Bill runs after him.
Nancy: No, Bill, leave him alone! We have already chosen unhappy life for him.
Bill: You are so sentimental, Nancy! I am on the verge of tears! (Seizing Oliver) So, you want to get away, do you? You would like to send for the police, perhaps? We will soon stop that. (Hits Oliver)
Nancy: You’ve got the boy. What more do you want?
Bill: Keep quiet! (shouting)
Fagin: We must stay calm! (shouting) Charley, take Oliver to bed. Bedtime!
Toby: My dear friend, you took me to this house not to look at a crazy boy or your tender-hearted baby, and watch scenes and dramas, but to discuss a new affair.
Fagin, Toby and Bill are conspiring. Boys are watching and Nancy is listening.
Fagin: About stealing the silver from a house at Chertsey?
Bill: Yes, exactly.
Fagin: But we have discussed everything!
Bill: We have discussed everything, but not everything is fine now… We can’t do it as planned.
Toby: I have been staying near the place for more than 2 weeks now. None of the servants will agree to help us.
Bill: Will you give me 50 pounds extra if the work is done outside?
Fagin: Yes.
Bill: Then we can do it when you like.
Toby: I and Bill climbed into the garden the night before last. The house is shut at night like a prison. But there is one small window that we can open. We need a small boy to get through it.
Fagin: Oliver is the boy for you, my dears. He must start working for his bread.
Bill: Come here, Oliver. You will be a quiet boy. Do you see the point? If you do not, I will explain you in another way.
Nancy: Bill, what’s going on?
Bill: He is coming on a job.
Nancy: Why him?
Bill: Because I need a little one, that’s why, and he is nice and thin. And on this particular job, that’s what counts.
Oliver (to Nancy): Must I go?
Bill: One word of you and you know what will happen. (threatens him with a pistol)
Toby: Oliver, do you know what this is? (Показывает пистолет)
Oliver: I do…
Nancy: You can’t do this to him. Please, you can’t
Bill: Nancy, keep your big female mouth shut. You just be at the tavern at 11:00
Toby: It will be a great deal tonight! Good bye to everyone.
It’s dark on the stage. Enter Bill, Toby and Oliver.
Bill: Show a light, Toby.
Toby: Now listen, Oliver we are going to put you through the window, take this light and steal silver plates for us. You will see them inside.
Oliver: Oh, please, don’t make me steal! Let me run away and die in the fields! Don’t make me steal!
Bill: Get up! Get up, you little worm or I will shoot you through the head!
Oliver enters the house but stumbles over smth in the dark. Great noise!
Voice of owner/security guard: Who is here?
Bill: Oliver, come back, back immediately!
Toby: Quick!
The lights go out. The shots can be clearly heard. Gradually voices come out. Fagin, Nancy, Bet and some boys are on stage.
Fagin: Why worry, my dear?
Bet: He always turns up.
Fagin: Maybe he has taken Oliver back to my place?
Nancy: He said he was coming straight here.
Enter Bill, Toby and Oliver.
Fagin: Everything all right, Bill?
Bill: No, it’s not, Fagin! The brat woke them up and we had to run.
Toby: What a damn boy you gave to us!
Fagin: Anybody see you?
Bill: No.
Nancy: I’ll just take the boy and put him to bed. I’ll be right back.
Bill: Put him back.
Oom-pah-pah dancing and singing. Nancy sneakes away with Oliver and brings him to Brownlow, The Police catches the thieves in an ambush, Dodgers steals a wallet from the policeman and runs away, Fagin escapes.
Nancy: Thank God! I knew you would come. Here’s Oliver, I brought him to you as I promised.
Brownlow: I told you I would be here at 12:00
Nancy: This locket once belonged to the boy’s mother and was found when she passed away.
Brownlow: I recognized it at once. I gave it to my niece Emily on her 18th birthday.
Nancy: And now I must go. He will kill me if he finds out.
Brownlow: Who is this man?
Nancy: No, I won’t tell. Whatever I do, I won’t turn on him. You wouldn’t understand. I’ve got to go back. (Runs away.)
Fagin: …I’ll turn a leaf over and who can say what I may find?
Dodger appears.
Fagin: Yes, young man? And do I have the honour of your acquaintance? (Dodger hands over the wallet) Lined?
Dodger: Only the best. Lovely workmanship, ain’t it?
Fagin and Dodger sing I AM REVIEWING THE SITUATION