Voila! Finally, the Oliver!
script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the movie based on the Charles Dickens
book and the musical play. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly
transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Oliver!. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally
tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to
drop me a line. You won't
hurt my feelings. Honest.
Is it worth the waiting for
if we live till All we ever get is gruelEvery day we say a prayer
Will they change the bill of fareStill we get the same old gruelThere is not a crust
Not a crumb can we findCan we beg
can we borrow or cadgeBut there's nothing to stop us
from getting a thrillWhen we all close our eyesAnd imagineFood, glorious foodHot sausage and mustardWhile we're in the moodCold jelly and custardPeas, pudding and saveloysWhat next is the questionRich gentlemen have it, boysIndigestionFood
We're anxious to try itThree banquets a dayOur favorite dietJust picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted or stewedOh, food, wonderful food
Marvelous food, glorious foodFood, glorious foodDon't care what it looks likeBurned, underdone, crudeDon't care what the cook's likeJust thinking of growing fatOur senses are reelingOne moment of knowing thatFull up feelingFood, glorious foodWhat wouldn't we give forThat extra bit moreThat's all that we live forWhy should we be fated to do
nothing but brood on foodMagical food
Wonderful foodMarvelous food
Heavenly foodBeautiful foodGloriousFoodFor what you're about to receiveMay the Lord
make you truly thankfulAmen
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 taskMay I be so curiousAs to ask his nameOliver
Oliver Twist, Mr. Bumble.
You named him so yourself.
So that's who he is.
Oliver, Oliver
Never before has a boy wanted moreOliver, OliverWon't ask for more
when he knows what's in storeThere's a dark, thin, winding stairway
without any bannisterWhich we'll throw him downAnd feed him cockroaches
served in a canisterOliver, Oliver, what will he do
when he's turned black and blueHe will rue the day
somebody named him OliverOliver, Oliver
Never before has a boy wanted moreOliver, Oliver, won't ask for more
when he knows what's in storeThere's a long, thin, winding stairway
without any bannisterWhich we'll throw him downAnd feed him cockroaches
served in a canisterOliver, OliverWhat, heavens pray
will the governors sayThey will lay the blame
on the oneWho named himOliver
- Get out!
- Out!
One boyBoy for saleHe's going cheap
How much?
Only seven guineas
How much?
That or thereaboutFine boyBoy for saleHe's yours to keepFor one thousand penniesYou can work it outThat's four pounds, three and four
slightly under four guineas- Knocked down from seven guineas
- Three pounds, ten shillings.Three pounds what, sirCertainly not, sirAny advance
on three pounds, ten thenGoingGoingGoneI could not sayHe isn't very greedyI dare not
I'd be telling youA taleOne boyBoy for saleCome take a peekHave you ever seen as niceA boyFor 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 loveDoes it fall
from skies aboveIs it underneathThe willow treeThat I've been dreaming ofWhere is sheWho I close my eyes to seeWill I ever knowThe sweet helloThat's meant for only meWho can say where she may hideMust I travel far and wideTill I am besideThe someone whoI can meanSomething toWhereWhereIs loveEvery night IKneel and prayLet tomorrowBe the dayWhen I see the faceOf someone whoI can meanSomething toWhereWhereIs 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 homeConsider yourself one of the familyI've taken to you so strongIt's clear we're going to get alongConsider yourself well inConsider yourself
part of the furnitureThere isn't a lot to spareWho cares
Whatever we've got we shareIf it should chance to be
we should see some harder daysEmpty larder days
Why grouseAlways a chance we'll meet
somebody to foot the billThen the drinks
are on the houseConsider yourself our mateWe don't want to have no fussFor after some consideration
we can stateConsider yourself one of us- Consider yourself
- At home- Consider yourself
- One of the family- We've taken to you
- So strongIt's clear we're going to get along- Consider yourself
- Well inConsider yourself
part of the furnitureThere isn't a lot to spareWho cares
Whatever we've got we shareNobody tries to be lah-di-dah
and uppityThere's a cup of tea for allOnly it's wise to be handy
with a rolling pinWhen the landlord comes to callConsider yourself our mateWe don't want to have no fussFor after some consideration
we can stateConsider yourself one of usConsider yourself at homeConsider yourself one of the familyWe've taken to you so strongIt'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 daysEmpty larder days
Why grouseAlways a chance we'll meet somebody
to foot the billThen the drinks
