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Get 'em up there!
Going somewhere?
What?
What are you looking at me like that for, huh?
You keep looking at me like that
and I'll blind ya.
Keep your eyes down.
Walk.
Walk!
We'll get away from London.
Move!
He's not upstairs. He's not here.
He was.
In his bed, all tucked up.
I, I was keeping him safe.
Perhaps he's killed him already.
Killed him? No.
I was never going to harm him, not me!
Then what's this, eh?
I never seen that before in my life, I swear.
I didn't want him hurt.
It was Monks who wanted him dead.
Say that again.
It was Monks, with the red mark on his face!
It was all him, not me. Get him!
Where is Oliver?
Sikes took him.
Where to? I don't know. If I did, I would tell you.
I want the whole city searched.
Every alley, every cellar.
- I want this Sikes found! - I was keeping him safe for you!
I knew you wanted him back!
I even have clothes for him, under my chair!
I was going to bring him back, I give you my word!
Your word ain't worth nothing, jew.
Is that your little pet?
Yes, my Ezekiel!
Get rid of it.
No.
No!
No! No! No!
Sleep tight, Nance.
- This is it! This is his place! - Bill Sikes?
Bill Sikes! Bill Sikes!
He's not here.
Yeah, well, looks like he's been here.
Don't.
Let her rest.
His piece.
Look at the state of her.
Go on, up here.
- On your feet. - I can't.
- I said, on your feet! - I can't go on!
- Please, let me go! - I ain't letting you go nowhere.
- You're gonna kill me? - I might do!
That depends on you, don't it? How good you do.
- That depends on what? - You're my protection, boy.
You're going to speak for me, see?
- What am I supposed to say? - You'll say
that it weren't me what done it. You'll say
that it couldn't've been me,
not Bill Sikes, cos I weren't...
cos I weren't nowhere near her.
I was out here, weren't I, with you?
Near who?
Near Nancy?
- What's happened to her? - Nothing!
It wasn't me.
And that's what you'll say.
It must've been someone else...
cos I would never, never lift a hand to her.
Do you understand me, boy? Never.
There's blood on your face, Mr. Sikes.
Hey! Bull's-eye!
Dog!
Dog!
No, no, no, no! You're coming with me!
You're staying with me.
I need you.
Rose! The police!
Did you find him?
It's Nancy.
What?
- No, no, no. This way, this way. - Back to London?
Stop asking questions! Move!
I hate the country. Sing something.
- Sing what? - Some hymn.
Something outta the church.
Something to keep...
them away.
Sing!
Abide with me
Fast falls the eventide
- Where is Fagey? - Gone.
Peelers took him.
And us lot is going too.
This gaff's done for.
Come with us if you want, but know this...
I'm big potatoes now.
I'm leader.
You're welcome to it.
All right, me blades. Crack on.
- Come on then, boys. - He never had the bottle!
Come on, boys, move it!
The Master and Miss Rose are in the drawing room, sir.
- Grandfather. - You've returned quickly, Edward.
As I said, a personal matter speedily concluded.
And satisfactorily, I trust?
Very.
And who are these gentleman?
I hope there is nothing amiss?
And how were things at Mudfog?
Mud...?
No, I know of no such...
dismal-sounding of place.
You went to Mudfog
for evidence concerning the true parentage of Oliver Twist.
Do not lie to us, Edward!
Where is it?
Grandfather, have you lost your mind?
This is unpardonable!
- Unhand me, sir! - I'll have that, sir!
- Her locket! - No!
Don't make this difficult for yourself, sir!
- It is her hand! - Hold him!
To Agnes Leeford,...
...deceased.
To Agnes Leeford,
a baby boy,
father unknown,
christened Oliver Twist.
The child we've been searching for.
"My dearest Guardian,
I write to you in hope.
My time is very close and I am penniless.
I know you are still so very angry and disappointed in me,
but I am at your mercy and I beg you to forgive me,
if not for my sake,
then for William's, the son you loved.
We would have been married
and I grieve his death every day,
as I know both you and Edward do.
I will have William's child very soon
and even if you are not able to welcome me home,
could you find it in your heart
to take the child into your care?
I feel such love already for this little boy or girl,
so eager to enter the world
and hope that you might forget your rage
and love your grandchild too.
And perhaps for Edward,
meeting his little half-brother or sister
may go some way to healing the loss of his father.
I miss you and my sweetest sister, Rose so very much.
Your devoted ward, Agnes Leeford."
Well, Edward.
What have you to say?
Oh, Grandfather.
They are forgeries.
Liar! Liar!
Miss Rose, no! He's not worth it!
Come with me, Edward.
What extraordinary behaviour.
I may have to reconsider my intentions to make Rose my wife.
You have no idea
of the web of falsehoods that I've encountered.
- Agnes' locket? - Taken from her body.
There is no limit to some people's avarice.
And those papers are clearly doctored.
