Go to work!

NOW!

Get the quack, Dodger.

We should search all the markets,
wherever there are children.

Sssh, someone's coming down.

Good morning, Rose.

Thinking of your day's shopping?

Oh, yes! Gloves and lace
and pretty things.

Your shawl, Miss Rose. Allow me.

It makes me very happy, Rose, to
see you indulging in all the normal

frivolities of young ladies.

And why should I not, Mr Edward?

Oh, I understood from my
Grandfather that you had...

a rather upsetting time with a
street urchin, some ruffian boy?

Upsetting? No, not at all.

As you can see, I am perfectly fine.

I'm very glad to hear it.

Mrs Bedwin, shall we go?
Yes, Miss Rose.

Mr Edward.

SHOT RATTLES IN DISH

SHOT RATTLES IN DISH

Well?

Flesh wound. Superficial.

So he'll live?

Who's to say? The injury is minor,
but infection...

Well, infection can set in
and turn red blood to green pus,

pink limbs to putrefying stumps
within a day.

Death is a blessed release
from the agony.

He can hear you, you know!

Last one.

Leeches.

I have leeches.

How about a poultice,
to draw away the poison?

Everything you've got. I'll pay.

Should he succumb to infection,
give me first refusal
on the cadaver.

I can get a very good price
up the hospital.

Get out!

I'll nurse him.

Can you go and see Bill for me,
Fagin? Tell him I'm staying.

Happy to, my dear.

Bill.

DOG GROWLS

If he dies, Bill...

He is my treasure, my prize, my
reward for keeping the faith,
and if he dies because of you...

DOG BARKS

Shut up!

BREAKING GLASS

You kicked my dog.

He was provoking me.
You kicked my dog.

Nancy's with the boy,
she wanted you to know.

All right then, off you go.

Why you still here?

I'm trying to leave.

Well, what's stopping ya?

You are, Bill.
Please, Bill, let me go.

Seeing as you want to go so much,

let me help you. Thank you, Bill.

HE SNARLS

Oh, look at the state of you!

I weren't born to this.

I was meant for better.

When I'm rich, I won't have
to associate with people like you!

You won't ever be rich, Fagin.

This is all you're ever gonna be,

a fat, stinking, 'orrible
little fence lying in the dirt.

You were meant for better?

Don't make me laugh.

Well, we'll see about that,
won't we, Bill?

Won't we, my dear?

A lady? What sort of lady?

Posh lady. Young.
With a old 'un. Her mum, maybe.

What would a nice young lady
want with our Nolly, eh?

Didn't say nothing?

Nah. Good boy.

Nothing to them, neither.

Get your dinner.

You in, Scraps? Yeah. Come on.

Nance? Why don't you
come down, Nance?

Sit by the fire?

We've drinks and cards going.

He's got a fever.

Way I see it, Nance,
he'll either die or he'll live.

Ain't nothing you nor
no-one else can do about it.

Anyhow, he's kipping.
So why don't you come down?

Have a laugh, like we used to?

Nancy?

You ain't her favourite no more,
is ya, Dodge?

Been knocked right off
your perch, my son.

Look at him, all broken-hearted.

He'll be blubbing in a minute,

"Oh, Nancy, why don't you like me
best no more?"

Least I've got my teeth.

What girl's gonna fancy YOU

with your reeking, rotten mouth?

Got breath like an open grave.

Don't bring it on unless
you can handle it, Pearly.

Nice one, Dodge. Nice.

So sorry to keep you waiting.

And how was your day, Rose?

Did you get everything you needed?

Yes, I did, thank you, Uncle.
It was most enjoyable.

That's curious then, for Edward
visited the same shop, in
the hope of finding you there.

And the haberdasher, the one with
whom you've apparently spent
most of the day,

says you haven't been to his shop
for several months.

Mrs Bedwin,
would you care to explain?

Mrs Bedwin is blameless.

I asked her to accompany me.

