Oliver Twist (2007) s01e04 Episode Script

Keep in line, ungrateful brats.
He arrives tonight.
Then we must prepare ourselves.
I'll do the talking.
What shall I do? You, Bumble, you shall be my valiant protector.
And by this evening, Sir, we will be rich.
Where d'you think you're going, eh? I was going to see how Oliver is.
He can wait.
No, Bill, I told him I'd be there when he woke up.
What is it with you and that boy? I just like him, that's all.
Maybe I should've got shot.
Then you'd be looking after me.
I looked after you plenty, Bill Sikes.
You get enough looking after from me.
Go on then.
What? Bill? Do you love me? Do ya? You think you can catch me out cause I'm half-kip? Do ya, though? Don't start this now, yeah? Go on, I'll see ya later.
Don't stay out all hours like last night.
You're going, Edward? Simply personal business, Grandfather, should not take too long.
It's selfish of me, in pursuing my search, you were forced to neglect your own affairs.
I should do more.
What if Agnes were to hear that you were looking for her? Time has passed, she may have forgotten all that I said.
And if she hasn't? The risk of her running away again is simply too high.
I am happy to be your ambassador in this.
And I know you like to keep close to Rose.
Edward, what Rose said last night about Agnes being dead Rose was upset and I'm sure that she regrets those words today.
Safe journey.
All right, Nance? Nance Come on, Dodge.
You're early, my dear.
Nolly had a good night, looking much brighter.
- Would you like a bite to eat? - No.
Sorry, don't mean to hurt ya, darlin'.
S'all right.
Tell you what, take your mind off it, why don't you tell me about that house you were staying in.
What was they called again? Rose, Mr Brownlow and Mrs Bedwin.
She looks after them.
The food's lovely.
And their house, - what did the house look like? - There were books.
And a piano.
And the kitchen was really warm.
I mean the outside, darlin'.
In your head, make like you and me was walking right up to it.
Alright? Ready to go in.
Does the front door have a colour? Blue.
Like a dark blue.
And the knocker's in the shape of a lion.
A lion? Well, how d'you like that? Right, that's it.
All done for now.
I got to run a little errand, but I'll be back soon.
Leaving already, my dear? Things to do.
I'll take good care of him when you've gone.
All right.
Very nice.
Decent.
Misfortune befell his other suit, but we bought new clothes for the boy.
Oh, yes.
We are poor, but honourable.
They will be so very grateful for his return, my dear.
Soon, Ezekiel, soon.
Deliverance from all this.
It is so close.
Uncle, I said terrible things to you, things I truly regret.
I'm sorry.
You've no need to apologise to me.
Let's not talk of it again, it's a new day.
Uncle, I would like your permission - to continue looking for Oliver.
- Rose! - We could ask someone for help.
- The boy is gone! - Why persist in this? - I have to try.
Please? I will discuss it with Edward when he returns.
We will ask his advice.
My grandson is very fond of you, Rose.
Yes, Uncle, he spoke to me.
- He mentioned marriage, but - Did he?! Oh, Rose.
You would never want for anything, ever again.
Sir? This just came through the door for you and Miss Rose.
'Dear Mr Brownlow and Miss Rose.
' Did you have a good journey, Sir? - Shut up, you fool.
- Yes, Sir.
You have the items? I do.
Show them to me.
Oliver, wake up.
Wake up I've got something for you.
Listen to me.
I want you to take this.
Hide it.
Keep it with ya, don't tell no-one you've got it.
Anyone comes to ya in the night, anyone who ain't me, you stick 'em.
Hear me? You stick 'em.
Why? I don't I need you to keep shtoom.
Make like you're sleeping, but anyone comes on ya, you stick 'em and you keep on sticking 'em.
Nancy.
Sleep, please.
For me.
I'm going to get you out of here.
I'm going to get you back to where there's books and sunshine coming through the windows.
Sleeping, is he, my dear? He is.
Nance? Is everything all right? No problems with Bill? Not everything in this life is about Bill Sikes.
I don't live in his pocket.
Nor no-one else's, neither.
She's changed.
She has.
Won't meet our eyes.
Won't stop and talk.
What does that mean? 'She don't live in Bill's pocket'? Maybe she has a new fancy man.
