All language subtitles for 1968_Oliver_HD_VOSTEN.7.5

Is it worth the waiting for
If we live till 94?

All we ever get is gruel

Every day we say our prayer
Will they change the bill of fare?

Still we get the same old gruel!

There's 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

Burnt, underdone, crude

Don't care what the cook's like

Just thinking of growing fat

Our senses go 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

Oh, food
Magical food

Wonderful food
Marvelous food

Heavenly food
Beautiful food

Glorious food!

For what you are about to receive

May the Lord make you truly thankful

Amen

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 banister

Which we'll throw him down

And feed him on 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 banister

Which we'll throw him down

And feed him on 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!

-Out!
-Out!

One boy

Boy for sale

He's going cheap

How much, then?

Only seven guineas

How much?

That or thereabout

Fine boy

Boy for sale

He's yours to keep

For 1,000 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

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.

All right, bring him in, Mr. Bumble.
Bring him in.

Ah, my love.

I said we might consider taking this boy

to help in the shop.

Dear me. He's very small.

Oh, he is rather small, there's no denying,
but he'll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry. He'll grow.

I daresay he will.
On our vittles and our 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 so much
as a forwarding name and address.

So here he is, yours for three guineas,
as agreed. Cash on delivery.

Oh, no. No, Mr. Bumble, no, no.
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.
-But he's...

He can help Noah Claypole
put the shutters up. Do you hear, now?

Then he can clean out the stables,
fill the lamps and sweep the yard.

I'll look after him, missus.

You see, my dear, 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, no, no,

just at children's funerals.

A mute in proportion, so to speak?

Precisely. A superb effect,
don't you think so, my love?

Do you think you could look
like that gentleman up there?

Perhaps, if I had a tall hat.

Look, it's Oliver!

-Noah, come on.
-No.

How's your mother, workhouse?

You leave my mother out of it. She's dead.

What did she die of? Shortage of breath?

You'd better not say anything
about her to me.

Don't you be cheeky, workhouse.

Your mother, she was a nice one.
A regular right-down bad one, she was.

What did you say?

It's a good thing she died when she did,

'cause she'd been in prison
doing hard labor...

Help! Help!

Get away, you! Get away from him!

What's going on down here?
What are you trying to do,

wake up the dead or something?

It's you, you little... Get out of here!

He started it!

Come here, you!

-Quick!
-Put the lid on.

Oh, dear!

I'm going off. Water!

Noah, run over 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 here voice, Oliver?
-Yes, I do!

Well, ain't you afraid of it, Oliver?
Ain't you a-trembling when I speak, Oliver?

No, I'm not!

He's gone mad, Mr. Bumble. Or he wouldn't
dare to speak to you like that.

It's not madness, ma'am, it's meat.

-Meat?
-Meat, ma'am, meat! You overfed the boy.

You raised an artificial spirit in the lad
unbecoming to his station in life.

This would never have happened
if you kept him on gruel.

-Gruel?
-I'll be glad to give you the recipe.

-Well, well, well. Having a rest, Mr. Bumble?
-He's sitting on Oliver.

-Quite 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!

Now, then. What's your explanation,
you young scallywag?

He called my mum a name.

And what if he did,
you ungrateful little wretch?

She deserved what he said and worse.

-She didn't!
-She did!

-It's a lie!
-Hold your tongue, boy!

Put him down in the cellar, Mr. Bumble.
That'll teach him.

-My love?
-Yes!

It's really quite comfortable.

You'll stay down there
till we decide what's to be done with you.

And 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

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

Is love?

Please help me. Please!

What you staring at?

Haven't you never seen a toff?

No, never. I'm sorry. I didn't...

Oh, 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,
have you?

The what?

Now, don't say you don't know
what a beak is.

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

My eyes, how green can you get!

For your information,
a beak is 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.

Hello.

You have, have you?

Got any lodgings?

-Money?
-Not a farthing.

Do you live in London?

What the...

I suppose you want someplace
to sleep tonight, eh?

Do you know of anywhere?

As it so happens,
I know a respectable old gentleman

-what'll give you lodgings for nothing.
-Really?

