Song/Dance better pick a pocket (The music of “7:40”)

Boys chanting Pick a Pocket and “stealing” things from Fagin.

Fagin: “You’ve got to pick a pocket or two”.

Boys: “Just to find some peace of mind we have to pick a pocket or two” (showing what they have stolen from Fagin).

Fagin: Put them all back in the box. All of them. We’ve all been hard at work today, haven’t we, my dears? What have you got Dodger?

Dodger: A couple of wallets.

Fagin: Lined? Not as heavy as they might be, but very nicely made. Ingenious workman, isn’t he, Oliver?

Oliver: Does he make these himself?

Noah: With his own little (lilly) white hands.

Fagin: And what have you got, Charlie? (To Charlie Bates.)

Charlie: A couple of wipes. Very good ones, but we’ll have to pick the initials out with a needle. You’ll need to learn how to do this too.

Noah: Yeah the trade mark.

Oliver: If you please, sir.

Fagin: In the meantime you must learn how to make wallets, like Dodger, would you like that?

Oliver: Yes, if you’ll teach me.

Fagin: Certainly, my boy, no fee. Just do as Dodger and the others do. Make them your models, especially Dodger. He’s going to be a right little Bill Sikes.

Oliver: And who is Bill Sikes, Mr. Fagin?

Charlie: He is a very clever gentleman, you’ll meet him tomorrow.

Noah (teaching Oliver): Is it possible by chance that my handkerchief is protruding from my pocket?

Oliver: Yes, I can just see the edge.

Noah: Can you. Well, then see if you can take it out without my feeling it.

The music of Pick a Pocket Oliver is trying to get a hanky from Fagin.

Fagin: Is it gone?

Oliver: Yes, Mr. Fagin, look!

Fagin. Well done, my dear! You are a clever boy. I never saw a sharper lad. Here’s a shilling for you. (boys trying to reach it) I have to go to the bank. Bed time all of you. There’s a hard day’s work ahead. By the way, Oliver, who are your parents?

Oliver: I am an orphan, Mr Fagin, I come from a workhouse.

Fagin (в сторону): That’s not so bad…

Noah: How’s your mother, workhouse?

Oliver: She is dead.

Noah: What did she die of?

Oliver: Of a broken heart. Don’t say anything more about her.

Noah: Don’t be rude, workhouse. We all pity you, but your mother was a bad woman. You know she was.

Oliver: What did you say?

Noah: A bad woman, workhouse.

Fagin: Bedtime!

Oliver: Where do I sleep, sir?

Fagin: Over here, my dear. Settle down. Dodger, take your legs off his bed, where’s your manners? Have a good sleep, Oliver.

Dodger: If you go on the way you’ve started, you’ll be the greatest man of all time, after me. Good night, Oliver.

Oliver: Good night.

Fagin: Sweet dreams. You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys. You've got to pick a pocket or two.

Fagin and his treasure.

Fagin: Worthy thing… My precious… I am nothing without it… All what I have earned… I, poor old Jew… Mmm, a clock… Money… Can I help it? This is my private treasure, my little pleasure. I mean who is going to look after me in my old age? Will you? (to the audience)

Oliver is looking at Fagin

Fagin (suddenly sees Oliver and runs to him with a knife): Oliver! Why are you watching me? Quick! Speak out!

Oliver: I am sorry sir…

Fagin: Okay, did you see where the box was? Did you see any of those pretty things?

Oliver: I don’t think so, sir…

Fagin: If you only tell anybody… But you will not, my dear. Brave boy, Oliver, brave boy.

Oliver: I will not, MR Fagin. Can I go back to sleep now sir?

Fagin: Certainly, my boy, go to sleep. Pleasant dreams.

Oliver: Same to you sir.

Fagin: Bedtime music!