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Let me tell you a story about a young man called Oliver.

There's no singing. No dancing. And definitely no happy ending.

But before we get to me,

this all started with a thief called Tom Chitling.

There he is!

Stop! Stop!

Let's go!

- Come here! Where is it? - I don't have it.

Growing up, it was just me and Mum.

We didn't have a lot, but we had our imagination.

Where'd you take us today, Oliver?

The beach. And we had an ice cream.

Mmm, delicious.

I took us to the circus.

Wow. Elephants.

- Thanks, Mum. - You're welcome.

I'm gonna take us somewhere even better tomorrow.

I can't wait.

What do you see?

A lady swimming.

What else?

What does Oliver see?

I don't understand, Mum.

Well, I see escape.

I see a powerful woman

leaving behind a life that wasn't meant for her.

And all of the flowers, they're telling us why.

Anyone ever told you you're a bit weird, Mum?

Has anyone ever told you you're a bit cheeky?

Shh!

Oh. We're going to space now, are we?

Yeah.

I thought we were supposed to be doing our dreams for the future.

I don't get it.

Well that's you. And that's me.

And we're in a gallery.

And we're looking at this painting of you and me in a gallery

looking at this painting of you and me in a gallery.

And it goes on and on and on...

But nothing lasts forever.

Then it was just me.

Poor lad.

Time to go, Oliver.

I didn't know anyone else.

I certainly didn't belong with them.

I was better off on my own.

Oi! Wake up.

Wake up, you little rat.

Right. I've told you before, and I'm not... Hey!

I'm not gonna tell you again!

Don't you dare.

Sod off, you little scrounger!

Stop sleeping in the gallery!

People don't really call me Oliver any more. They call me...

Congratulations, love.

You've won a little yellow square.

You could see I had my hands full.

They're not my rules. I just enforce 'em.

I was right here.

You was right here for too long.

I thought you were gonna move in.

Do you think I like doing this?

Actually, I do. It makes me feel big in every way.

Could you not give the ticket to anyone else?

I'm not just giving 'em to nice people.

You look like a nice person, so I've given one to you.

Please, I was literally about to leave.

You should have left earlier, shouldn't you?

I can't afford this ticket.

Well, I can't afford a 4K TV, but I wish I could.

I'd like one of those.

Actually, I don't even know what it is,

but I like the sound of owning it. I wish I could have it.

- Please, sir... - Please, please, please.

Don't tell me your problems.

You're gonna get another one in a minute. Oi!

Hey, stay away from that van. That's my van, you little pig.

- Here you go, miss. - Thank you.

Stop that lad!

Yo, man. The bikes!

Yo, likkle man!

Yo!

- Hey, slow up, bro. - What?

Relax, man. The cops packed it in way back.

Why are you chasing me then?

'Cause you forgot your shopping.

Okay.

- It's you, isn't it? - What?

Doing all this.

Come on, man, we know that it's you.

We done the forensics on your spray cans.

He's a joker, this one. But, look, listen.

I am Dodge, this is Batesy,

and together we...

- What about your bikes? - Not ours, pal!

Come on!

Hey! Stop!

I said get down!

Come on.

- Cracking set of pins, love. - Look at that.

What happened to him?

- What was that? - Brilliant.

You two again.

Oh, come on. We're your guardian angels.

Where's the other guy?

Come with us. We'll sort you out with some new gear.

Or you could just stay here. I mean, it's up to you.

We got trainers as well.

Really?

Come on, handsome. Follow us.

- I ain't got anything worth stealing. - Come on, mate.

You can't go through life trusting no one.

Yeah, we saved your arse once already.

That was the other guy.

What, you mean Red?

Yeah. The guy in the green jacket.

That's a real hero, that one.

Entre, s'il vous plaît.

Who's that?

Just me and Batesy.

What size waist are you?

I'd say he's about a 30 regular.

Who's that?

Oh, that is the ghost of Dodge's grandpa.

Batesy, shut up. I'll introduce you later.

Let's get you some clobber first.

Uh, you do realize I've got no money?

It's all right. You can owe us.

I don't like owing people.

Go on, have 'em. Introductory special offer.

- We can spare 'em. - Where did you get all this?

- Sports Warehouse. - Oh, I lost my favorite hat on that job.

Are you ever gonna stop banging on about that hat?

- Huh? - Probably not.

Have 'em. They cost us nothing, shop's claimed insurance.

Plus, them pasty legs...

they're gonna give me nightmares.

Oh, better give 'em a little bit of a shake actually.

Better give 'em a shake first, eh.

Hey, Fagin.

Dodge, I've told you before.

You cannot bring in green kids off the street.

- I know, but Fa... - No buts.

Out he goes.

Fagin, please. This is Twist.

Extreme graffiti artist.

Reaching places others can't reach.