Well, women is fickle, Fagey.
She's the only one who could keep the leash on Bill.
Be the worse for all of us if she does leave him.
Sikes running mad could ruin it all.
Go after.
Light-footed and secret, my Dodge.
- Rose, go back to the carriage.
- I will not, Sir.
And please, do not say it again because I am staying.
No-one.
This is a trick.
- Who's there? - You're scaring her.
Hello.
Are you Miss Rose? I am.
And your name? I'm Nancy.
Give them to me.
How much? Pass it to Mr Bumble.
Thank you, Sir, very generous, Sir.
A half sovereign, Madam.
Not enough.
The items are worthless.
They are of sentimental value only, shame on you madam, for charging a fee to restore a family's property.
Worthless? Why, Mr Monks, I would not call this letter worthless.
A young lady, ward to a rich elderly gentleman falls in love with his son, a man who already has a child of his own and find that she's carrying that gentleman's child out of wedlock.
It's like something you might see on the London stage, Sir.
Very gripping, it was.
And ever so sad, so much tragic death.
There's poor young Agnes Leeford and the father of this baby, also sadly deceased Would he be your own father, Mr Monks? Or should I call you by your real name, Edward Brownlow? Very scandalous.
Seems the rich are as unable to control themselves as the poor.
Very dirty story.
But sift through the dirt and you find gold.
Is that what's at the bottom of all this, Sir? Money? What a squalid mind you have, Madam.
Squalid it may be, but I'm never too far off the mark.
I see so much of human life you see, Sir, and you look to me like a man with expectations.
And this young Oliver Twist, if he were to be found, would he be sharing those expectations with you? Oh, to have your inheritance halved by a workhouse bastard.
That must cut like a knife.
This letter's far from worthless, Sir.
Give it to me.
Forty guineas and it's yours.
No.
Very good, Sir, let's haggle .
Some friendly .
Forty guineas.
I could always send it to the person it was meant for.
My windpipe! - Give me the letter.
- Forty guineas.
Madam! Give him the letter! I'm choking! Forty guineas.
Give me the letter, or I will tear his face off and you can feed it to your starving orphans.
Forty guineas.
He never run away from ya, we trapped him, we took him back.
Why haven't you brought Oliver back to us? You don't know nothing, do ya? There's no bargain to be made here.
I will offer a small reward, that's all.
I'm risking everything - and you think I want a few coins? - Of course not! - We just want to know that Oliver's safe.
- He ain't.
You have to help him.
There are those who want him dead.
Dead? - The boy has nothing.
- There's a man called Fagin, he's to arrange it for a man called Monks.
Monks? He's the one that wants Oliver dead.
He's a gentleman, like yourself.
He dresses nicely, speaks proper.
He's got a red mark going all up his neck and face there.
Uncle.
No! No, it can't be.
Don't tell me what it can and can't be! I tell ya, I heard 'em! Monks wants Oliver dead.
- You're lying.
- Why would I lie? I will take the letter and both your lives, and it will mean nothing to me, I will leave you in a pool of your own blood and deny I was ever here.
As a gentleman, what reason would I have to visit a workhouse? So rather than argue the value of a letter, value instead what your lives are worth.
For in this very minute, they hang in the balance.
Give me the letter.
That is a clever girl.
No, not the parish register, Sir.
How will we know who's been born and who's died? He's gone to some place called Mudfog, he said, for evidence and when he comes back, it's to happen.
There's a workhouse at Mudfog.
It was on the list that you gave Edward.
Edward is nothing to do with this! What you talking about some Edward for? Monks is the name.
You're not listening to me! - We are.
- He's coming back tomorrow.
Fagin's to have the job done or this man Monks will do it himself.
I'd bring him to you, but I can't, you have to go and get him.
Just tell us what to do.
I'll tell you how to find Fagin's place, but you have to promise me something.
If I can.
That you go the earliest light of dawn, because There's someone I have to keep out of it and I know he'll be with me by then.
I promise.
This is a hoax.
- Rose.
- He don't believe me, - he ain't going to help Oliver.
- He will.
I'll talk to him.
How do we find this Fagin's house? St Giles, Cripplegate, there's a tanner.
Up the stairs.
There's door with three locks.
You'll find Oliver inside.
- I've gotta go now.
