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Is it worth the waiting for if we live till

All we ever get is gruel

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

Still we get the same old gruel

There is 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

Burned, underdone, crude

Don't care what the cook's like

Just thinking of growing fat

Our senses are 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 on food

Magical food Wonderful food

Marvelous food Heavenly food

Beautiful food

Glorious

Food

For what you're about to receive

May the Lord make you truly thankful

Amen

Go on. Go on.

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 bannister

Which we'll throw him down

And feed him 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 bannister

Which we'll throw him down

And feed him 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

- Get out! - Out!

One boy

Boy for sale

He's going cheap

How much?

Only seven guineas

How much?

That or thereabout

Fine boy

Boy for sale

He's yours to keep

For one thousand 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

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.

Bring him in, Mr. Bumble. Bring him in.

My love...

I said we might consider taking this boy to help in the shop.

Dear me! He's very small.

He is small, there's no denying. But he'll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry.

I dare say he will...

on our vitals and 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 a forwarding name and address.

So he's yours for three guineas as agreed, cash on delivery.

No, no, Mr. Bumble.

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.

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

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

I'll look after him.

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. Just for children's funerals.

A mute in proportion, so to speak.

Precisely.

Superb effect, don't you think so, my love?

You think you could look like that gentleman up there?

Perhaps, if I had a tall hat.

There's Oliver!

How's your mother, workhouse?

You leave my mother out of it.

She's dead.

What'd she die of? Shortage of breath?

You better not say anything about her to me.

Don't you be cheeky, workhouse.

Your mother! She was a nice one.

- A regular bad one she was. - What did you say?

It's good she died when she did 'cause she'd been in prison doing hard labor.

You murderous little wretch! What are you doing?

What's going on? What are you trying to do, wake up the dead or something?

It's you again! Get out of here!

He started.

- The lid, quick! - Put the lid on!

Oh, dear. I'm going off. Water!

Noah, go 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 voice, Oliver? - Yes, I do!

Ain't you afraid of it? Ain't you a-trembling when I speak?

No, I'm not!

He's gone mad or he wouldn't dare to speak to you like that.

- It's not madness, it's meat! - Meat?

Meat, ma'am, meat. You've overfed the boy.

You've raised an artificial spirit in

him unbecoming to his station in life.

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

I'll be glad to give you the recipe.

Well, having a rest, Mr. Bumble?

- He's sitting on Oliver. - 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.

- What's your explanation, you scalawag? - He called my mother names!

What if he did, you ungrateful wretch? She deserved what he said and worse.

- She didn't. It's a lie!

- Hold your tongue!

Put him in the cellar. That'll teach him.

Yes?

It's really quite comfortable.

Stay there until we decide what's to be done with you.

- 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

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

Where

Is love

Please help me. Please.

What you starin' at?

Haven't you never seen a toff?

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

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? - The what?

Don't say you don't know what the beak is, flash mate.

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

My eyes! How green can you get?

For your information, a beak's 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.

Oh! You have, have you?

Got any lodgings? Money?

Not a farthing. Do you live in London?

Watch it!

I suppose you want someplace to sleep tonight, eh?

Do you know of anywhere?

As it so happens, I know a respectable old gentleman.

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

And will never ask for change if any other gentleman he knows introduces you.

And don't he know me?

He must be a very kind old gentleman.

Oh, yes, he's very kind.

And I'm a particular favorite of his.

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

My name is Oliver. Oliver Twist.

Mine's Jack Dawkins...

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

Pleased to meet you. You 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

There isn't a lot to spare

Who cares Whatever we've 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've got we share

Nobody tries to be lah-di-dah and uppity

There's a cup of 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

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

Lift! Drop!

Hop! Not too slow, boys.

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

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

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've got we share

Nobody tries to be lah-di-dah and uppity

There's a cup of 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

One of us

It's Dodger! Coming up!

Dodger.

Oliver!

Up you go!

- Oh, not again! - Get out!

Hey, Fagin, I've brought a 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? - Of course we are.

Give me back my things! Leave it!

Leave him alone!

Dodger, take off the sausages!

Charlie, lay a place at the table for Mr. Twist.

The Dodger tells me you have come to London...

to seek your fortune.

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!

Shut up and drink your gin!

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

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

- Is this a laundry then, sir? - 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!

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 can 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!

All of them!

Come here!

Good boy. What a crook.

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

What have you got, Dodger?

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've you got, Charlie? - Couple of wipes.

They're very good ones. Very.

But you haven't...

embroidered them too well, have you?

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

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

Yeah, the trademark.

But in the meantime, you must learn how to make wallets.

Like the Dodger. Would you like that?

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! 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?

I see the edge.

Can you? 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.

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!

Put up 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.

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. Did he come yet?

Nancy's inside waiting for him.

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!

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

You done well, Bill.

All one job?

Such a professional.