And never ask for the change.

That is, if any other gentleman he knows
introduces you.

And don't he know me?

He must be a very kind old gentlemen.

Oh, yes, yes, he's very kind.

And I'm a particular favorite of his.

Well, now, if you're coming along,
I'd better know who you are.

My name's Oliver. Oliver Twist.

And mine's Jack Dawkins.

Better known among me more
intimate friends as the Artful Dodger.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dodger.
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

Here!

There isn't a lot to spare

Who cares?
Whatever we 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 got, we share

Nobody tries to be la-di-da and uppity
There's a cup o' 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

Hammer up, hammer down!
Hammer up, hammer down!

Lift, drop! Lift, down!

Up! Not too slow, boys. There you go, boys.
Hammer up, hammer down! Lift, down!

Up! Out! Down! Lift! Drop!
Hammer up! Hammer down! Lift, down!

-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!

Are on the house

Are on the house, are on the house
Are on the house, are on the house

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 got we share!

Nobody tries to be la-di-da and uppity
There's a cup o' 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
Consider yourself, consider yourself

Consider yourself

One of us!

It's Dodger! Coming up.

Dodger.

Oliver!

Up you go.

-Not again!
-Get out!

Hey, Fagin,
I brought my 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?

-Oh, yeah, Fagin!
-Yes, Fagin!

Give me back my things! Leave it! Leave it!

Leave him alone!

Dodger, take off the sausages.
Charlie, lay a place at the table for Mr. Twist.

Dodger tells me you have come to London
to seek your fortune, Oliver.

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!

You're staring at the pocket handkerchiefs,
eh, my dear?

We just hung them up
ready for the wash, that's all.

-Is this a laundry, then, sir?
-Yeah, 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, my dears!

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 could 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!

-Oh, why must we?
-Why?

All of them.

Come here!

Good boy. What a crook!

We've all been hard at work today,
haven't we, my dears?

And what have you got, Dodger?

-A 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 have you got, Charlie?

-A couple of wipes.
-Well, they're very good ones. Very.

But you haven't embroidered them
too well, though, have you, Charlie?

So we'll have to pick the initials out
with a needle.

You'll need to learn how to do this, too,
Oliver, my dear. Won't he, boys?

-Yeah, the trademark.
-The trademark.

In the meantime,
you must learn how to make wallets.

Like the Dodger. You'd like that,
wouldn't you, my dear?

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, my dear,
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?

-Yes. I can just see the edge.
-Can you?

Well, 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!

Well, 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!

Close 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.

There, that's it.

Put you up right. There.

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. Has he come yet?

Nancy's inside waiting for him.

-And 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!

Nancy.

Beautiful.

You done well, Bill.

All one job?

Such a professional.

Now, Bill...

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!

Who cares if strait-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 weather
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
and eating crumpets

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!

Bull's-eye! Come here, will you? Bull's-eye!

Bull's-eye! 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 gonna look after me
in me old age?

Would you, birdie?

Will you?

Why are you watching me?
Why are you, mate?

Quick! Speak out!
I want to know every detail you saw!

I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry.

-Did you see where I fetched the box from?
-I don't think so, sir.

-Be sure. Be sure!
-Quite sure, sir!

Well,

if you're sure, then I'm sure.

Of course, I knew all along, my dear.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

Brave boy, Oliver. Brave boy.

Did you...

Did you see any of those pretty things,
my dear?

Yes, sir.

They're mine, Oliver.

My little treasure.

All I got to live on in me 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, £5.

Tiara, George II, rose-cut diamond, paste,
half a crown.

Nancy!

I'm coming!

Bill?

Bill, your breakfast is ready.

Oh, for God's sake.

Oh, 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.

Bill.

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, Fagin?

Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat! Appetite!

Come on, finish your breakfast,
it's time to get to work.

Hurry up, you'll miss the morning trade.

-Ain't there no more sausages, then?
-You want some supper tonight?

Hi, hi.

Who wants some bull's-eyes?

Wait a minute, now! One at a time!
One at a time!

Oh, go on, then. Go and share them.

