Oliver Twist
The world is a strange place. Filled with the bad and saved by the good. Our story talks about both sides.
This is the story of Oliver Twist, who was brought to an orphanage in the town of Malford on a stormy night.
— I found this poor child. Please, take him! — Alright.
Oliver Twist lived the first 10 years of his life in the orphanage. Ten years without a family, without anyone to love him, and without food.
— It's too little! — I was so hungry last night I could barely sleep. — We must ask them to give us more! — Who's going to do that? The cook will beat us. — I have an idea. Whoever draws the shortest straw goes to ask. — Alright! — Alright! — Alright!
— Please, sir, I want some more. — What did you say? — Sir, I want some more! — I'll show you 'more'! — Let go of him! — You're standing up against me? You'll pay for this, Twist! You'll pay!
Not only was Oliver punished for asking for more soup, but he was also kicked out of the orphanage and sent to a carpenter as an apprentice.
— Here, Oliver, this is where you'll work. Noah, you're responsible for this boy. You'll share a room. Teach him our craft. — Yes, sir.
— So, what do we have here? A sickly creature. And what good are you to me? Share a room with me? Be serious! That's not going to happen. Is that clear? — Then I'll tell Mr. Sowerberry. — Seriously? — What's this now? Mr. Sowerberry! Mr. Sowerberry!
— I saw the new boy push Noah! — I fell over the wood and the blade could have killed me, sir! — But, sir! — Enough, Oliver! If I hear you behaving like this again, I'll deal with you myself. Do you understand?
— You'd better get used to it. The orphanage sent you here for seven long years. Hehehe!
Oliver packed his things and ran away into the night. He walked for weeks until he reached London. Far from the orphanage and far from Mr. Sowerberry and the dreadful Noah.
— Sweet, warm pastries, just five pennies each! Five pennies each! — Boy, get out of here!
— Come on, eat! This one's from me. — Thank you! — I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new in town? — Yes! — I'm Jack. They call me the Artful Dodger around here. What do they call you? — My name is Oliver. Oliver Twist. — Did you run away? — Don't worry, Oliver. I know a gentleman who will take you in for free. Come with me! — Thanks!
The Artful Dodger took him to a man named Fagin, who lived in a secluded area of London. The Artful Dodger and several other children lived with him.
— Open up! It's me... — Who's this boy? — He's Oliver Twist. — It's alright. He's with me.
— Oliver Twist, you look hungry, child. Charlie, give him some food. — Let me just move these. We make wallets here. Sit down. Ah, here's your food.
Perhaps for the first time in his life, Oliver had a hearty meal and immediately fell asleep.
— Tomorrow, we're going out with all of you. — So soon? — Well, the sooner he learns, the better. Otherwise, I have nothing for him to do here. Make sure everything goes well, alright?
The next morning, Fagin sent Oliver into town with the boys for business. Oliver had no idea what kind of business it was. He thought they were going to make wallets.
— Go, and don't forget, you have to work to stay here, alright? — Yes, sir!
— Good day, Mr. Brownlow! — Good day, Mr. Collins! — Look now! — Thief! Thief!
Oliver was shocked to see that Fagin and the boys' real business wasn't making wallets, but rather stealing them. The Artful Dodger and Charlie ran away, and the crowd believed Oliver was the thief and started chasing him. Soon, a policeman caught up with him and arrested Oliver.
— Come here! I'll take you to the judge and you'll get a good seven years in prison! — Officer, seven years is a bit harsh, isn't it? — No! The judge will have to make an example of him! That's what the thief deserves!
Oliver was taken to court and brought before the judge. Mr. Brownlow asked him to have mercy on the boy, but the judge was very strict and cold. He was just about to send Oliver to prison for seven years when Mr. Collins arrived.
— Oh, sir, I didn't steal anything! — Officer, did you arrest him at the scene of the crime? — Yes, sir! People were chasing him when I caught up to him! — Sir, seven years is too much, though. — Don't interfere in legal matters, sir! I decide that the boy will be sent to... — Wait, sir! — What is it? How dare he interfere with the court's proceedings? — I apologize, sir, but this boy is innocent! The real thief ran away! I saw it with my own eyes! — Officer