Now, 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

It's a fine, fine life

Who cares if straight 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 weathers

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 or eating crumpets

It's a fine life

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

Bullseye, come here, will you?

Bullseye, 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 going to look after me in my old age?

Would you, birdie?

Will you?

Why are you watching me? Why are you awake?

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

I'm sorry, sir.

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

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

Well...

if you're sure...

so I'm sure.

'Course I knew all along, my dear.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

Brave boy, Oliver.

Did you...

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

Yes, sir.

They're mine, Oliver.

My little treasure.

All I've got to live on in my 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, five pounds.

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

- Nancy! - I'm coming!

Your breakfast is ready.

Oh, for God's sake.

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.

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?

Eat, eat, eat! Appetites.

Finish your breakfast. It's time to get to work.

Hurry up! You'll miss the morning train.

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

Who wants some bull's-eyes?

Wait a minute. One at a time.

- Oh, go on/ Go and share them. - The ladies!

- They must meet our new boy. - Well!

What have we got here?

Ladies, I forgot.

You must meet our new lodger, Mr. Oliver Twist, Esquire.

Nancy and Bet.

Charmed.

oh, yes, we're all ladies and gentlemen around here.

We're all quality.

Don't take any notice of them 'cause you've got manners and they ain't.

What do you mean I ain't got no manners? I'm a regular gent.

Permit me to assist you across the road.

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

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

After you, your grace.

oh, 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's 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

I'd do anything for you, dear

Anything

Yes, I'd do anything

- Anything - Anything for you

- Would you rob a shop - Anything

- Would you 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

Get to work then! No argument. There's fine pickings. Get out, earn your keep.

- You promised we could 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.

Hand over. Start counting.

Rush me! You and your Bill will 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.

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 will live on air till I find a customer!

Heartless! That's what I am. Come on, Bet.

- Ta-ta, kids. - Bye, Nancy.

- Ta-ta, kids. - Bye, Nancy.

Fagin, young Oliver wants to come on the game with Charlie and me.

Six and four is ten.

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

Can I, please? I'd like to.

Would you, my dear?

Why not? You've got to start somewhere...

and you couldn't do it in better company.

- Look after him, Dodger. - Hats on, boys.

- Time we were off. - I can go, sir?

Good luck on your first job!

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.

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 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'll miss you

I love you that's why I say cheerio, not good-bye.

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 them 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 nosey 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'll miss you

I love you, that's why I say cheerio, not good-bye

Don't be gone long, but 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

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

I loves you, that's why I say cheerio, not good-bye

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! Go on, get out!

I don't want you around here. Get away!

Come here.

Give that back, you hear?

Give that back. Come along. Come along!

Stop that boy! Thief!

My wallet! Stop that boy!

Hold that boy! Stop!

Stop! Thief!

- Leave him to us! - Stole the gent's wallet.

We'll catch him!

He went that way!

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

Come here!

Come here, you!

Here!

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 bring him back with you? - How could I help it?

A fine thing! Oliver in the lockup. In the morning he's 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. 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 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 come and tell us quick. 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 thorough-paced old reprobate to me.

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

He's not charged at all, Your Worship. This gentleman 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.

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

What's your name?

Hmm. And does your father know you're here?

He's an orphan.

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.

A liar as well as a thief?

And insolent into the bargain. That settles it.

The boy is committed to three months with hard labor.

This is disgraceful!

- I demand to be heard. You've not yet... - Sir!

- I was there.

- 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. The case was dismissed.

What a great judge.

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

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 him! - Let the kid go!

- He can still blab. - 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

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

Ripe strawberries, ripe

Any milk today, mistress

Will you buy my sweet red roses

Ripe strawberries, ripe

Any milk today, mistress

Any knives to grind

Who will buy

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

Ballads, white turnips, oranges

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 do to 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

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 are we to be alive to see

The dawning of a day so fair

Bye-bye, lullaby

Bye-bye, lullaby

Who will buy this wonderful feeling

I'm so high I swear I could fly

What a sky, a heavenly ceiling Inviting you to come and buy

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, 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.

Three days since I spotted him.

And what have you done about it?

Nothing!

We've got to get hold of him somehow.

Now, who's coming?

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

You've caused enough trouble already.

It's got to be done quiet, no fuss.

Someone who has the boy's confidence.

Nancy, my dear, what do you say?

It's no good trying it with me.

And just exactly what do you mean by that remark?

What I say! I'm not going!

Can't you leave the boy alone? He won't do you harm.

Why can't you leave him 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. The drop.

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

- Wait, there's some to go back. - The boy's gone. Can I take them?

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...

you will take those books to Mr. Jessop and tell him...

you have come to pay the four pounds ten that I owe him.

This is a five pound note, so there'll be ten shillings change.

You under...

Understand?

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

Yes.

I'll take the books for you.

A new suit of clothes, valuable books and a five pound note in his pocket.

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

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

Look at that portrait. Do you see a likeness to the lad?

- 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. A 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.

