The Artful Dodger (2023) s02e02 Episode Script

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[Bramwell] There he is, sir.
[suspenseful music playing]
Is he cold, Sergeant?
Assume so, sir. He's dead.
I don't work on assumptions.
- [Bramwell grunts]
- [thuds]
[pants] It's Ryan O'Donnell.
Coach robber.
Been after him a few weeks.
Oh, yes, and he's cold.
Open his jacket, please.
What's the point? Killer did us a favour.
Just do it, Sergeant.
[Bramwell] There's your
cause of death, sir.
Big knife.
Now why take the pains to stitch
if it's a simple knifing in the dark?
There's layers to this, Bramwell,
and I intend to unpeel them.
This is just the beginning.
[urchins clamouring]
[urchins] I'm a Redcoat!
I'm gonna shoot you!
Kindly take the body to the morgue.
[opening theme music playing]
[Fagin] Don't mind if I do.
Thank you very much.
[indistinct chatter]
Oh.
That's a nice gamey onion. I don't know
why people bother with apples.
No, I can't imagine.
Remember the pickled tongue
and the scrag-end?
Yes.
How's any of this helping me get free?
It's not, it's helpin' me
with the shopping.
But I do have a notion in the works
that I will reveal
once you've delivered the comestibles.
Can you grab one of these bags, please?
I can't, Dodge.
I've got me, uh, me arse boil.
Under what system of anatomy
does a boil on your arse prevent you
from carrying a bag?
The Fagin system.
[man] Good to see you, Mrs. Samson.
- You must let me take a look at that.
- No, I'm fine, thank you very much.
I'm putting salt on it.
Why?
[door closes]
You see?
I told you I had a plan to set you free.
That is not a plan, Fagin.
That is Justice Micawber.
Would you be kind enough
to tell young Jack what you told me?
The only way out of your sentence
is to have it overturned
by the Privy Council in London.
- Well, they won't free me.
- [Fagin] They will.
If we grease the palms of justice.
We need someone powerful,
greedy, and corrupt.
- Like the Duke of Shrewsbury.
- Also known as Belle's Uncle Dickie,
who is, by all accounts,
crookedly connected to the Privy Council.
What's it cost to bribe a lord?
£15,000, give or take.
[scoffs] £15,000?
A sum we know the
good Duke has access to,
plus £5,000 on top of that
for our disbursements and expenses.
I I really don't think
I should hear anymore.
No, I quite agree. Off you go.
Thank you, sir.
Fagin, we can't rob him.
He's a bloody Duke.
What does that matter in Port Victory?
- This is our world, not his.
- [door closes]
If we pull this off, we go down
in history as Fagin and Son,
the greatest swindlers who ever lived.
And we get me free?
Uh, yeah, that will free you, yes.
How? Specifics?
Land.
- Land?
- Land.
We sell him land that we don't own
and he can't find,
and then we bribe him with his own cash
to set you free,
while trouserin' the remaining £5,000.
So what is this land, then?
Well, look, this is our present
point of habitation.
We're clinging to the rim. [chuckles]
But look at all this. Look at all this
goin' to waste in the middle.
Now, we tell him we own that,
and it's an untouched paradise,
and then we flog it.
So you wanna sell a fake colony?
- Yes, very much so.
- Right. [chuckles]
Christ, Fagin, I assumed you
had something a little less feckless.
Oh, stop your misery!
This is why we're a team.
- I bring the vision, you bring
- The actual plan.
Yes, if you like.
[stealthy music playing]
Remember that banker
we swindled in London?
[whispers] Oh, yes.
[in normal voice] The Gigglemug switch.
[Dodger] Yeah. That's it.
Yeah, so we start with a nearly posh chump
and sell him this story about our land,
and then we build to a posher chump,
and a posher one, and so on,
- until we get to
- Uncle Dickie!
Yes.
All we need is an entry-level toff.
[music intensifies, stops]
[birds chirping]
[man sneezes]
[sneezes]
- Bless you.
- [Governor] Thank you.