are on the houseConsider yourself at homeConsider yourself one of the familyWe've taken to you so strongIt's clear we're going to get alongConsider yourself well inConsider yourself
part of the furnitureThere isn't a lot to spareWho cares
Whatever we've got we shareNobody tries to be lah-di-dah
and uppityThere's a cup of tea for allOnly it's wise to be handy
with a rolling pinWhen the landlord comes to callConsider yourself our mateWe don't want to have no fussFor after some consideration
we can stateConsider yourselfConsider yourselfOne 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 countsIn the bank, large amountsI'm afraid these
don't grow on treesYou've got to pick a pocket or twoYou've got to pick a pocket
or two, boysYou've got to pick a pocket or twoLarge 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 taxBetter get some untaxed income
Better pick a pocket or twoYou've got to pick a pocket
or two, boysYou've got to pick a pocket or twoWhy should we all break our backsBetter pick a pocket or twoRobin Hood, what a crookGave away what he tookCharity's fine
Subscribe to mineGet out and pick a pocket or twoYou've got to pick a pocket
or two, boysRobin Hood was far too goodGet out and pick a pocket or twoTake a tip from Bill SikesHe can whip what he likesI recall he started smallHe had to pick a pocket or twoYou've got to pick a pocket
or two, boysYou've got to pick a pocket or twoWe can be like old Bill Sikes
if we pick a pocket or twoDear old gent passing bySomething nice takes his eyeEverything's clear
Attack the rearGet in and pick a pocket or twoYou've got to pick a pocket
or two, boysYou've got to pick a pocket or twoHave no fear
Attack the rearGet in and pick a pocket or twoWhen I see someone rich
both my thumbs start to itchOnly to find some peace of mind
I have to pick a pocket or twoYou've got to pick a pocket
or two, boysYou've got to pick a pocket or twoJust to find some peace of mindWe 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 twoBoysYou'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 twoBoysYou've got to pick a pocketOr 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 pleasuresWho would deny us theseGin toddies
Large measuresNo skimping if you pleaseI rough it
I love itLife is a game of chanceI never tire of itLeading a merry danceIf you don't mind
having to go without thingsIt's a fine lifeThough it ain't
all jolly old pleasure outingsIt's a fine lifeWhen you've got someone to love
you forget your care and strifeLet the prudes look down on us
Let the wide world frown on usIt's a fine, fine lifeIt's a fine, fine lifeWho cares if straight lacesSneer at us in the streetFine airs and fine gracesDon't have to sin to eatWe wander through LondonWho knows what we may findThere's pockets left undoneOn many a behindIf you don't mind taking it
like it turns outIt's a fine lifeKeep the candle burning
until it burns outIt's a fine lifeThough you sometimes do come byThe occasional black eyeYou can always cover one
till he blacks the other oneBut you don't dare cryNo flounces, no feathersNo frills and furbelowsAll winds and all weathersAin't good for fancy clothes- These trappings
- These tattersThese we can just affordWhat futureWhat mattersWe've got our bed and boardIf you don't mind having
to deal with FaginIt's a fine lifeThough diseased rats threaten
to bring the plague inIt's a fine lifeAnd the grass is green and denseOn the right side of the fenceSo we take good care of it
that we get our share of itAnd we don't mean penceIf you don't mind
having to like or lump it- It's a fine life
- It's a fineThough there's no tea sipping
or eating crumpetsIt's a fine lifeIt's a fine lifeNot for me the happy homeHappy husband, happy wifeThough it sometimes touches meFor the likes of such as meMine's a fineFineLife
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
AnythingFor you mean everything to meI know thatI'd go anywhere for your smile,
AnywhereFor 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, fisticuffsI'd risk everything for one kiss
Everything- Yes, I'd do anything
- AnythingAnything for youI'd do anything for you, dearAnythingFor you mean everything to meI know thatI'd go anywhere for your smile
AnywhereFor 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 againI'd risk everything for one kissEverything
Yes, I'd do anything- Anything
- Anything for youI'd go anywhere for your smile
AnywhereFor your smile everywhere I'd seeI know thatI'd do anything for you, dear
AnythingFor you mean everything to me- To me
- To meI'd do anything for you, dearAnythingYes, 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 everythingWe'd risk life and limbTo keep you in the swim- Yes, we'd do anything
- AnythingAnythingFor youGet 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 soonYou can go but while you're workingThis place I'm pacing 'round
until you're home safe and soundFare thee well, but be back soon
