:03:01
Look at him, Fagin.
:03:02
Hold me, somebody.
:03:04
Hold me, somebody,
while I laugh it out.
:03:07
Look at his togs, Fagin.
:03:09
Delighted to see you
looking so well, my dear.
:03:12
Why didn't you write, my dear,
and say you was coming?
:03:15
We'd have got something warm
for supper.
:03:18
Hello, Fagin. What's that?
That's mine, Fagin.
:03:21
Oh, no, my dear. Mine, Bill, mine.
You shall have the books.
:03:23
If that ain't mine and Nancy's,
I'll take the boy back again.
:03:26
Come on, hand over, will you?
:03:28
This is hardly fair, Bill.
Hardly fair, Nancy.
:03:30
Fair or not fair,
hand over, I tell you.
:03:33
Give it here, you avaricious
old skeleton. Give it here!
:03:37
That's for our share of the trouble,
and not half enough neither.
:03:40
You may keep the books if you're fond
of reading. If you ain't, sell them.
:03:44
They're very pretty.
Beautiful writing, isn't it, Oliver?
:03:48
Send them back.
They belong to Mr. Brownlow.
:03:51
Send them back.
The books and the money.
:03:54
He'll think I stole them.
:03:55
- Please send them back.
- The boy's right.
:03:57
You're right, Oliver. You're right.
They will think you've stolen them.
:04:02
It couldn't have happened better
if we'd chosen our time.
:04:04
Help! Help! Police!
:04:06
Fetch the police! The police!
:04:09
Keep back the dog, Bill.
He'll tear the boy to pieces.
:04:12
- Serve him right.
- Help! Fetch the police!
:04:15
Fetch the police!
:04:17
Step aside, or I'll split
your head against the wall.
:04:19
I don't care.
:04:20
That child shan't be torn down
by the dog unless you kill me first.
:04:26
Bullseye. Here. Bullseye!
:04:35
Dodger!
:04:38
Get after him!
:04:43
Take your hands off me!