Tags under moving cranes and that.

Like what's his face, uh... Banksy. Yeah.

Reaching places other people can't reach, eh?

The problem with graffiti is, is you can't move it.

What's the point in a painting if it's always in the same place?

The higher up I put my work, the more people can see it.

That's the point. It doesn't belong to anybody.

An idealist, eh?

All property is theft.

In my case, that's literally true.

Tell me, Mr. Idealist,

how's virtue treating you?

Is it filling your stomach?

Can it give you a hug on a cold night?

Ideals are useless. They're like appendix.

Cut 'em out.

He's fast.

He left the Old Bill for dust.

I thought maybe we could train him up

seeing as we have a vacancy.

I'm not a thief.

What, you've never stole a sarnie from Tescos?

I don't need to. They chuck out enough if you know where to look.

Oh, living the dream.

We all have to start somewhere, don't we?

It wasn't so long ago that you were stealing credit card details.

Uh, it's called phishing.

It's called surviving.

It's what we do to survive.

- Suppose. - Bravo.

You need a place to stay?

No. Thank you.

Cheers for the clothes. I'll pay you back.

That's a really decent copy.

I've seen the original tons of times at the Tate.

No, you haven't.

I tell you what. I'll cook tonight, Dodge.

What do you want, spaghetti or beef burgers?

- I love the... - Ah, nah.

Come on. Do me a flavor, Fag.

You know I'm 72% vegan. Meat is a treat.

Doesn't matter what you eat so long as you eat together.

Because, as I've always said, the most important thing

is the family that eats together...

...stays together.

Yeah. Right.

Oi! Mate.

I just wanted to...

Stand there gawping like a fish?

If you could speak sometime soon that'd be great

- 'cause I've got somewhere to go. - I'm sorry.

I didn't realize you, you were a...

And I didn't recognize you with clothes on.

I just wanted to say thanks.

You're welcome.

Is that everything?

I'll take that as a yes.

The boy's an artist.

So, what do you see?

A loner with a cracking pair of trainers?

Well, that's disappointing. You missed the point.

Can you get up there?

Please. If he can...

- Yeah. - Some boys like respect.

Some boys like being in the pecking order.

But this one...

he wants something that he's missing.

A smartphone?

He wants love.

So let's give it to him.

Glad I climbed up this side.

Sorry!

There's no toilet up here.

Love what you've done with the place.

It's just while I'm doing this one here.

Gonna offer me a cup of tea then, or...

I could do you cream crackers and chocolate spread.

Ooh, nutritious.

I thought you were a guy, by the way.

That's why I was being weird earlier.

You say the sweetest things.

No, no. I wasn't...

I mean, I just...

- The way you move... - Like a guy? Yeah. I get it.

- I don't mean to offend you. - Oh, why would that offend me?

Just guys are more strong.

Not that girls aren't strong.

Girls are strong as well.

Just guys tend to be... I don't know.

Not much of a smooth talker, are we?

Best stick to climbing I think.

How come you're so good at climbing anyway?

When I was younger, I felt safer up high.

People couldn't find me.

So I taught myself to climb.

And you've been a loner on a roof ever since?

Suits me just fine.

Well, you can't stay up here forever.

Isn't there things you wanna see, things you wanna experience?

Must get pretty boring.

I can go anywhere I want.

- What? - See.

I can imagine.

Well, I'm here in real life,

and I've come to invite you to a real-life dinner.

Me and you?

Come to Fagin's, tonight at 7:00.

And you never know,

we might just be better company than your paintings.

What am I doing?

What does Oliver see?

Mum?

Can't be by yourself forever.

You're late.

Is that any way to greet your favorite supplier?

What happened to Tom?

He screwed up. That's what happened.

My kids are not disposable.

That's exactly what they are, my old friend.

No friends, no family. No questions.

For complications.

Did you get my envelope?

What, this?

When has it ever been that easy, eh?

I want in.

I know you're pulling a job.

You're hitting Losberne.

I want a cut.

I was gonna tell you.

Of course you were.

Let me make it easy for you.

Whatever's in there...

seems very important to your little plan.

Question is, are we gonna do it the easy or the hard way?

Partners.

Partners. Now...

the envelope.

I think I'll keep it.

Just in case of future complications.

Yeah.

Took your bloody... Oh, my giddy aunt.

What is happening with your barnet?

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Come on, look, look. Welcome, Twist.

Let me take your jean shirt, jacket for you. There we go.

- Come on. - Ah.

Glad you could make it, mate.

Oh, Twist. Come and sit next to me.

Oh, blimey, look. Nancy, take his beautiful flowers

and put them in some water.

Mmm.

He can call me that.

- You don't. - Understood.

I am starving.

Dodge, please.

Fagin, can we just talk about something?

