MAN: Fire!
(SAILOR 1 SCREAMING)
(SAILOR 2 SCREAMING)
Jack! Dawkins! I didn't help bust you out of prison, so you could stand and watch.
(GROANS IN PAIN)
Quick sticks, boy.
No, it's not sharp enough, guv!
(PANTING)
Got it.
-Help me. -YOUNG DODGER: All right, guv.
-One, two, three, four, five... -(CANNONBALL WHIZZES)
(SHIP RUMBLES)
Nine, ten...
(SAILOR 1 GROANS)
Cat gut! Need those quick fingers of yours.
-Stitch him. Pull his skin over. -YOUNG DODGER: Right.
-Mother never taught you to sew? -Never had one, sir.
(SAILOR 1 SCREAMS)
(CANNONBALL WHIZZES)
(SHIP RUMBLES)
-SAILOR 3: Over here, Captain! -Show me!
-Stay with him, Jack. -YOUNG DODGER: What do I do?
Nothing. Intestinal wound is beyond our reach.
-He'll die before we're halfway through. -So what? I don't...
Hold his hand and see him to the next life.
What?
Wally.
(GROANING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
Um...
Which way to the operating room?
There's no one in there. And women aren't allowed, ma'am.
No, no, no. No, no, no, wait.
No, give me more time.
For God's sake, man,
I cannot perform surgery without both of my hands!
It's a shame you didn't factor that before you took up cards, Jack.
You owe me what you owe me, and it's considerable.
-Take his right hand. -No!
DARIUS: Hello, Mrs. Brennan.
Is that young Nathaniel I see there?
-He is growing apace. -I give you my word.
I will have the funds soon.
What do you think, young Nathaniel? Do you think we can trust him?
-Nah. -(GASPS)
I took this hand off another welcher earlier this morning.
I have rules, see.
I'll allow you the latitude of Wednesday.
You pay me in full by then, or this.
All right if I have the hand?
-(SIGHS) -It's a way shy of being useful, innit?
If I run a wire down to the main lever and add some of these small twirly things...
It's hard to see 'im mastering the subtlety of surgery
with that thing, Timmy.
It'll be right.
I just made an arm out of a corset and a few forks.
Ah. You much of an orange eater, Dodge?
-I suppose. -Shame.
Come.
(WHISPERS) You manage to flog them rubies yet?
Now, therein lies a hiccup.
You see, I'm not yet familiar with the comings and goings of this parish
and if you hadn't set yourself up as a man of standing,
rather than what you're born to,
you might have been able to steer me in a direction of use.
This is who I am. This is all that matters to me.
Look, I'll fence them.
You have me solemn oath, it's just, this is a shrunken town,
and I've gotta make meself a familiar.
I'm relying on you.
(CROWD CLAMOURING)
CROWD: Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
DODGER: If you can't get the money by Wednesday, then I lose my hand.
FAGIN: My word is my bond.
Your word and your bond are two very different islands
with a vast ocean in between.
Hands are too tricky, Jack. Too many moving things.
Any chance you'll swap for a leg? Stumps are easy.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Perhaps, you wanna get that
while you can still relish the sensation of a doorknob between your fingertips.
-Funny. -Respectfully.
Just when you think your day's reached its full potential.
Care for an orange, my dear?
I've only learned through trial and error
that they display more sweetness with the skin off.
I've come here to train.
-Horses? -This was all I could find in a hurry.
I'm afraid today is not a very good day for me.
You see, I'm trying to resolve a personal issue.
It happens to be a very good day for me. Where do I start?
Hetty will introduce you to the other nurses
and issue you with a uniform.
No. I'm not here to train as a nurse.
But you are here to teach me the art of surgery.
DODGER: That was never the deal.
BELLE: That was precisely the deal.
In return for me not handing you over to my father, the governor,
the man with all the power and lust for hanging.
You will do what I say.
-Women cannot make surgeons. -Of course we can.
-She does have both hands. -Thank you, Hetty.
These are not my rules.
They are society's rules.
Mmm. See, you forget. Here, I am society.
Professor McGregor will never accept you.
Did you miss the part where I said I was the governor's daughter?