Who can tell where danger's lurkingDo not forget this tune
Be back soonHow could we forget, how could we let
our dear old Fagin worryWe love him
so we'll come back homeIn such a great big hurryIt's him that pays the piper
It's us that calls the tuneSo long, fare thee well, pip pip
cheerio, we'll be back soonCheerio but be back soonI don't know, somehow I'll miss youI 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 youRemember our old tuneBe back soonYou can go but be back soon
You can go but bring back plentyOf wallets full of cash
Don't want to see any trashWhip them quick and be back soon
Only thick ones now, not emptyGet rich this afternoon
Be back soonOur pockets hold a watch of gold
that chimes upon the hourA wallet fat, an old man's hatThe jewels from the towerWe know the nosey policemen
but they don't know this tuneSo long, fare thee well, pip pip
cheerio, we'll be back soonCheerio, but be back soonI don't know, somehow I'll miss youI love you, that's why
I say cheerio, not good-byeDon't be gone long, but be back soon
Give me one long last look, bless youRemember our old tune
Be back soonAnd when we're in the distance
you'll hear this whispered tuneSo long, fare thee well, pip pip
cheerio, we'll be back soonCheerio, but be back soon
I don't know, somehow I'll miss youI loves you, that's why
I say cheerio, not good-byeAnd when we're in the distance
you'll hear this whispered tuneSo long, fare thee well, pip pip
cheerioWe'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 rosesTwo blooms for a pennyWho will buy my sweet red rosesTwo blooms for a pennyWill you buy any milk todayMistressAny milk today, mistressWill you buy my sweet red rosesAny milk today, mistressTwo blooms for a pennyRipe strawberries, ripeRipe strawberries, ripeAny milk today, mistressWill you buy my sweet red rosesRipe strawberries, ripeAny milk today, mistressAny knives to grindWho will buyWho will buyWho will buyThis wonderful morningSuch a sky you never did seeWho will buy my sweet red rosesWho will tie it up with a ribbonAnd put it in a box for meRipe strawberries, ripeSo I could see it at my leisureWhenever things go wrongAnd I would keep it as a treasureTo last my whole life longAny milk todayWho will buy this wonderful feelingI'm so highI swear I could fly- Knives to grind
- Ripe strawberries, ripeMe, oh my, I don't want to lose itSo what am I to do
to keep the sky so blueThere must be someoneWho will buyToy windmills, onions,
knives to grindBallads, white turnips, orangesWho will buyWho will buy this wonderful morningSuch a sky you never did seeWho will tie it up with a ribbonAnd put it in a box for meThere'll never be a day so sunnyIt could not happen twiceWhere is the man with all the moneyIt's cheap at half the priceWho will buy this wonderful feelingI'm so high I swear I could flyMe, oh my, I don't want to lose itSo what am I do to
to keep the sky so blueThere must be someone who will buyThere'll never be a day so sunnyI know it could not happen twiceWhere is the man with all the moneyIt's cheap at half the priceAt half the priceWho will buy this wonderful morningMakes you feel you're walking on airEvery tree and flower is singingHow fortunate are we
to be alive to seeThe dawning of a day so fairBye-bye, lullabyBye-bye, lullabyWho will buy this wonderful feelingI'm so high I swear I could flyWhat a sky, a heavenly ceiling
Inviting you to come and buyThere'll never be a day so sunnyIt could not happen twiceWhere is the man with all the moneyIt's cheap at half the priceWho will buy this wonderful morningSuch a sky you never did seeWho will tie it up with a ribbonAnd put it in a box for meThere'll never be a day so sunnyIt could not happen twiceWhere is the man with all the moneyIt's cheap at half the priceWho will buy this wonderful feelingI'm so high I swear I could flyMe, oh my, I don't want to lose itSo what am I to do
to keep the sky so blueThere must be someone who will buyBuy, 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 longAs he needs meOh yesHe does need meIn spite of what you seeI'm sureThat he needs meWho else would love him stillWhen they've been used so illHe knowsI always willAs long as heNeeds meI miss him so muchWhen he is goneBut when he's near meI don't let onThe wayI feel insideThe love I have to hideThe hellI've got my prideAs long as he needs meHe doesn't say the things he shouldHe acts the way he thinks he shouldBut all the sameI'll play this gameHis wayAs longAs he needs meI know where I must beI'll cling on steadfastlyAs long as he needs meAs long as life is longI'll love himRight or wrongAnd somehow I'll be strongAs long as heNeeds meIf you are lonelyThen you will knowWhen someone needs youYou'll love them soI won'tBetray his trustThough people say I mustI've got to stay true justAs long as heNeeds 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 seeWho will tie it up with a ribbonAnd 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 heJoking apart, hasn't heAnd though I'd be the first one to say