That is why I tried to burn them. I was trying to protect you
from what is clearly some iniquitous plot.
And I would not be surprised to learn
that Rose herself is involved.
God Almighty!
Not one word of truth has come from your mouth!
Everything is known!
You have conspired to murder a child
because he stood in your way.
Because of you,
a brave and honest young woman has met a savage death.
And you accuse Rose?!
You have blood on your hands, sir.
Have you no shame?
- How can I be ashamed, sir, when I am innocent?! - And still you lie!
I can barely look at you, Edward.
The evil you intended for Oliver!
- This is your half-brother! - He is vermin!
He is an illegitimate maggot
who would eat his way through what is mine!
And at last, we have the truth.
I disown you.
You are no longer the beneficiary of my will.
You are no longer my heir.
When we find him, and we will find him,
it will all go to Oliver.
You cannot do this! This is mine! This mine!
- This is my house. - You will leave now
and remain in custody until a ship sails for the Indies.
You will travel to my holdings. You will stay there
and never set foot upon these shores again.
Should you attempt to return, I will have you arrested.
Grandfather, I beg you...
to reconsider.
Perhaps this is exactly what I needed
to bring me to my senses.
Please, Grandfather, do not disown me!
Pity me...
for my weakness!
You care for no one but yourself!
Your arrogance and cruelty is repulsive!
You've hidden your true
character from me very well, Edward.
It must have amused you greatly.
Well, I had to do something to entertain myself
while I was waiting for you to die.
The wait has been in vain.
Good-bye,...
Mr. Monks.
No tender farewell, Rose?
We will find Oliver.
Whatever it takes,
we will find him.
They feed me
crusts soaked in bacon fat, Dodger.
Bacon!
They laugh at me.
You just got to sit tight, ain't ya, Fagey?
Grit your teeth till you get out.
I need coin, my dear.
For legal representation in the court. A lawyer.
- There must be money. - There ain't none, Fagey.
There ain't nothing to fence.
And I'd get some, but...
These ain't working right, Fagey.
I've lost the knack.
Fagey.
Nancy's dead.
And they killed my bird.
Ezekiel.
My dearest dear
what I raised from the nest.
- Are you sure there is no money? - We're potless.
I used the last of it
bribing the screw to get into see ya.
Then the boy, young Nollie.
You must find him for me,
he can vouch for me to the Beak.
He can tell how I fed him, clothed him,
- gave him a bed. - Time's up.
He can tell how I showed charity!
You must find him, Dodger!
- Nollie is the key! - On my life, Fagey!
I won't let ya down!
Fast falls the eventide
The darkness deepens
Lord, with me abide
When other helpers fail
And comforts flee
Help of the helpless Oh, abide with me
Go on! Get out of it!
Get gone, I tell ya!
What you looking at?!
I'll have yer eyes out!
I'm Bill Sikes!
Nobody looks at me!
- I'll have the lot of ya! - Bill Sikes?!
Nollie!
- Nollie, wait! - Leave me alone.
You have to help!
I'm sorry for all what happened! I'm sorry!
We're muckers, ain't we?
Stick together!
Nollie, please! I promised him!
- I have to go! - It's for Fagey!
Members of the jury,...
do you find the defendant, Fagin the Jew,
guilty or not guilty
of dealing in stolen property, consorting with known felons,
and abduction and conspiracy
to murder a Christian child?
Guilty on all counts.
Prisoner at the bar,
before I pass sentence,
you may make a plea for clemency.
Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Fang.
You see,
I never meant no hurt.
I would never have hurt...
I hoped for a reward,
for keeping him safe.
I... I would never have hurt.
You wish for mercy.
I do, sir.
I do, I...
I don't want to die, sir.
- I don't. - Then, ask Christ.
Fall to your knees, before this assembly
and take Christ as your saviour.
Renounce your faith,
your God.
Pray to Christ, Fagin.
I can't do that.
Abide with me
Fast falls the eventide
I won't never leave you, Bill.
Ain't it I'm your girl?
Bill,...
d'you love me?
I just wanted to say sorry.
Cos I didn't steal of off you.
He's here! Oliver's here!
We've been looking for you, we've been so worried.
- Looking for me? - Yes, for you!
And here you are!
You've come home!
Oh, you've come home.
Mrs. Bedwin!
Oh, he's safe!
Hang him! Hang him!
Stop pushing me!
I wanna see him die!
My Dodge...
My dear.
Bull's-eye!
Out of my way!
Good-bye, Agnes.
Good-bye, Nancy.
What are you looking at?!
I'll have your eyes!
Now, the marriage begins in earnest.
Indeed it does.
Days of merriment and nights of connubial bliss.
Stoke up the fire, husband.
Madam.
Madam?!
It's just a bit of fun, go on, I won't do it again.
Stoke up the fire.
Bravo!
Encore!
Bravo!
Bravo!
- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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