See, I'm as close to royalty as it comes here.
Not in this place, you're not.
Here, you start where everyone else starts.
(BELLE COUGHING)
(GROANS)
Well done.
Now, if Your Majesty would take this royal offering
and 30 more like it and place it in the pit at the rear of the hospital,
that would be excellent, thank you.
You take human excrement from sick people and dump it outside the door?
Well, you may fashion a quilt from it, should you desire.
This place is horrendous.
You noticed?
Has no one here heard of cleanliness?
Have you read the literature coming out about hygiene?
See, we're a little busy here to get much reading done.
Oh. Then you are killing your patients.
This lot would be safer living in a pig pen.
The first task of any doctor is not to panic their patients.
Now, I agree with you.
The ward is less than savoury, but that is how the Prof likes it.
The professor's a giant windy pop in an overcoat.
We do agree on something.
-I refuse to work in there. -Fine.
Thank you for the honour of your visit.
I will need mops.
And I need to address the nursing and laundry staff.
And, yes, some other clothes.
-(BRAYING) -(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
I've died and gone to hell.
Look around you, scum and wastrels, and I am meant to save them?
And I defend 'em.
And I have to save their worthless souls.
You know, before I came here, I rarely indulged in libation.
I was known for my sobriety.
CROOKY: You know, I am a man of God and even I do not abstain.
-ALISTAIR: Surgery demands a steady hand. -Don't make me boke.
-CROOKY: As does God. -ALISTAIR: Mmm.
You can no more shift that lot than become the Lord of the Highlands.
Everyone knows who they belong to.
Darius's wife.
And no one round here wants fine jewellery.
Take a look around you.
What a sad sorrow of a country filled with fine upstanding Irish
and London scoundrels and not a thing worth stealing.
Gold, rum, baccy, shovels, coins,
snitch me something they can use.
Bring 'em to me and we might talk.
BELLE: Scrub every inch! Every surface!
Open up those windows. Let in some actual air.
We are forbidden to do that, ma'am, for fear of contagion and God's wrath.
God sees this as one giant cesspit.
Open them!
And what would ma'am have us do with these sheets?
Um...
Burn them.
Now, I made an unbreakable vow to the Lord
that if my church becomes a cathedral and I a bishop,
-I will, thereafter, curtail my drinking. -Aye, aye.
A solemn vow indeed, but is that likely?
CROOKY: Well, sadly, Port Victory is not a place of pilgrimage.
There's nothing sacred in this dog's swill country.
No relics, no icons, no saint's bones.
Just destitute criminals demanding absolution.
You know, the real money is with the Protestants.
Yes. Well, I have often wondered about conversion.
And you can marry if you do.
Yes, there's a downside to everything.
(WATER RINSING)
(BELLE SIGHS)
All that scrubbing has left you with a hole in your dress.
Then look away.
You know, I am aware of medical discoveries overseas,
just our head surgeon is not.
Blood and gore, to him, it's like a badge of honour.
And you'll go along with it even if it's killing your patients?
He will turn everything you've done back to the way it was.
And, for a few days,
at least some of the people in there might survive.
You'll need a map of the human body,
how everything connects to everything else,
from the big toe, all the way up to the top of the head.
So, from the hallux to the cranium?
Digit phalanges, tarsus, crus, patella, femur...
Well, no, it's about the internal organs as well.
Cerebellum, oesophagus, lungs, heart, liver,
or would you like the names in Ancient Greek?
I speak Greek, and Latin. Do you?
I've never found the need to speak to dead Latins.
It isn't about the names.
You just said it was.
No, it is about looking into the face of a child
knowing they're going to die
and knowing that there is nothing you can do to help them.
There are more things to medicine than death.
There is life, and hope.
I'm sorry I was not born into a life of wealth.
I don't have the luxury of being able to cause trouble and get away with it.
So, really much better to be a common thief with your uncle.
Do you know how much they pay the surgeons here?
Well, no, of course, you wouldn't. Why would you?
Nothing. I get free food and accommodation.
-Then, how do you... -By gambling.
I play cards.
That's how I make my money. And I'm pretty good at it.