Can we talk about our boy, Batesy here,

stealing my food from under my bed?

- Grass. - Thief.

- Okay, we're all thieves. - Yeah, be a better one is the point.

All right. Okay, okay.

Uh, Twist,

I want you to say a few words because it's a tradition.

About how thankful you are.

Well, thanks for having me round for dinner, I suppose.

I can't remember the last time that I sat down...

Like a family?

We're all orphans here.

All right, that's the thanks.

Cool, um, can we bloody eat now?

- Yes! Eat. Eat. - All right!

- Eat. - All right, all right.

Let's go.

Mmm.

It appears that you're a connoisseur of beauty.

Yeah. I saw you in my office admiring my collection, Mr. Twist.

Can I stop using that name?

It makes me sound as though I'm in a casino.

What else can I call you?

Oliver.

Oliver. Well, Oliver,

your artwork is impressive.

They're just copies.

No, nothing is just a copy. We always put a little bit

of soul into everything, don't you think?

- Yeah, I suppose. - When I was your age,

I wanted to be an artist, just like you.

But my father was tasteless. A bully.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Why sorry? This is all my art, and Nancy...

is my masterpiece.

She needs someone to train with.

Someone who can keep up with her.

- So you all just do whatever you want? - Yes. But together.

We never work alone.

You know, we live together, we eat together.

Because the family that eats together...

Stays together. I know.

Watch this, watch this.

Got a little surprise for you.

- For me? - Yeah.

Come on, then.

You ready? We're going out.

Come on.

Make sure you bring him back in one piece.

Don't you guys ever feel bad?

What? No.

Look, the people that we target are criminals anyway.

So, it's justified, innit?

Think of Fagin as good old Robin Hood

and we're his Merry Men.

Hmm.

Oliver.

Oliver.

Hey, wake up. Come on.

Get changed. We're going out.

Okay, give me a sec.

- So, are you sticking around? - Yeah, I think I will.

You sure you wanna do this?

Yeah. It's nice to belong to something.

Trust me, you'll be fine.

Morning, Dr. Losberne.

Good morning.

Dr. Crispin Losberne.

Curator, art dealer

and connoisseur of 18th-century painters.

He's very predictable, which helps.

Gets up every morning and leaves for work at eight o'clock sharp.

He looks at his messages

and he puts his phone away in the right-hand pocket of his coat.

- Flat white. - Pays the barista.

Then he drinks his coffee.

- Hmm. - What's all this about?

Well, we're gonna borrow his phone.

And have it back in his pocket before he knows it's gone.

But why?

He took everything from me.

Everything.

And I'm going to return the favor.

First thing, we need to hack Losberne's phone.

Oh, and as far as the day is concerned,

it's all performance art.

And the performance will be given by Nancy.

Oh!

I am such a klutz.

Let me help. I've got tissues in my bag.

You absolutely must let me help.

God, it's all over your lovely jacket.

Oh, I'm so stupid.

I was on my way to the Royal Academy

to see the Gainsborough exhibition.

- Really. - Oh, have you been?

As a matter of fact, I curated it.

- Really? - Oh, yes. Come on.

- Dodge, you got it yet? - Yeah, plugging in.

All right. On its way, Batesy.

I'm quite a mover and shaker in the art world.

I have my own place.

You have your own gallery?

That working, Bates?

You don't ever need interns, do you?

Never say never.

Come on, Batesy. Hurry up.

I'll give you my card.

I'm going as quick as I can.

It's in my jacket.

Oh.

We need to speed this up.

Yes, of course.

- Oh. - Bit wet.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

Pop by anytime.

- Goodbye. - Dodge, quick, he's leaving.

Quickly!

Yes. Let's go.

Garages on Swift Road.

Someone's taken my phone.

Get out of my taxi!

Sorry, mate. I thought it was free.

- God. - Is that what you're looking for?

Yes. Thank you.

You can keep the taxi. I'm going to walk.

Cheers.

Where to, guv?

Not bad for your first job, Oliver.

Yeah, and that was just the hors d'oeuvre.

Batesy, keep hacking.

One word from Losberne, I wanna hear it.

We need to know his every move.

- Dodge? - Yeah?

Do the washing up.

Oh, man.

Nancy, you're going to art school.

What?

It's a crash course.

If you're gonna be convincing as an art student

for an evening, or even for ten minutes,

you're gonna have to know some art to talk about.

Oliver, would you mind?

- Of course. - Ah, good.

But nothing beats seeing it in the flesh.

This is about Pope Nicholas.

He's fuming.

And Dante's... Shit.

Wha...

Guard.

You do realize this gallery's free, yeah?

He's worked here for years. He hates me.

He's always throwing me out for sleeping here.

Get up. Here, I got you.

He doesn't scare me.

Shall we...

Millais's a genius.