We have been trying to find Oliver.

What?

I have been looking and asking
questions in the streets,

in the poorer areas of the city,

and Mrs Bedwin has been
good enough to help me.

He stole from us. No, he didn't.
He stole and ran away.

And you go looking for him?

Anything could have happened to you!

I have to know where you are
and whom you are with.

You know this!

Sir...

Keeping me safe at home
will not bring my sister back.

Knowing where I am every minute of
the day will not make Agnes return.

I am doing everything in my power
to bring your sister
and her child home.

Dearest Uncle...

..Agnes is dead.

No.

She was my sister!

She would never have left me these
ten long years without word.
She would not have done that.

Two hearts as one.

You bought us these lockets, Sir.

Two hearts as one, she would not have

left me. We wore them every day.

Agnes is dead.

And I pray,
I pray we find her child, I do.

But in the meantime,
Oliver is out there and
something happened to him.

I will search for him
and I will not stop until I know
he is safe, because he is not safe.

And you call him a thief, Sir,
but I know he is not.

And if he ever were then we can only
guess why, because you didn't see
him, and he had been thrashed, Sir.

Thrashed and beaten
till his back was scarred!

A child!

This and worse happens to
children every single day and we sit
here eating soup! We just sit here!

Rose, you will make yourself ill.
I am not ill! I'm angry!

I am so angry!

I'm sorry.

Allow me to speak
with her, Grandfather.

You must forgive my outburst, Sir,
it was most ill-judged.

No forgiveness necessary.

Your passion thrilled me.
You thrill me, Rose.

I was wondering what better use
could be made of that passion.

I beg your pardon, Sir?

Have you ever considered what
will happen to you when
my Grandfather passes away?

This house, everything in it,
will belong to me.

And my sister's child, Sir.

Of course.

But you could be
mistress of this house.

We could live here together,
as man and wife.

There is a...symmetry, isn't there?

Your sister, my father,
together all those years ago,

and now, you, me.

They loved each other.

What they were to each other is
not a reason for our marriage.

No, the reason for our marriage
is that I desire it.

Do not keep touching me, Sir,
I cannot endure it!

So...

You'll consider my proposal.

I shall go and tell my Grandfather
you are calmer and contrite.

Oh, just, a curl, come loose.

Aah. You see, Rose,

someone in your position must learn
to endure anything.

I'll take that.

I am the young master, after all?

You are tough, Oliver.

This would've decked a man
bigger than you and
here you are, sitting up.

You'll be dancing on
tables tomorrow.

There.

You go to sleep now, yeah?

You'll be here when I wake up?

Well, course I will.

Sleep tight. Sweet dreams.

He'll want checking on
during the night, Fagin.

Fagin?

Well, I'm here.

Is it done?

Not yet.

I said I wanted Oliver Twist dead,

and you agreed to do it.

But the boy still breathes.

Why?

As I told you, Mr Monks,
it will take time.

Neither of us wants to dance on
the end of a rope for murder!

I don't have time.

The situation has changed, Mr Monks?

If you want me to perform
this task for you,

you have to tell me why it has
suddenly become more urgent?

SMASHING GLASS

I leave London in the morning
for Mudfog.

There is evidence...
Evidence of what?

You don't need to know any more.

I want the boy disposed of,
I no longer care how you do it.

I return in two days.

If the boy is not dead,

I will do it myself...

..and you will have no gold.

SMASHING GLASS

Where you been? Who you been with?

Bill, put me down.

What you been doing?
I've been nursing the boy!

Don't lie to me!

What you doing back so late?
Who you been seeing?

I was getting you a drink.
Look, look!

I thought you'd left me.
Thought you'd gone and left me.

I would never do that.
You're my man, ain't ya?

I'm your girl, yeah?

You and me - we're together
for always, yeah?

You ever cross me, Nance...

You ever do anything
to betray me, anything...

Then I swear...

..I'll kill you.

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