Except, last time, I got cheated,
and now, if I don't come up with a year's worth of income,
then I get my hand cut off.
So, that's why Fagin stole the gems.
You want to be a surgeon?
Then expect nothing in return.
Hey, Dodge, what do you know about Catholics?
What are they on about?
Have you managed to flog those rubies yet?
It's in hand, there's a couple of details still begging.
What do you know about 'em?
-Are you thinking about converting? -It depends.
There may be something of a holy conflation between money,
bones and Catholics.
Well, ask one of the nurses. They're all micks.
Jack, got a sailor who drank some whitewash.
Why would he do that?
A bet. Painting his internals.
Mix him up an emetic
and give him that bucket when you've emptied it.
Sister. Sister, excuse me.
I was wondering, as a man on a journey of faith,
whether I could talk to you about yours?
And you think this is the right time to ask, do you?
Do what the Pope says, be nice about the Virgin,
go to confessional and tell him your sins.
Oh! What area of the body claims that one?
-Coccyx? -Yeah.
It's part of a woman's arse. Leftover bit of tail.
Nellie Corstair's tail, to be more precise.
You know, she was about to hang, but the TB got her.
They hung her corpse anyway, so she learnt her lesson.
ALISTAIR: We are men, first and foremost.
It was from our rib that woman was created.
We don't bow to women.
We are, by the grace of God, the superior being.
Now let's see a woman try and lift this over her head.
Well, I'd love to see the naggin' biddy do this.
(LAUGHS DRUNKENLY)
-Oh, dear. -Now...
What?
(GROANS AND SCREAMS)
Now, just relax, Tinkler.
I think what you have here is a strangulated hernia.
Oh, dear.
Now, no need to operate.
With my expertise, I shall massage the tuberance back into place.
What the devilment has happened here?
What? Where's my hospital gone?
What is that odious smell?
Cleanliness, sir. It's apparently a new thing.
And you're responsible for this?
Because if you were, your employment is terminated.
No, sir. The order came from on high.
Who on high?
The governor's daughter. She is insisting on it.
Lady Belle, what are you doing here?
My father sent me to observe.
I run this felicity at a gold standard.
I will have you know
that one in every six of my patients goes on to live a very full life.
-Very impressive numbers. -I cannot deal with this now.
My friend has a strangulated hernia.
-I shall lay hands on him. -What?
-Prepare the surgical room. -TINKLER: No.
(TINKLER GROANS)
Gentlemen, what you have before you, is a classically-herniated groin.
(CROWD CLAMOURS)
With many lesser practitioners, this procedure would prove impossible.
But sadly perhaps for you in the gallery, in my hands,
this procedure will prove brief and painless for my friend.
-Yeah, pick 'em up, pick 'em up, pick 'em. -(CROWD LAUGHING)
And lay the patient on the table.
Here. Easy, now.
(FAGIN PRAYING INDISTINCTLY)
What are you doing?
Oh.
Forgive me, Bishop.
I was overcome with religious zeal.
ALISTAIR: Now, I lower my friend's trousers
and feel gently around the groinal area.
(GROANS)
Mmm. Hello.
Sorry, Tinkler, I didn't mean to touch that.
Yes, I can feel a sizeable protuberance to the right of the testicles.
Pass me the hernia tool.
Now, I place the tool gently onto the skin.
(SKIN CLAMPS)
(SCREAMS)
Yes, well, in a church of this magnificence,
surely, you are the bishop.
Too far from Rome.
FAGIN: Oh.
Yes, well,
my own days training for the cloth were equally hard.
You a priest? Find that hard to believe.
Yes, well, these are the struggles of our faith.
What do we believe?
-I'm locking up now. -All right, okay.
Well, I'll be on me way.
It's just, you see, I do like to bless each church that I visit
with me holy relic before I leave.
I thank you, Bishop. Sorry, Priest.
A relic?
Now, just a standard complication as the blood seeps out.
It's dropping, something I can sop with.
-What's happening? -His bowel is falling out.
Do something.
Well, nothing more to be done. Just the to and fro of normal medicine.
He'll die if you don't do something.