- The use of... - Hardly gonna win the 500-meter backstroke, though, is she?

I'm joking. I know it's Ophelia.

Anything else you'd like to add?

Well, personally,

I think the flowers in the painting

are as important as Ophelia herself.

The floating flowers, they represent her sorrow.

And the nettles growing around the willow,

well that's... that's her pain.

Exactly.

Did you do art at school?

No. It's just common sense, innit?

Well, that and the Internet.

All right. Let's see what else you got.

So, do you feel ready to be the most convincing art student of all time?

Yeah. Totally.

Although no thanks to my teacher. He was rubbish.

Oi!

So, uh...

couldn't help but notice old Ophelia

made quite an impression on you in there.

Yeah.

What was it about her?

I used to go to that gallery with my mum.

She was an artist.

Right. That makes sense.

- So, you did have a family? - Just a mum.

She wasn't around for too long.

Did you?

Just a dad.

But he was around for too long.

So why did you get into free running then?

So I could escape.

Escape from what?

From boys called Oliver Twist.

Come here!

To pull this job off, we'll need the plans for Losberne's gallery.

Oh, not the caterpillar tash.

- Hello. - Good morning, sir.

We spoke on the telephone

about your conversion of number 30.

The Losberne Gallery?

I have bought the building opposite

and I want you to make it modern like number 30.

I have the plans here. I can show you what we did for Dr. Losberne.

Follow me.

Yes. Very nice, very nice.

Da.

11:05 on the dot, Fagin.

Just like you said.

This is private.

It's okay. I don't understand Russian, so...

You want my business?

Certainly. Take your time.

Thank you.

No windows, reinforced walls.

That's the one.

That'll be a job getting in.

We don't have to do that.

If we do what I've got planned,

they bring it out.

Batesy, carry on.

Bring what out?

This is the painting we're gonna steal.

One of six paintings by William Hogarth.

That says Dotheboy's Auction House, Fagin.

Why are we casing up Losberne?

The painting was lost in a fire,

but many people believed it was a cover-up for a theft.

All this time, it's been off the radar.

So you're saying Losberne's got it?

- He's the seller. - Wait, hang about.

How did he get his hands on it?

Many years ago, Losberne went into partnership

with a man called Isaac Solomon.

Both of them bought a lot of paintings.

One of them was the Hogarth.

But when they had it in auction,

Losberne went missing with the paintings.

- Oh. - And Solomon had nothing,

and his credibility as an art dealer was gone.

Later, Losberne said the paintings had been stolen.

So my man tells me.

How long have you been there? I didn't hear you come in.

You should be more careful, Fagin.

You're getting sloppy in your old age.

Oh, it's only you two.

Oliver, there's someone I'd like you to meet.

Oliver.

Here, boy.

This is Bullseye.

Aw...

You're gonna need your hands later.

Round two.

Magnetic, see?

Stick it on a pipe and get out.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Is it a bad time?

It's the perfect time.

Thank you.

Bottoms up.

Oh.

Cheers.

So, you were saying it'd be answering the phones,

doing a little bit of filing?

Nothing a girl like you couldn't handle.

I did actually want to show you some of my art.

Street art, you say?

Yeah, it's just on here.

Let me just find them.

Uh, yes. Okay.

This one is actually based on...

William Blake. Of course.

I love what you've done with the line there.

These are actually rather intriguing.

Don't gas me.

Come on, girl.

Give her a second.

Sorry, that's my graffiti talk.

It's the only way to get taken seriously on the street.

Oh, right.

Well, don't forget your wine.

Do you know, it's just going straight through me.

I must pop to the little girls' room.

Is it downstairs, or...

Straight down the stairs.

The door straight in front of you.

Okay. Thanks.

Oh, no. No, no, no. He's on the move.

- I could have blown my hand off. - Yeah, calm down.

- Everything all right? - Yes, I'll be up in a minute.

You better have brought a spare.

Uh...

We just gotta get it to her.

I'll take it.

I'm the climber, right?

Whatever you do, don't drop it.

Red, it's me. Let me in.

Look out.

- Oh, my God. - Be careful.

Okay...

What's going on down there?

Losberne Gallery.

Special delivery.

At this time of night?

I'm right outside, mate. Got a large package.

Says, "artworks, fragile."

I could leave it on the doorstep if you want?

No, no, no. I'm coming. I'm coming.

I was just in the middle of something.

One second.

I'm at the window. Where are you?

Um, let me just check on that.

Sorry, mate. Wrong number.

I wouldn't use that lav... uh, bathroom for a bit.

I'm sorry. You're going to have to wait here for a moment.

Brittles?

Can you come up here, please?

What is this?

Search her bag.

Hey!

Excuse me!

If that's the way you treat all your interns,

you can take your work experience

and shove it up your arse!

Okay.