Miladies, they must meet our new boy.

Well!

What have we got here, then?

Oh, ladies, I forgot
you must meet our new lodger,

Mr. Oliver Twist, Esquire.

Nancy and Beth.

Charmed.

Oh, yes. We're all ladies and gentlemen
around here. We're all quality.

Now, don't you take no notice
of him, Oliver.

Just 'cause you got manners and they ain't.

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

-I'm a regular gent, I am!
-Yeah!

Permit me to assist you across the road?

Well, I was only going to the palace,
actually. Doorman, a cab, if you please.

Allow me the privilege to escort you
in me own carriage.

After you, Your Grace.

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 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!
-To me!

To me, me, me, me, 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 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

Well, get to work, then! No argument
when there's fine pickings in the street.

-Get out and earn your keep.
-You told us we could go 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.

Now come on, hand over. Start counting.

-Come on, what do you think we are?
-Rush, rush, rush.

You and your Bill,
you'll 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
with me feet sticking up in the air.

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,
we live on air till I find a customer?

Heartless, that's what I am.
Come on, Beth. Ta-ta, kids!

-Ta-ta, Nancy!
-Bye, Nancy!

Hey, Fagin.

Young Oliver wants to come on the game
with Charlie and me.

...six and four is ten, another 13, and 31.

What's that? On the job, you mean?

Can I? Please? I'd like to.

Would you, my dear? Well, why not?

You got to start somewhere.
You couldn't do it in better company.

-Look after him, Dodger.
-Hats on, boys. Time we're off.

-Then I can go, sir?
-Good luck on your first job, my dear.

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!

-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, oh, 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 miss you

I love you
That's why I

Say cheerio, not goodbye

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 'em 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 nosy 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 miss you

I love you
That's why I

Say cheerio, not goodbye

Don't be gone long, 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

So long, fare thee well
Pip-pip, cheerio

We'll be back soon

So long, fare thee well
Pip-pip, cheerio

We'll be back soon

Cheerio, but be back soon
I don't know, somehow I miss you

I love you
That's why I

Say cheerio, not goodbye

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, now! Go on, get going!

Come here, boy.

Come on, give that back to me.

Give that back. Come along, boy.
Come along...

Stop that boy!

Thief! My wallet! Stop that boy!

Hold that boy! Stop! Stop him! Stop him!

Stop! Thief!

-Leave him to us!
-He stole the gent's wallet!

We'll catch him!

Would you...

He went that way!

-Have you seen him?
-No. He's disappeared. He's gone.

Come here.

Come here, you...

-Here!
-Watch it!

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 look after him?
Why didn't you bring him back with you?

How can I help it?

A fine thing, Oliver in the lockup.

And in the morning
he's up 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, Fagin.
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 you will 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'll come and tell us
quick, eh, Nancy? 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 thoroughbred
old reprobate to me.

Speak up, man! What's he charged with?

He's not charged at all, Your Worship.
This gentlemen 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 or something.

-Well, what's he charged with?
-Picking pockets, sir.

What's your name, boy?

Oliver.

And does your father know you're here?

I'm an orphan.

He says he's an orphan, sir.

And 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.

Well.

A liar as well as a thief, eh?

And insolent into the bargain.
Well, that settles it.

The boy is committed to three months
with hard labor.

This is disgraceful! I demand to be heard.

-You have not yet...
-Sir, I was there!

What's this disturbance?
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. Case was dismissed.

What a great judge!

-Fetch the boy.
-I've done my share.

Cor! 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 them!
-Let the kid go!

-He can still blab on us, can't he?
-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

Who will buy my sweet red roses?

Two blooms for a penny

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!

Any milk today, mistress?

Will you buy my sweet red roses?

Ripe strawberries, ripe!

Any milk today, mistress?

Knives, knives to grind!

Any knives to grind?

Ripe strawberries, ripe!

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

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 to do
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!

Who will buy this wonderful morning?

Makes you feel you're walking on air

Every tree and flower is singing

How fortunate of me to be alive to see
The dawning of a day so fair

Bye-bye, lullaby

Who will buy this wonderful feeling?