-Quick! -He will die, anyway. It's abdominal.
We can't operate.
-The pain alone would kill him. -ALISTAIR: Somebody daub as best we can.
At me lowest ebb, broken, destitute,
I was a wanderer without purpose,
until one day, a holy man appeared to me on Mount Sinai...
But I thought you said you were in Jerusalem.
And told me to go forth unto Jerusalem,
where God would bestow upon me a great blessing,
but also, a great burden.
And would that I could be rid of it.
Is this real?
It is real as my faith.
And these jewels...
Rubies.
And the bone, who does that belong to?
-A martyred saint. -Which saint?
Saint Coccyx.
-I haven't heard of him. -Her.
You wouldn't have, very recent.
The Vatican kept her hushed.
She had a power that can't be measured.
Three of the popes owe their papacy to her.
Well, she touched the popes?
Very often, I suspect.
But I can see that you're closin' up, so...
No, no, no. Stay, stay.
Let me break out the altar wine.
ALISTAIR: Is there anything that you would like me to say to your wife?
I told you, he refuses to ether patients.
Yeah, I wasn't thinking of the patient.
You tell her you're a murdering buffoon who's killed me!
This is just normal behaviour for someone in a state of shock.
Blood loss will also cause...
-You're sweating, sir. -Thank you.
Or are they manly tears for a comrade?
Here.
(CROWD GROANS)
Take over.
What? But I've never done abdominal surgery before.
No one has.
He'll die, anyways. His bowels are around his knees.
Everybody out. Go on.
Tim, can you deal with the Prof?
I have no idea how much ether to use.
So, experiment.
The amount they've been drinking, they'll be out for weeks.
There, breathe in.
The idiot's perforated his bowel.
I'm gonna have to cut out this section here and then join it up.
Just a moment.
Hetty, scissors.
(GROANS)
(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)
(SIGHS)
Staunch that blood. I can't see a damn thing.
I can suture it.
-Are you sure? I don't want you fainting. -I'm fine.
How's your needlework?
'Cause I'll need you to stitch up the bowel
-before I can feed it back in. -I do a lot of embroidery.
(APPLAUDING)
What? Why?
Extraordinary, sir. It was like you were in a trance.
That is the word. Like he was out of his body.
We thought your friend would die,
but somehow, you took control and saved him.
It was a medical miracle.
Oh, you know, (CLEARS THROAT) the three pillars.
Training, knowledge, and experience.
But, and when that fails, an instinct kicks in.
Remarkable.
Do you know, I... I have almost no memory of how I achieved it.
But you were exhausted at the end and slept the sleep of the righteous.
If only you could have seen yourself as we saw you, sir.
That was truly something in there.
Will he live?
I don't know.
But he survived the operation, which is remarkable.
I doubt what we did in there has ever been done before.
You were very good.
As were you.
Mind you, a good surgeon doesn't get dizzy over the sight of blood.
-Well, it took me two years. -I'm perfectly fine with blood.
You did very well.
Nice embroidery on that bowel.
That's what we women are good for.
What we did today
was extraordinary.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I enter with goodly news.
Thank God, you sold the rubies.
Not in so many words.
There is only one word, Fagin, it's "yes."
But now, I have access to some bees and honey.
How much bees and honey? 26 pound worth?
Well, that depends on the scratchings in the Sunday collection plate.
You sold the rubies to a church?
No, I loaned them.
Temporary storage till I can find a real buyer.
Which church?
Church of the Holy micks.
In return for which I get the takings of five collection plates.
So, five Sundays?
Fagin, I need the dosh by Wednesday!
The micks don't have any cash.
They're all ex-cons or soldiers who've blown away all their pay.
This is God telling us to get back to the ways that we know best.
I'm not going back to thieving.
You used to live for it! Once in the blood.
-I saved a man's life today. -Ah, yes.
That only yesterday would've died.
I performed surgery never before attempted in this country.
Yeah.
There is a whole world opening up for me.
But I need these.
Well, you know I'd give up me own meat-hooks to save you.
Excellent, I accept. Let's go offer them now.
-I did! They wouldn't take 'em. -No, you didn't.