Bullseye, come here.

Bullseye! Bullseye, come here.

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

He's got boots, too. Quite the little gent.

Lovely bit of stuff.

Delighted to see you looking so well, my dear.

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

Look at this!

I'll bank it for you.

What's that?

That's mine.

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.

Just don't you tempt me. You keep out of this.

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

- Hit me? - I won't stand by and see it done.

Let him be or I'll put my mark on you and I don't care for no consequences.

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 befriend.

Yes, I am! God help me!

And I wish I'd been struck dead before I'd lent 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!

- What if you have? Ain't it your living? - He's right. A living is a living.

Some living! Lord help me!

Some living!

Get to bed.

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...

has 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.

You've 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 its neck?

Can't say I've had the pl...

They squawks, Fagin.

They squawks. Not a very pretty sound.

No, Bill.

And then they die, 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.

'Cause 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, no one is safe.

Look after him, Dodger.

And I'll look after myself.

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 tribulations

Better settle down and get myself a wife

And a wife would cook and sew for me and come for me and go for me

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

The money she would take from me A misery she'd make from 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 Claridges

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 humiliation

For a robber to perform an honest job

So a job I'm getting possibly I wonder who my boss will be

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

I'll start at eight 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

Must come a time,

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 one and bad one 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 Hey

The instant I received your communication regarding dear Oliver...

I decided we must take the first coach to London.

- I decided. - That's right. My dear wife...

It was good of you to come. What have you got to tell me?

This locket 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. The mother was unmarried.

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

Your behavior 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.

If you think the locket don't properly belong to wife...

- Be quiet, you old fool! - Your reward. Take it.

Think yourself lucky you're not in the hands of the law. Show these people out.

There's gratitude for you.

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

My hope, sir, is that it will.

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

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

The worst I wish the law is that his eye may be opened by experience.

By experience, sir!

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

I recognized it at once.

I gave it to my niece Emily on her th 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...

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?

'Cause 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.

You can't do this to him. Please! You can't! I won't let...

We'll have no more of that.

You just be at the tavern at

:

.

Bullseye!

I've come about Oliver. Would you tell Brownlow...

- Come inside. Mr. Brownlow! - Don't call him. I'll leave a message.

- He'll want to see you. - Please, I can't stay.

What is it?

- It's about the boy. - Is there news of him?

He's in danger. He was dragged off the day you sent him out with the books.

- Who took him? - Me and someone else.

- You took him by force? - Yes!

I wish I'd never been part of it.

Where is he now? Who is this other person you speak of?

Can you take me to him? You want to help the boy, don't you?

- Then at least tell me where he is! - I can't!

But I'll bring him to you. Not here. It's too far.

Where then?

The 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? Ill-treated?

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 : .

Now, you remember, you little worm, the front door/

There.

Hurry!

Look above you.

Who is it? Who's there?

Rufus, Dragon, come down.

Seize him!

Seize him! Good dogs.

Why worry, my dear? He always turns up.

Maybe he has 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 put the boy to bed. I'll be back.

Wait!

Put him back.

Bullseye?

Bullseye, watch him.

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

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've 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 a 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 the fella 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

There's a little ditty they're singing in the city

Especially when they've been on the gin or the beer

If you've got the patience your own imaginations

Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear

Careful, Bill, please. No violence!

There he is. See him?

Go on, quick.

Go on!

Stop! Stop!

Get off me, you wench!

Get off me!

Bullseye!

Bullseye! Come here, boy.

Bullseye, come here!

You come here, Bullseye.

Come here, Bullseye. They've seen you...

so you can't come with me no further.

'Cause if you do, they'll know you.

Come. You ain't afraid of me, are you, Bullseye?

You come here.

Come here, Bullseye!

Did you see anyone about, sir?

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

Here! That dog was here just now.

I think I know. Bullseye?

That's Bullseye, Bill Sikes's dog. They're always around together.

If anyone can find Sikes for you, he can.

- Bullseye? Come on, fella. - Come on, boy.

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

What's wrong?

Did you hear what I said? I want brass! Money!

There's blood on your coat.

Where's Nancy?

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? You sure?

She must have done, mustn't she?

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

He was there waiting for her.

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

I want money!

How much?

Ten? Twenty? Not all of it!

If anyone should come here asking for me...

They won't find me here. You don't think I'll stand and wait for them, do you?

It's him.

Bullseye.

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

Nancy, I loved you, didn't I?

Look what you've done to me!

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!

out the back way. Come on!

Look! Up there!

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

And the boy!

I'm waiting for you, Sikes.

Get back! Get back!

Get back!

The other street.

Quickly!

After you, Fagin.

After you, Dodger.

- Don't bother with that. Get out. - Fagin, what do I do?

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

There he is.

Get up!

Now then, you loop the rope...

over the end of the beam there.

That's right.

That's right.

That's good.

Stop him! Stop him!

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 a 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


				
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