I'm so high
I swear I could fly

What a sky, a heavenly ceiling

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

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, my girl.

Three days since I spotted him.

And what you done about it, eh?

Nothing!

We've got to get hold of him somehow.

Now, who's coming?

-Suppose it'll have to be me.
-Shut your trap, Dodger.

You've caused enough trouble already.
It's going to be done quiet, no fuss.

Someone who has the boy's confidence.

Nancy, my dear, what do you say?

It's no good you trying it on with me.

And just exactly what do you mean
by that remark?

What I say! I'm not going!

Why can't you leave the boy alone?
He won't do you no harm!

Why can't you leave him where he is,
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, Nancy.

The drop!

You wouldn't want that to happen,
would you, my dear? Not to 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.
-Oh, good.

-Oh, wait, there are some to go back.
-Boy's gone, sir.

Can I take them for you?

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, Oliver.
You'll take those books to Mr. Jessop

and tell him you have come to pay
the £4.10 that I owe him.

This is a £5 note,
so it'll be 10 shillings change.

You understand?

She's a very pretty lady, isn't she, sir?

Yes.

I'll take the books for you.

In a new suit of clothes,
with a set of valuable books

and a £5 note in his pocket,

-and you expect him to come back?
-Don't you?

If he does, I'll eat me head,
with me hat on it.

Look at that portrait.

Do you see a likeness to the lad?

-Well, 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.
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.

Bull's-eye. Here, boy, hurry up.

Bull's-eye? Bull's-eye! Come here!

-Oliver's back!
-Look at his togs!

He's got books, too!
Quite the little gent, ain't he?

Lovely bit of stuff.

Delighted to see
you're looking so well, my dear.

The Dodger will give you another suit,
for fear you should spoil that Sunday one.

Cor! Look at this!

I'll bank it for you.

What's that?

-That's mine, Fagin.
-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.

Don't you tell me. Just don't you tell me.
You keep out of this!

If he says he didn't tell them,
he didn't tell them.

Hit me, would you?

I won't stand by and see it done, Bill.
Let him be!

Let him be, or I'll put my mark on you,
and I don't care...

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 make a friend of.
-Yes, I am, God help me!

And I wish I'd been struck down dead
before I laid 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.

-Well, if you have, it's a living, isn't it?
-He's right, Nancy. A living is a living.

Some living! Lord help me!

Some living!

Get to bed, all of you.

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's 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.

Look, you 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 off its neck?

Can't say I ever had the...

They squawks, Fagin.

They squawks.

Not a very pretty sound.

No, Bill.

And then they dies, 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.

Because 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, Dodger,
no one is safe.

Look after him, Dodger.

And I'll look after meself.

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 tribulation!
Better settle down and get myself a wife

And the wife would cook and sew for me
And come for me, and go for me

And go for me and nag at me
The finger she would wag at me

The money she would take from me
A misery she'd make for 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 Claridge's
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 a humiliation
For a robber to perform an honest job?

So a job I'm getting, possibly
I wonder who my boss'll be?

I wonder if he'll take to me?
What bonuses he'll make to me?

I'll start at 9:00 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 70?

Must come a time, 70

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 'un and a bad 'un 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!

And so, sir, the instant I received your
communication regarding dear little Oliver,

I decided we must take
the first coach to London.

-I decided.
-That's right, sir, my dear wife decided.

It was good of you to come.
Now, what have you got to tell me?

This locket, sir, 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, sir.
The mother was unmarried.

It was your clear duty to show this evidence
to some higher authority.

-Your behavior, madam, 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.

Sir, if you think the locket
don't properly belong to my dear wife...

-Be quiet, you old fool!
-Here. Your reward,

and something for the locket. Take it.

Think yourselves lucky
you're not in the hands of the law.

-Mrs. Bedwin, show these people out.
-There's gratitude for you!

I hope this unfortunate little circumstance
won't deprive me of my parochial office?

My hope, sir, is that it will.

But it was all Mrs. Bumble, sir.
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, sir,
then the law's an ass!

If that's the eye of the law, sir,
then law is a bachelor!