In a manner of speaking, I did. I implied.
No. Because you'd never do anything for me.
You've never done anything for me.
And I'm bloody sure you're taking more than five collection plates.
Oh, tosh. Come on, you hurt me to the core.
We're cut from the same glass. Thicker than blood.
-No, you and I have nothing in common. -Our history.
Yeah, well, you burnt that when you left me rotting in Newgate.
What else?
Oliver Twist.
What about him?
We both equal hate him.
Well, yeah, everyone hates Oliver Twist. He's a wet lettuce.
That by no means qualifies us as having anything in common with one another.
No, I know what you do, Fagin.
You'd stand by again, and watch as I go down.
Except this time, I'm not gonna burn alone.
(HARP PLAYING)
"Me thoughts I heard the robin's lark, midst the noise of day.
"But t'was in jest a canine's bark, my companion's call to play.
"But then me thinks I heard a different cry,
"that seemed to winged, emanate from the sky."
A-woo! A-woo!
(WHISPERS) Did you forget your sister organised an evening soiree?
Yes, if I'd remembered, I'd still be out.
What have you done to yourself?
-I'm fine. -Jodhpurs.
(HARP PLAYING)
(ALL APPLAUDING)
Open fire! Cannons!
You finished.
Thank God... Good, good. Very good. Yes, wonderful.
Heady stuff. Much, much to ponder. Yes.
Now, honoured guests, family, dearest companions.
I know, like me, you must be moist with anticipation,
wondering what treat is behind these curtains.
With the help of Mr. Smales and our domestics,
it is my honour to present a series of tableaux
based on famous art masterpieces.
You think Father would mind awfully me using a hunting rifle in the house?
First we immortalise Michelangelo's famous painting of Leda and the Swan.
(IMITATING SWAN)
GOVERNOR: Well. Quite, Fanny.
-There's blood on your shoe. -Is there?
Are you well, my dear?
(GUESTS APPLAUDING)
Extraordinary.
Will you ever spend the whole night with me?
Go back to sleep.
CROOKY: In a time of trial, when the soul is knitted up with cares,
we must turn inside ourselves and find our strength.
Only then we'll be whole and pure again.
-Amen. -CONGREGATION: Amen.
And how long before these blessings of Saint Coccyx begin to work?
It began the moment your hand touched its divine power.
Just keep it locked in that cage.
Actually, on second thoughts,
on special occasions, just lie there and hold it to your chest
and let me take over some of your more priestly duties.
(COUGHS)
GAINES: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
I have committed sins of thought and deed.
Of rage and torment.
I see the way men look at my sweet Peggy.
I want to wring their necks until their eyes pop
and their brains explode from their nostrils.
Perfectly natural thoughts, my son.
God forgives you.
And now, I must leave my innocent rose for three days.
Alone in that building.
With 100 soldiers arriving for their monthly pay.
I can save them hands of yours, Dodge.
What, you got all 26 pounds?
And so much more.
No, not from one collection plate.
No, more from information shared in the sanctity of the confession box.
But it is a lay-down hand.
-Do you have the money, yes or no? -Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
It's just, it's a question of collecting it.
Good. Where from?
From the military barracks.
No, no, no. Hear me out, hear me out.
All we gotta do is break into the military quarters,
slip past a guard or two.
Stroll into Gaines' abode,
where his missus is in the gentle arms of Morpheus.
Pinch the payload,
and you will be scoffing scones and cream with two hands.
And that will be my last meal.
I told you what a madman Gaines is.
Yes, I know it. He opened up to me intimately.
He's going away for three days. I've got it all planned out.
Solid, copper-bottomed, foolproof.
You never plan anything.
You just make stuff up on the spot, and then you hang people out to dry.
No, no, no, you see before you a changed man.
I am growing, Dodge, please. Please grow with me.
No, I've made that mistake once before.
You know, you never truly leave the old ways behind.
You used to positively squeal with delight after a heist.
Grubby little smile, from ear to ear.
I do not squeal.
Well, in that case, bid a fond farewell to your hand.
Because without it, you might as well be talking to the lid.
Strong stuff, this.