Our Dr. Losberne is gonna get a surprise in the morning.

Until then, you can take the night off.

- Go out, have some fun. - Yes!

Yeah, but wait a minute. Not too much fun

because you're back on duty at 7:00 a.m.

7:00?

We've all gotta be ready

to move when the phone goes.

And I'll stay tuned to Losberne.

Well, you know he might be into some heavy phone sex,

which means you might be in for a steamy night, old boy.

So there's this party.

- What you saying? - Red, you coming?

She got plans.

You did good.

Mate, let's go. Come on.

Awkward.

Come on, mate. Don't be such a Debbie Downer.

You know, there are other birds in London.

Come on. Have a drink with us.

No, I'm all right, mate. Honestly.

Come on. You know you want to.

Seriously, Batesy.

I'm all right here.

All right. Fine.

- Hey. - I said...

Oi. You mug.

She belongs to Sikes.

You think I don't know that?

I don't belong to anyone.

We'll see.

Oi, Batesy! Batesy, look out!

I love coming here.

You almost forget you're in the city.

How do you know about this place?

Uh, Sikes brought me here once.

Why'd you bring me here then?

Because I wanted to. Is that okay?

Hmm?

Red!

Seriously, why did you bring me here?

Why wouldn't I bring you here?

I don't think your girlfriend would be too happy if she knew.

Mmm, never said she was my girlfriend.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

That you're only into...

Girls? Never said that either.

I'm so confused.

Oi! What the hell are you doing?

Hey. Don't tell anyone about this, yeah?

Red, if this is about Sikes, you don't need to be scared.

It's not me I'm scared for.

Got you!

You think you're clever, don't you? Call the police, love.

- I will 'cause you're assaulting him! - Assaulting him?

- Yeah! - This little bellend has been vandalizing property

of the council with his shitty little paintings.

You wanna go as well, eh?

Come on!

Here they are. Get down there, you! Go on.

She's with the bellend there. Arrest them.

- Stay with them. It'll be okay. - Come on, Son.

I'll get Fagin. Go on.

Thank you. All right.

Personally I think it's an improvement.

So let me go.

Unfortunately, Metropolis Parking Solutions...

That's the company whose property you vandalized,

they don't quite share the same views.

Little Ollie Twister.

Look, to be honest, Oliver, a little bit of graffiti

is not really what concerns me.

You kind of running into Warden Bumble,

well that's just kind of fortuitous for me.

It's like a happy accident.

What I really wanna talk to you about is...

this man.

Fagin.

An alias, obviously.

A once prestigious art dealer.

Then out of the blue...

...vanishes. Disappears.

And since then, it seems like he's been putting

his knowledge of art to more practical usage.

Apparently he's running quite the operation.

Yeah.

And what about this lovely lady?

Known associate of Fagin.

Sikes.

How am I supposed to know these two?

How am I supposed to...

Nancy Lee, alias Red.

Known associate of both Sikes and Fagin's.

It's a pretty girl, Oliver.

I can get you out of this, you know.

- Get me out of what? - Ah, see, now that,

that's exactly what I'm hoping you're gonna tell me.

Because your little friends, your new pals,

they're not all that they seem.

And to be perfectly honest, friends of Fagin and Sikes

have a nasty habit of ending up, well...

like that.

Tom Chitling. He died last month.

Take a good look, Oliver.

I don't even know this Sikes.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Okay.

Well, you're free to go.

Just be careful who you trust because people only see what they wanna see.

Off you go, then.

You're late.

Where's Twist?

He was with you, right, Dodge?

Just wanted to get a run-in. I lost track of time.

I don't know where Twist is.

I gave them all the night off.

Those paintings are going nowhere till the morning.

It is morning. Where is he?

- Who is this? - Think of me

as the friendly uncle you never had.

I just wanted to make sure you've got my number.

In case you remember anything about our Ms. Sikes.

I won't.

You got some explaining to do, boy.

- Where you been, then? - I went to a pub with Dodge and Batesy.

They got back hours ago. What happened to you?

- I got arrested. - Been having little words, have we?

No, it wasn't like that.

It was this traffic warden.

I wrote on his van and he wasn't happy about it.

You wrote on his van last night?

No, last week.

I bumped into him this morning...

How come the cops let you go?

Did you give them something they wanted?

No, nothing. I gave them nothing.

If he grassed, why would he come back here?

Was I talking to you?

- I'm just saying, I... - Don't!

- We need him. - Hello, Artnet.

- Hello, it's Dr. Crispin Losberne. - Shh!

My vault is flooded, so I need to move a painting to Dotheboy's.

He's on the phone with the couriers.

They're arranging a pickup.

One second.

Round three.

The painting is gonna be on the move.

This is it.

You better pray this time it goes like clockwork.

Remember, I'm watching.