And the worst I wish the law is that its eye
may be opened by experience!

By experience, sir!

Sir, the locket, I didn't really see it.

I recognized it at once. I gave it
to my niece, Emily, on her 18th 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 and 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?

Because 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.

Bill, you can't do this to him.
Please! You can't!

-I won't let you...
-We'll have no more of that.

You just be at the tavern at 11:00.

Bull's-eye.

I've come about Oliver.
Look, could you tell Brownlow...

-You better come inside. Mr. Brownlow!
-No. Don't call him.

-I just want to leave a message...
-But he'll want to see you.

-Please! I can't stay!
-Sir, this person says that she wants to...

-Who is it?
-It's about the boy, sir.

-Is there news of him?
-He's in danger. In bad company.

He was dragged off
the day you sent him out with them books.

-Who took him?
-Me and someone else.

-You took him by force?
-Yes!

And God help me,
I wish now I'd never been part of it.

But where is he now?
And who is this other person you speak of?

-Can you take me to him?
-No, no, I can't.

You want to help the boy, don't you?
Why else are you here?

-Yes, I do want to help him, but...
-Then tell me where he is!

I can't!

But I'll bring him to you.

Not here. It's too far.

Where, then?

The bridge.
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? III-treated?
If so, I shall...

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 12:00.

Now, you remember, you little worm.

The front door.

There.

Hurry!

Look above you.

Who is it? Who's there?

Rufus! Jenkins! Come on down. Seize him!

Seize him! Seize him! Good dogs!

Why worry, my dear? He always turns up!

Maybe he's 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 just take the boy and put him to bed.
I'll be back.

Oi.

Put him back.

Bull's-eye.

Bull's-eye?

Bull's-eye, watch him, will you?
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!

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!

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 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 an 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 a fellow 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!

Oom-pah-pah!

Oom-pah-pah! 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 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!

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!

Careful, Bill! Please! No violence!

There! You see him?

Now go on. Quick!

Go on. Go on.

-Stop! Stop!
-I'll pay you back!

Bull's-eye!

Bull's-eye! Come here, boy.

Bull's-eye!

Bull's-eye, come here!

You come here, Bull's-eye.

They've seen you, Bull's-eye.
So you can't come with me no further.

'Cause if you do,
they'll know you, Bull's-eye.

Come on.

You ain't afraid of me, are you, Bull's-eye?

Bull's-eye, you come here.

Come here, Bull's-eye!

You see anyone about?

I don't know.
I thought I saw someone running.

Here, that dog was here just now.

Wait a moment, I think I know him.
Bull's-eye?

That's Bull's-eye, Bill Sikes' dog.
They're always around together.

If anyone can find Sikes for you, he can.

Bull's-eye? Come on, Bull's-eye.
Come on, boy.

Brass! I want some brass!
I've got to get away.

What's wrong, Bill?

Do you understand? I want brass.
Brass! Money!

There's blood on your coat.

Where's Nancy?

Bill?

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? Are you sure?

Well, she must have done, mustn't she?

She was handing the boy over
to Brownlow on the bridge.

He was there, waiting for her.

Then what did you come here for?
Get out! Do you hear me? Get out!

I want money!

How much? 10? 20?

Not all of it!

If anyone at all
should come here asking for me...

They won't find me here.

You don't think I'm going to stand here
and wait for them, do you?

It's him.

Bull's-eye.

Quick, boys! All of you!
We're changing lodgings!

Nancy, I loved you, didn't I?
Look what you've done to me.

Bill! 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!

Look! Up there!

It's him! It's Bill Sikes! It's him for sure!

And the boy!

-Murderer!
-Villain!

Scoundrel!

The hangman's waiting for you, Sikes!

Get back! Get back!

Get back!

The other street! The other street, quickly!

-After you, Fagin.
-After you, Dodger.

Don't bother with that. Get out of it.

Hey, Fagin, what do I do?

Live up to your name, Dodger.
Dodge about. Sharpish!

Get up there!

Now, then. You loop the rope
over the end of the beam there.

That's right.

That's good.

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 the 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 enjoyable

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!

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

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