Clears you right out. Sure you need all of it?
Yes. I've been backed up something awful.
Time to fire a cannonball through me bowels.
Bless you.
And may the good Lord protect you tonight,
as you drink in all the holiness you can manage.
Come on, drink up, lads.
You told me there were two guards, there's five.
Two, five, what's the difference?
Three.
(SIGHS) I'm gonna scale that tree, edge along the wall.
Then I'll find somewhere soft to break my fall.
Take out one of the guards, nick his keys, and open the gate. Now, you wait here.
(VOMITING)
On the other hand, you could always enter by the gate.
(VOMITING CONTINUES)
Hello, my dear. Stressful night?
I think they's all dying. Is it the plague?
Well, I heard you had some trouble,
so I notified the young doctor immediately.
Doctor?
There's been a shocking outbreak of the dyspepsias
among some of our brave lads. I thought you could be of assistance.
Can he come straight through?
After you.
Give these men some fluids.
DODGER: What did you do?
Little bit of that medication you gave to the paint swallower the other day.
-How much did you give them? -Just a cup or two.
Packs a powerful wallop.
You're only supposed to give 'em a teaspoon.
"At first, do no harm."
Easy as pluckin' a winkle out of a pigeon's ear.
PEGGY: What do you think you're doing?
SOLDIER: Just checking the strongroom, ma'am.
PEGGY: Hurry, I'm entertaining my cousin.
(STOMACH GURGLES)
(WHISPERS) Shadows. Pilferer's best friend.
Dodge, Dodge.
-Oh. -"Oh," what?
It's a bloody Durack Jenson.
DODGER: A bloody Durack Jensen.
Neither of us do safes. Did you not think to check that?
I can't plan everything.
It's empty.
FAGIN: Yes. I noted that.
Someone hit it before us.
-(MAN MOANING IN DISTANCE) -Let's go above. It's this way.
(PEGGY MOANING)
MAN: Get in there. (CHUCKLES)
Come here.
(PEGGY MOANS)
(PEGGY MOANING)
DARIUS: Come, my wild mare.
(GRUNTS)
(PEGGY MOANS)
(THUMPING)
(PEGGY LAUGHING AND MOANING)
(ROOSTER CROWING)
(DARIUS SNORING)
(DOG BARKING)
This is not the London I knew.
Where's the fog? Where's the constant drizzle?
It kept the joy in.
Here, it's all blue skies and not enough scratch.
It's ageing me.
Suppose this watch ought to be worth a penny or two.
Tuppence.
That wouldn't even save me a finger.
He did display a certain bounteous vigour.
We could always blackmail the codger.
DODGER: How?
By telling him we broke in to steal their payload?
They'd hang us up along with Darius.
How much was in your collection plate?
Two pounds, two shillings and thruppence.
Great. So, only 23 pounds short, then.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Morning!
I made another one for you, Jack.
I got it to hold an egg before.
Still a while to go.
Might take meself back to the what'sy doovit I made Darius.
Darius doesn't have an artificial hand.
No. No, strange, that.
He wanted it for something else.
Had to go under his Benjamin.
Some sort of magic trick, he said.
That trick we used to play on the old geezers
-down in Leicester Square. -The money roll.
Yeah. You reckon you could make
two pound, two shillings and thruppence look like a 26 pound roll?
-Depends how long we play the bluff. -No, better,
can you make it look like two rolls?
Now, that would require artfulness.
Tim, show us exactly how this apparatus works.
(MOANING SOFTLY)
Forgive me, whoever or whatever is up there.
I done so much terrible and wrong in this life and I knows it.
I ain't apologising 'cause we both know I'll do the same again tomorrow,
and you give me this nature, so,
this is as much your issue as it is mine.
If it be any comfort,
there's scarce a night goes by where me dreams don't rattle me something awful.
No more than what I did to Jack when he was a little'un.
You knows what I did.
And you know what I might have to do to him in the future.
But for tonight, I'm asking, humble-like,
watch over him.
I need him. With both his hands.
Yeah. Well...
That's it.
Have a good night, God.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Nice.