I'm claustrophobic, okay.

Nobody told me that it was gonna be that small.

- Quit making a fuss and get in. - I'm not making a fuss.

I'm claustrophobic. It's an actual condition.

If Batesy gets in there and passes out,

the whole plan's screwed. What are we gonna do?

Exactly. And there is every chance

that if I get in there I will pass out.

Batesy, don't be such a baby.

What are you gonna do? Force him down?

You say you're gonna do something then don't do it.

Are we gonna do this, or you gonna stand there arguing all day?

Well, he's in now.

All right. Anybody tries to moves the crate,

you set off the smoke bomb in their face.

Piece of cake.

All right. That's it.

Let's do it then.

Really?

Delivery to our gallery in W1, yeah?

Yeah, copy that, darling.

We just got a few drop-offs first.

Cheers, lads.

I thought we were only sharing travel with the National Gallery piece.

Uh, let me see.

Originally yours was dropped off first

and then on to the National Gallery.

It's just an extra pickup, mate.

It won't affect your drop-off time.

They're close together, you see.

- Chiswell Fine Arts. - I've never heard of it.

You ever heard of a Chiswell Fine Arts, Rosie?

Somewhere near here?

I thought you knew all the galleries in London.

I'll google it.

Can't find a Chiswell.

Get me Artnet on the phone now!

What's all this?

You all right? What's occurring?

- Can we get through? - How you doing?

- Yeah, fine. - Where you from?

- I'm from Fullham. - Fullham?

I've got cousins in Fullham. You know Phil?

- No. - You must know my second cousin.

- What's her name? Oh, Tracey. - No.

- Can we get through? - Can you get through?

I don't know...

7-4, receiving. 7-4, receiving.

Is there aliens? I mean...

7-4. Go ahead.

Just had a call from the Losberne Gallery.

They seem to think they're being robbed.

Is it real? Is life even real?

Everything all right, lads?

Floor it!

No!

Sikes, no. No, Sikes!

Please, Sikes.

Run!

- Where is it? Give it to me. - I didn't get it. I'm sorry.

We need a distraction. Move. Move!

When I said "don't," that means don't go this way.

- ...female in a red leather jacket. - Hey!

Female suspect heading west down Pass Road.

Officers are in pursuit. Officers are in pursuit.

I'm asking you very nicely to stop.

There it is.

I really need to start going to the gym.

This is...

Uh...

Bedwin, give me an update.

Brownlow, we got some good news and some bad news.

- Fill me in then. - Yeah, well, the bad news is I haven't got her.

- What's the good news? - There is no good news, really, if I'm honest.

Get yourself back here now.

Oi! Get in.

- I need to work on my cardio. - How come Twist was

in the back of that van? Should have been you.

Well, I'm claustrophobic, so we just switched places.

You shouldn't have.

Batesy!

He should have been back by now.

Quiet. I'm trying to think.

That was our one shot.

It was bad luck is all.

Bad luck? There's no such thing.

It was a simple plan until that bloody Twist

decided to go in the van.

Mate, have you seen...

What happened to Tom Chitling?

He fell.

- Did you see it? - Someone has been misinforming you, Oliver.

- Don't avoid the question! - I just don't think it's you asking the questions.

Who have you been talking to?

Sikes.

Why don't you ask her?

- Sikes! - He's a rat!

Van suddenly peels off. They knew what was going down.

- I didn't tell them anything! - Lies!

What's this, eh?

Thing I need to know, Twist,

is how you hold up under a beating.

I bet you fall to pieces, eh?

Fagin, make her stop.

Question is, do you want some more?

Hold him.

Sikes, don't make it permanent.

Right, Bullseye, on my command.

You're making a mistake.

A mistake?

He got in trouble with the traffic warden.

And how would you know that, Red?

'Cause I was there.

What?

We were on our way home and the traffic warden

came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground.

- Just like he said. - On your way home from where?

We...

We went for a swim together.

If he moves, shoot him.

Come with me.

Bullseye, stay.

This ain't like Batesy.

He gets withdrawal symptoms if he ain't plugged in.

- Batesy's dead. - What?

Just like she killed Tom.

- But Sikes said... - Tom was murdered!

He didn't go off that roof by accident.

How would you know that?

I got a text off that phone.

Some cop gave it to me to see if I'd turn.

And did you turn?

Or were you never with this family to begin with?

You call this a family?

When that psycho is out there with Red

and you're pointing a gun at me!

I don't believe you.

I'm gonna go find Batesy myself.

You're gonna be looking six feet under.

He's right. I pushed Tom.

- You lying piece... - Please.

Give me an excuse to kill you.

You can't kill all of us.

Let's see, shall we?

Six bullets, three kids. You do the math.

We're hitting Dotheboy's. We're getting that painting.