that I wasn't a saintI'm finding it hard to beReally as black as they paintI'm reviewingThe situationCan a fellow be a villain
all his lifeAll the trials and tribulationsBetter settle down
and get myself a wifeAnd a wife would cook and sew for me
and come for me and go for meAnd go for me and nag at me
The fingers she would wag at meThe money she would take from me
A misery she'd make from meI think I'd better think
it out againA wife you can keep anywayI'd rather sleep anywayLeft without anyone in the world
and I'm starting from nowSo how to win friends
and to influence peopleSo howI'm reviewingThe situationI must quickly look up everyone I knowTitled people with a stationWho can help me make
a real impressive showI will own a suite at Claridges
and run a fleet of carriagesAnd wave at all the duchesses
with friendlinessAs much as is befitting
of my new estateGood morrow to you, MagistrateI think I'd better think it out againSo where shall I goSomebodyWho do I knowNobodyAll my dearest companions
have always been villains and thievesSo at my time of life
I should start turning over new leavesI'm reviewingThe situationIf you want to eat
you've got to earn a bobIs it such humiliationFor a robber to perform an honest jobSo a job I'm getting possibly
I wonder who my boss will beI wonder if he'll take to me
What bonuses he'll make to meI'll start at eight and finish late
At normal rate and all but waitI think I'd better think it outI think I'd better think it out againWhat happens when I'm Must come a time, When you're old and it's coldAnd who cares if you liveOr you dieYour one consolation'sThe money you may have put byI'm reviewingThe situationI'm a bad one and bad one I shall stayYou'll be seeing no transformationBut it's wrong to be a rogue
in every wayI don't want nobody hurt for me
Or made to do the dirt for meThis rotten life is not for me
It's getting far too hot for meThere is no in between for me
But who will change the scene for meDon't want no one to rob for meBut who will find a job for meI 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 goesOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
Everyone knowsThey all suppose
what they want to supposeWhen they hear
Oom-pah-pahWhen they hear
Oom-pah-pahOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pahThere's a little ditty
they're singing in the cityEspecially when they've been
on the gin or the beerIf you've got the patience
your own imaginationsWill tell you just exactly
what you want to hearOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
That's how it goesOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
Everyone knowsThey all suppose
what they want to supposeWhen they hear
Oom-pah-pahMr. Percy Snodgrass
would often have the odd glassBut never when he thought
anybody could seeSecretly he'd buy it
and drink it on the quietAnd dream he was an earl
with a girl on each kneeOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
That's how it goesOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
Everyone knowsWhat is the cause
of his red shiny noseCould it be oom-pah-pahWhat is the cause
of his red shiny noseCould it be oom-pah-pahPretty little Sally
goes walking down the alleyDisplays her pretty ankles
for all of the menThey can see her garters
but not for free and gratisAn inch or two and then
she knows when to say whenOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
That's how it goesOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
Everyone knowsWhether it's hidden
or whether it showsIt's the same oom-pah-pahShe was from the country
but now she's up a gum treeShe let the fella feed her
then lead her alongWhat's the good of crying
She's made her bed to lie inShe's glad to bring the coin in
and join in this songOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
That's how it goesOom-pah-pah, Oom-pah-pah
Everyone knowsShe is no longer
the same blushing roseEver since oom-pah-pahThere's a little ditty
they're singing in the cityEspecially when they've been
on the gin or the beerIf you've got the patience
your own imaginationsWill 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 changeIt's possibleMaybe it's strangeBut it's possibleAll my dearest companions
and treasuresI've left them behindI'll turn a leaf overAnd who can tellWhat 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 reviewingThe situationOnce a villain
you're a villain to the endYour light fingersYour inspiration- What a team
- Am I your partnerMore a friendFor your talent is employable
so make your life en joyableA world with pockets open wide
awaits your whim to grope insideCollections undetectableWe might retire respectableTogether till our dying dayThe living proof
that crime can payI think we'll have
to think it out again