Now, as long as we move quickly
and he doesn't notice the odd bit of hospital bandage
and organ music, we should be fine.
DARIUS: Well, well, well.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Jack Dawkins.
The money or the hand, that's his choice.
You know, Aputi here brought his axe along.
It's a little bit blunt.
But it should do the job.
Few whacks, I suppose.
Your shigs.
I take it that's the money in full?
You can count it if you like.
There's plenty more where that came from. In fact, why don't we up the stakes?
You and me, winner takes all,
and I'll match that one with this one right here of the same amount.
I'm happy as I am, thanks.
Fine, if you're scared. Take the money. We're square.
Scared? Of you? Don't make me chuckle.
(MEN SNICKER)
I'm sorry, everyone, I thought we coulda had a bit of fun,
but it seems that Mr. Darius Cracksworth's somewhat lacking
-in the backbone department. -You watch what you're saying, boy.
FAGIN: Not everyone can be as brave as you, Jack.
FAGIN: Tell you what, why don't we add a bit of flavour,
double the money and if he loses, you take both his hands.
One hand, two hand, what's the difference? Am I the only one here with timber?
DARIUS: You wouldn't be able to wipe your own arse.
Maybe that's what your shambles of a relative is for, eh?
Yeah. Let's not say things we might have cause to regret.
Are we talking, or are we playing?
You've got a big night ahead of you.
(MEN EXCLAIMING)
So, who's this Captain Gaines geezer?
We're playing cards, Uncle.
It's just a friendly game.
I heard he hung a bloke just for looking at his missus.
DODGER: You don't even wanna make eye contact with his missus.
He'll chop you up into little pieces and feed you to his dog.
Isn't that right?
Two cards, please.
Withdraw the bet. Withdraw the bet, give him the money.
No, don't work like that, you hairy carpet bag.
He said he's in, he's in.
Aputi, did you have a chance to sharpen that blade?
You told me to make it blunt as possible.
That's right. I did, too.
He's right, Uncle.
I gave him my word.
I have been risk-drunk my entire life.
I always knew I'd end up here.
So, before I face the inevitable,
may the last use of my hand be to shake yours?
For I know, you to be a gentleman of honour
and you have taught me a lesson that I will take to my grave.
(FAGIN COUGHS)
(OBJECTS RATTLING)
(CLEARS THROAT) Beg your pardon.
(STOMPS)
(STOMPS AND GRUNTS)
(STOMPING)
Got the cramps, have you?
Yeah, I get them.
(STOMPS)
Come on, then.
(CROWD CLAMOURING)
-You cheated. -Cheated?
How dare you, sir? How?
I am not wearing a coat.
I have nothing up my sleeves. Perhaps you should take off yours.
Yeah, maybe you should remove your clobber as a gesture of goodwill.
Maybe it was all that talk of Captain Gaines
and his terrible, awful, vicious,
violent brutalness that put a dampener on your evening.
I think we should chuff off, I'm sensing a few hostilenesses.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Come, my wild mare.
Yes, I seen it in your eyes.
The old Dodger, none of that toff talk.
No, you saw nothing.
Yes, I did. It was there.
The thrill, the danger, you live for it. It's like a craving with you.
It was there from the very first day I unwrapped you
from that swaddling cloth and took you under me wing.
You told me I was naked and shivering.
Well, this was after I wrapped you. It's all one.
-Tonight was fun. -Yeah.
So, here we are, a team again. Father and son.
No. That was my last caper.
Now, I am back to being a surgeon.
Nothing in this country that don't bite ya.
(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)
(MAN COUGHING IN DISTANCE)
(BELLE SIGHS)
He's dying, isn't he?
(TINKLER GROANS)
BELLE: What can we do?
Hold his hand and see him into the next life.
(TINKLER SHUDDERS)
MONKS: I hear your boy's got himself in some trouble?
You mind your ears and stop talking. You need to focus on the task ahead.
For which we needs the Dodge.
-Don't cock this up, Fagin. -You'll have him.
I just need to win back the boy's favour.
There's still a few old wounds.
MONKS: So, when can we have him in our embrace?
Make a move on the ochre?
When I say.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)