Dotheboy's? I think the whole plan

was to get the painting before it went there.

That place is impenetrable.

You scared, old man?

I'll have a plan in four hours.

Try not to kill any more of them in the meantime.

I can't promise anything.

Look, mate, I believe ya.

What Sikes did to Tom, that's messed up.

But if we don't do this, we'll lose Red too.

Sikes is a loose cannon.

Let's just suck it up and get on with it, yeah?

Let's do this.

Is he on time?

Like clockwork. We're on.

Can I get two sugars with that, as well?

All right there, mates? Sorry to interrupt.

Can I get a Bakewell tart, please?

Sure.

- It's chippy, innit? - Yeah, I know. It's freezing.

There you go. 1.50.

There you go. Keep the change.

Thanks.

Have a good day, lads.

See ya.

The painting will be under lock and key before the auction.

So our only chance is during the main event.

We'll go in at the front and at the right moment

execute the plan, sending the painting your way.

Let's play happy families, eh? Big smiles.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa.

It's the chair. Really?

Jesus.

There you go.

Dodge, once you're inside, let Twist in.

Then, when all hell has broken loose,

you know what to do.

Gang's all here.

Don't do anything stupid.

I'm glad you're finally taking this threat seriously, Officer.

Detective Inspector.

How many men have you deployed?

There's 12 inside the building.

Another 20 outside.

Nobody is getting this painting, Losberne.

Doctor Losberne.

Better you than me, mate.

Lot 146.

William Hogarth's painting

A Harlot's Progress, The Arrest.

Oil on canvas. 1731.

Has resurfaced after many years,

as the only surviving Harlot's Progress from the fire...

Now.

We start the reserve price of three million pounds.

Yes, madam.

And you, sir? At the back there, sir? Yes.

Three million two.

I have three million, 200 thousand pounds.

He's got a gun!

- Stay calm. - It was a trap.

- They're after my painting! - Get it back in the vault!

It'll be safe. It's the safest place.

- Over there, look. - Through that door.

There's a robbery in progress. Stay with the painting.

Get it to the vault. Let's go! Let's move.

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm coming with you.

No one goes down there but us.

There's a robbery in progress.

- Yeah, we have our procedures. - And I have my orders.

And that painting ain't going anywhere without me.

What... What's going on?

- Who are you? - Officer Dawkins, Sergeant.

- Dawkins? Good. - Yeah.

Okay. You guys go that way. You guys come with me. Let's go.

You.

Yes, it's me.

Ah, that felt good.

Good. This is good. This is very good.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Show me the painting.

Ah...

I'll be honest, not his best work.

Move!

Okay.

Oh, you silly sausage.

You're going nowhere, Son.

Shit!

Brownlow, you're wrong about Twist.

He's in the lift shaft.

Yeah, the dirty swine.

Well, move then.

I'm coming for you, Twist.

- No, no, no! - If you think a lift is gonna stop me...

- Oh, you got nowhere to hide, boy. - Dodge!

- You muppet. - Dodge?

You...

Hurry up.

- Dodge. - Come on.

Help me!

- Hurry up. - Help!

- Come on. - I'm coming!

Get these bloody doors open!

Hurry up, Dodge!

Oi!

Wait a minute.

Give me a break. You're not thinking we...

- Oi! Stop! - Come on!

- Ready? Belt. - Twist, what are you doing? This is madness.

Three, two, one...

Hang on!

Wait, wait...

Let go!

Okay.

Congratulations.

All the best.

Brownlow, you need to get down here right now.

Shit!

Shit, shit!

- Flippin' hell. - Let's go up here.

I think we've lost them.

They wouldn't have got far, Losberne.

Well, you better be right.

- Come on. Let's go. - Hey! Hey!

Don't even think about it! Do not move.

Hello?

- Your delivery's here. - I didn't order anything.

- Hey, don't! - Dodge, let's go!

Hey!

Get after them! Don't leave, hey!

- Come back here! Come... - Wait!

Get them... Hey, stop!

Stop! Make him stop!

There's only one person who could do this.

Batesy.

Enjoy your munch, did ya?

You magnificent bastard.

You had us worried sick, mate. Where are ya?

You know Sikes has gone full-blown psycho, don't you?

- She tried to kill me. - What?

We're on our way to see her now.

No, don't! It ain't safe.

What do you mean? We got no choice.

Red's with her. We're all heading to Fagin's.

All right, well, I'll meet you there.

- Just look after yourself. - Okay.

That was Batesy. He's...

Twist?

Twist?

You're late. Where is he?

I don't know. We got split up.

- Who's got it? - He has.

Oi!

- You miss me? - Bates.

You all right? What happened?

Thought I dealt with you, fuck's sake.

- Where's Twist? - I'm right here.

You want the painting? She's coming with me.