- If you should need a friend - Don't go against your word.
- We won't.
Thank you, Miss Nancy.
That's what Oliver called me.
He called me 'Miss'.
I won't see him again, now.
You remember me well to him, will ya? Always.
Always, I promise you.
I said, now, Rose! Well, it's not forty guineas, but it's enough for a wedding dress.
I think the money would be better spent on a doctor for my injuries, which are extensive! I am having doubts as to whether we will have need of a wedding dress at all! Doubts? You were not wifely, Madam! I was choked, my nostrils near torn asunder and all you cared for was forty guineas! Oh, Bumble, how can you say such things to your beloved, of course I was worried near to death for you.
You did a very fine job of convincing me otherwise! He hypnotised me, Sir! He had the eyes of a snake! I couldn't look nowhere else, I swear he's the very devil and I was terrified, all I could think of was being back in your arms.
My heart was hammering, Sir Can you feel it, pounding away? Like a trapped bird, it is Go on, feel It is pounding, isn't it? Yes, Madam.
Oh, I'm so weak and silly, Sir.
I am still your little bunny, aren't I? Yes, Madam.
And I can still have the best wedding dress, can't I? My little bunny must have whatever she wants.
Bill? How you can believe a woman like that? - A woman like what? - Isn't it obvious? A woman of the streets, a prostitute.
Or just poor.
A poor woman who didn't ask for any reward.
And I do believe her.
My grandson, whom I love and trust, is not capable of assuming a false name, of imagining vile deeds.
The Edward you know is not the one I know.
Lies.
All of it, lies.
Why would a wealthy man want a child dead? Because Oliver is Agnes' child! That's what Edward has discovered.
Oliver is Agnes' child.
He must be.
He has to be.
Why else would it matter so much? Uncle, you love and trust Edward, but I do not.
He's threatened to cast me out if I don't agree to be his wife.
He wouldn't.
- You must have misunderstood.
- You have to go to this place.
You have to do everything Nancy said and if she is lying, which she isn't, but if she is, then Oliver won't be there, there won't be a man called Fagin, no-one will have heard of a Mr Monks and Edward is innocent.
If that is the case, if Nancy is lying, then I will never speak of Oliver again.
And even though he is repugnant to me, I will marry Edward.
Fagey, it's worse than you reckon! - Ain't no new fancy man.
- Dodge! Nancy's peached! The peelers will be on us! - Dodger, you must be wrong.
- I ain't got it wrong! She's peached, I tell ya! Given names! Blown on us.
None too savage, Bill.
I'm sure it can be explained, this is Nancy! None too savage! There you are, was wondering where you'd got to, tom-catting around.
Bill Bill, listen to me, listen I kept you out, I kept you out.
I kept you out.
I swear.
I swear, Bill.
Listen, no, I kept you out.
Please Bill, no! Don't, don't! No! No! No! Don't! Don't! No! No! What was he doing here? He was looking for her.
You'll only get a smashing yourself, Dodge.
I don't care.
Peelers.
Peelers are coming.
We must be swift.
Ezekiel.
Get up.
You're all right.
Get up.
I warned you.
I warned you enough times what would happen if you crossed me.
And what do you go and do? You can't say I didn't warn you, cos I did! That's enough now.
Go on.
Get up.
It weren't that bad! You'll be all right.
Get up, Nance.
Nancy? I'll stick ya! You come near me and I'll stick ya so I will! Going somewhere? What? What are you looking at me like that for? You keep looking at me like that and I'll blind ya.
Keep your eyes down.
Walk.
Walk! We'll get away from London.
Move! He's not upstairs.
He's not here.
He was.
In his bed.
All tucked up.
I was keeping him safe.
Perhaps he's killed him already.
Killed him? No, I weren't never going to harm, not me! Then what's this, eh? I never seen that before in my life, I swear.
I didn't want him hurt, it was Monks wanted him dead.
Say that again.
It was Monks, with the red mark on his face! It was all him, not me.
Get him! Where is Oliver? Sikes took him.
Where to, I don't know.
If I did, I would tell you.
I want the whole city searched, every alley, every cellar, - I want this Sikes found.
- I was keeping him safe for you, I knew you wanted him back, I even have clothes for him, under my chair! I was going to bring him back, I give you my word! Your word ain't worth nothing, jew.