Do you think she's worth it?

Try me.

Do what he says.

You got more stones than I gave you credit for.

Give me that.

I'll always be a step ahead of you.

You think you can just take my girl?

It's the painting, Sikes.

Give me the envelope and let him go.

You sure that's it, Fagin?

- What? - The painting.

Are you sure it's the right one?

Easy. Easy.

I'm just reaching for my phone.

You guys might wanna see this.

You see, before I got into graffiti,

I used to paint.

You lot mentioning Hogarth got me inspired.

It's not bad, eh, Fagin?

Where is it?

I walk out of here with Red.

I'll call you and tell you where it is.

She stays with me.

We need the painting, Sikes.

Whose side are you on?

All this has got to stop. You're done. We're done.

All bets are off.

Get me the envelope and I'll let you leave.

Come on.

You'll let me leave?

I choose how this ends.

- Fagin, Fagin. - Fagin.

Fagin?

Come on!

Quick! Come on, Twist!

Come on!

You go first.

I'm not going without you!

Listen, jump. I'll be right behind you.

Go.

Twist! Twist.

Hold on, hold on.

Come on!

Twist! Come on.

Don't let go.

No! No!

- Pull him up, Sikes. - I'm sure he'll be fine. Step back!

Look at him, not even strong enough to pull himself up.

- He's so weak. - He's not weak!

- You need to come with me now. - I don't need you anymore.

You think Twist is the one for you?

He's more than you will ever be.

I dragged you from the gutter, looked after you,

gave you everything you needed.

Sikes!

What a fine thing capital punishment is.

Young man.

I'm guessing you heard about the reward?

Be there in five.

Do we know what we're meant to be waiting for?

We don't have a clue, Bedwin.

I'm sure we'll know when we see it.

He's not exactly just gonna stroll in.

- He's literally just strolled in. - All right, lads?

- You hungry? - You got a lot of nerve showing up.

- Let's just nick him now. - Calm down, Bedwin.

You look like you could do with a bacon sarnie.

This might be funny to you, but this is serious.

I need your full cooperation.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cooperation?

I've done you guys a favor.

How's that?

Where's the painting?

I don't have it.

So where is it?

I'm not the criminal here. In fact,

I've done all the work for you guys.

Two bacon sarnies.

- Enjoy. - Thanks.

Excuse me. I didn't order this.

Oh, no, it's fine. It's my treat.

Well, that's very kind of you, young man.

- Yes, very kind. - But don't think this is getting you out of trouble.

I need you to understand one thing.

You're gonna need to start cooperating.

Oh, brilliant.

Yeah, hello? Very smart that was.

A wise cop once said to me,

"People only see what they wanna see."

You'll be wanting some brown sauce with those I assume.

What do you mean... Hello? Hello?

Brown sauce.

Nah, it's...

It's above the brown sauce, Bedwin.

It's above the brown sauce.

Holy shit.

The tale of the stolen Hogarth in an audacious raid

took a bizarre twist today

when a tip-off led detectives to a lockup in East London

in which a large collection of stolen artworks has been discovered.

The lockup belongs to the art dealer Dr. Crispin Losberne.

Documents were also found proving that Dr. Crispin Losberne

is not the legal owner of the Hogarth.

It's alleged that the well-established art dealer

has been making his fortune out of selling stolen artwork

and faking the ownership documentation.

A Mr. Isaac Solomon has been named as an accomplice.

It's believed that this man also goes by the name of Fagin.

Fagin and Sikes really had raised some good thieves.

So good they didn't know when they were the target.

The envelope revealed the true owners of the Hogarth

and the key to the lockup where Losberne kept the stolen paintings.

- Holy shit. - Even Bedwin and Brownlow deserved a break.

In other arts-related news,

a mystery painting arrived with a special delivery

for a new exhibition at the National Gallery last week.

The question everyone's asking is: How did it get there?

The painting was added to the exhibition by mistake

but critics have gone wild for this unknown artist

and have demanded the piece remains on display.

There you go, Mum.

In fact, people can't stop talking about the mystery artist,

with many asking who is Molly Twist

and when and where will all of her work appear.

Dealers are said to be willing to offer up to 50,000

to anyone with an original Twist painting.

Cheers, Nancy.

Call me that again, Oliver, and I will twist something you don't like.

All right, quit canoodling.

So, are you gonna stick with us, kid?

Come on, you know you wanna.

Look, if I'm gonna be staying around,

we gotta cut out all the nonsense and go straight.

- Whoa, wait. - He's joking, right? That must be a joke.

What exactly do you expect us lot to do for a job, eh?

You ever thought about selling paintings?

A bag full of Molly Twist art is worth a few quid.

Hmm?

Like I said, no singing, no dancing.

But maybe I was wrong about the happy ending.

I know these people. I belong with them.