Is that your little pet? My Ezekiel! Get rid of it.
No No! No! No! No! Sleep tight, Nance.
Bill Sikes? Bill Sikes! Bill Sikes! He's not here.
Yeah, well, looks like he's been here.
Don't.
Let her rest.
His piece.
Look at the state of her.
Go on, up here.
- On your feet.
- I can't.
- I said, on your feet! - I can't, I can't go on, - please, let me go.
- I ain't letting you go nowhere.
- Are you going to kill me? - I might do! That depends on you, don't it? How good you do.
- That depends on what? - You're my protection, boy.
You're going to speak for me, see? - What am I supposed to say? - You'll say that it weren't me what done it.
You'll say that it couldn't've been me, not Bill Sikes, cos I weren't Cos I weren't nowhere near her.
I was out here, weren't I, with you? Near who? Near Nancy? - What's happened to her? - Nothing! It wasn't me.
That's what you'll say.
It must've been someone else Cos I would never lift a hand to her.
You understand me, boy? Never.
There's blood on your face, Mr Sikes.
Bull's-eye! Dog! Dog! No, no, no, no! You're coming with me! You're staying with me, I need you Rose! The police! Did you find him? It's Nancy.
What? No, no, no.
This way.
Back to London? Stop asking questions! Move! I hate the country.
Sing something.
- Sing what? - Some hymn.
Something outta the church.
Something to keep them away.
Sing! Abide with me Fast falls the eventide - Where is Fagey? - Gone.
Peelers took him.
And us lot is going, too.
This gaff's done for.
Come with us if you want, but know this I'm big potatoes now.
I'm leader.
You're welcome to it.
All right, me blades.
Crack on.
- Come on then, boys.
- He never had the bottle! Come on, boys, move it! The Master and Miss Rose are in the drawing room, Sir.
- Grandfather.
- You're returned quickly, Edward.
As I said, a personal matter speedily concluded.
And satisfactorily, I trust? Very.
And who are these gentleman? I hope there is nothing amiss? And how were things at Mudfog? Mud? No, I know of no such dismal-sounding place You went to Mudfog for evidence concerning the true parentage of Oliver Twist.
Do not lie to us, Edward! Where is it? Gradfather.
Did you lost your mind? This is unpardonable! - Unhand me, Sir! - I'll have that, Sir.
- Her locket! - No! Don't make this difficult for yourself, Sir.
- It is her hand.
- Hold him.
To Agnes Leeford.
deceased.
To Agnes Leeford, a baby boy father unknown, christened Oliver Twist.
The child we've been searching for.
'My dearest Guardian, 'I write to you in hope.
'My time is very close and I am penniless.
'I know you are still so very angry and disappointed in me, 'but I am at your mercy and I beg you to forgive me, 'if not for my sake, 'then for William's, the son you loved.
'We would have been married 'and I grieve his death every day, 'as I know both you and Edward do.
'I will have William's child very soon 'and even if you are not able to welcome me home, 'could you find it in your heart 'to take the child into your care? 'I feel such love already for this little boy or girl, 'so eager to enter the world 'and hope that you might forget your rage 'and love your grandchild, too.
'And perhaps for Edward, 'meeting his little half-brother or sister 'may go some way to healing the loss of his father.
'I miss you and my sweetest sister Rose so very much.
'Your devoted ward, Agnes Leeford.
' Well, Edward What have you to say? Oh, Grandfather.
They are forgeries.
Liar! Liar! Miss Rose, no! He's not worth it! Come with me, Edward.
What extraordinary behaviour.
I may have to reconsider my intentions to make Rose my wife.
You have no idea of the web of falsehoods that I've encountered.
- Agnes' locket.
- Taken from her body.
There is no limit to some people's avarice.
And those papers are clearly doctored.
That is why I tried to burn them.
I was trying to protect you from what is clearly some iniquitous plot.
And I wouldn't be surprised to learn that Rose herself is involved.
God Almighty! Not one word of truth has come from your mouth! Everything is known! You have conspired to murder a child because he stood in your way.
Because of you, a brave and honest young woman has met a savage death.
And you accuse Rose?! You have blood on your hands, Sir, have you no shame? How can I be ashamed, Sir, - when I am innocent? - And still you lie! I can barely look at you, Edward.
The evil you intended for Oliver - and this is your half-brother! - He is vermin! He is an illegitimate maggot who would eat his way through what is mine.
And at last, we have the truth.
I disown you.
You are no longer the beneficiary of my will.
You are no longer my heir.
When we find him, and we will find him, it will all go to Oliver.
You cannot do this! This is mine! - This is my house.
- You will leave now and remain in custody until a ship sails for the Indies.
You will travel to my holdings.
You will stay there and never set foot upon these shores again.
Should you attempt to return, I will have you arrested.
Grandfather, I beg you to reconsider.
Perhaps this is exactly what I needed to bring me to my senses.
Please, Grandfather, do not disown me! Pity me for my weakness! You care for no-one but yourself! Your arrogance and cruelty is repulsive.
You've hidden your true character from me very well, Edward.
It must have amused you greatly.
I had to do something to entertain myself while I was waiting for you to die.
The wait has been in vain.
Goodbye Mr Monks.
No tender farewell, Rose? We will find Oliver.
Whatever it takes, we will find him.
They feed me crusts soaked in bacon fat, Dodger.
Bacon! They laugh at me.
You just got to sit tight, ain't ya, Fagey? Grit your teeth.
Till you get out.
I need coin, my dear.
For legal representation in the court.
A lawyer.
- There must be money.
- There ain't none, Fagey.
There ain't nothing to fence.
And I'd get some, but These ain't working right, Fagey.
I've lost the knack.
Fagey.
Nancy's dead.
And they killed my bird.
Ezekiel.
My dearest dear what I raised from the nest.
- Are you sure there is no money? - We're potless.
I used the last of it bribing the screw to get into see ya.
Then the boy, young Nolly.
You must find him for me, he can vouch for me to the Beak.
He can tell how I fed him, clothed him, - gave him a bed.
- Time's up.
He can tell how I showed charity! You must find him, Dodger! - Nolly is the key! - On my life, Fagey! I won't let ya down! Fast falls the eventide The darkness deepens Lord, with me abide When other helpers fail And comforts flee Help ofthe helpless Oh, abide with me Go on! Get out of it! Get gone, I tell ya! What you looking at? I'll have yer eyes out! I'm Bill Sikes! Nobody looks at me! - I'll have the lot of ya! - Bill Sikes?! Nolly! - Nolly, wait! - Leave me alone.
You have to help! I'm sorry for all what happened! I'm sorry! We're mukkers, ain't we? Stick together! Nolly, please! I promised him! - I have to go.
- It's for Fagey! Members of the jury Do you find the defendant, Fagin the Jew, guilty or not guilty of dealing in stolen property, consorting with known felons and abduction and conspiracy to murder a Christian child? Guilty on all counts.
Prisoner at the bar, before I pass sentence, you may make a plea for clemency.
Thank you, thank you, Mr Fang.
You see, I never meant no hurt.
I would never have hurt I hoped for a reward, for keeping him safe.
I I would never have hurt.
You wish for mercy.
I do, Sir, I do, I I don't want to die, Sir.
- I don't.
- Then ask Christ.
Fall to your knees, before this assembly and take Christ as your saviour.
Renounce your faith, your God.
Pray to Christ, Fagin.
I can't do that.
Abide with me Fast falls the eventide I won't never leave you, Bill.
Ain't it I'm your girl? Billy D'you love me? I just wanted to say sorry.
Cos I didn't steal of off you.
He's here! Oliver's here! We've been looking for you, we've been so worried.
- Looking for me? - Yes, for you.
And here you are! You've come home! Oh, you've come home.
Mrs Bedwin! Oh, he's safe! Hang him! Hang him! Stop pushing me! I wanna see him die! My Dodge My dear.
Bull's-eye.
Out of my way! Goodbye, Agnes.
Goodbye, Nancy.
What are you looking at?! I'll have your eyes! Now, the marriage begins in earnest.
Indeed it does.
Days of merriment and nights of connubial bliss.
Stoke up the fire, husband.
Madam.
Madam?! It's just a bit of fun, go on, I won't do it again.
Stoke up the fire.
Bravo! Encore! Bravo! Bravo! - Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, everyone!