[coughing] Oh, there you are, Dickie boy!
[hesitates] I see you found
my little sanctuary.
Oh, rather suits me, don't you think?
- His dressing gown or his chair?
- [chuckles softly]
- Ah.
- [Governor sneezes]
Darling, I can hear you
from the drawing room.
You must see a doctor.
Oh, no, nonsense, darling.
Just a little tickle
in the schnozzle pipe. [chuckles]
'Course, the chair in my last posting
was an actual throne,
but this has its own bucolic charm.
Could I have the
government accounts back?
I just thought I'd cast my eye
over the drearier work for you, Edders.
Given my experience.
Yes, tremendously kind.
- Oh.
- Hmm?
This column's wrong.
And I see you're interested
in the colony's saltpetre resources.
I'm interested in many things.
[Governor sneezes]
Uh, tremendous day for croquet,
don't you think?
[Dickie] Indubitably.
Join us, Janey?
Once I've corrected these.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Belle] "Intercostales interni."
"Intercostales"
[softly] Blast it.
"Triangularis sterni."
Ooh. Test me on the muscles
of the thorax, but out of order.
Ooh, absolutely not.
There, will that do?
It's perfect. Thank you.
You know, I'm exceedingly sympathetic
to those less fortunate
[Belle] Yes, you're famed for it.
[Fanny] But Devil's Elbow
is a den of rogues.
People are perilous,
the place malodorous
- Which is why they need help.
- But you're not supposed to help, Belle.
- Mother said no surgery
- Mother said no surgery in the hospital.
I'm doing neither. I'm simply
handing out salves and bandages,
- like any other lady doing charity.
- I doubt she'll view it that way.
Thus, the basket's false bottom,
for which many thanks.
Belle, I feel like
you're not listening to me.
Perhaps because I'm not.
Fanny, I have got to do something
practical to help or I will go mad.
- Simple, preventative care could help
- I love you a lot,
but I have absolutely no interest
in what you're about to tell me.
Just be careful.
- I'm always careful.
- You're never careful.
Mmm.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[mysterious music playing]
[Fagin] Any luck?
Nah. That's where Darius
kept his good stuff,
and nobody can pick it.
Right. What about a bit of the old
leg and foot negotiation?
It's a nice wardrobe.
It was my job to polish it,
but I didn't wanna smash it.
Yes, yes, yes.
We all know that you're a delicate
little flower, Aputi, but come on,
stow that thought and charge.
- [grunting]
- [wardrobe thuds, creaks]
[key clatters]
- [Aputi groans] Fagin! Fagin!
- [sighs]
[Aputi groaning]
- [lock clicking]
- [wardrobe opens]
[mysterious music playing]
[Fagin, softly] Yes.
[Fagin chuckles softly]
Entry-level toffs.
"Tarquin, £8. Barnabas, £11."
- [neighing]
- [footsteps clopping]
No last names. Bugger it.
Flashy, why are you dressed like a horse?
Found it in the crate.
Right.
[horse neighs echo]
[enchanting music playing]
Oh, Darius.
[sighs]
You are a naughty boy.
[chuckles softly]
The man is obsessed with ponies!
Why am I only findin' this out now?
This is magnificent!
You two have just helped
winkle the secrets
of every gullible toff in town.
I'm gonna take Darius' confession.
[laughs]
[rhythmic clopping]
[dramatic music playing]
- [urchin 1] Witch!
- [urchin 2] She's flying!
[urchins clamouring]
[urchin 3] Witch! Witch! Witch!
[urchin 4] The witch!
[urchins chanting] Witch! Witch! Witch!
Witch!
[urchin 5] She's a witch!
- Witch!
- [Belle] That's enough!
Off you go!
I ain't done nothing wrong, ma'am!
- Of course not.
- [whimpering]
You all right?
[crying]
Here. Take my scarf.
Please. Take it.
May I examine you?
I want to help you.
I'm a medical student.
[Nellie] I already
been down the hospital.
That quack said
it was nothing to worry about
and he chucked me out
like an old piss pot.
That sounds like Dr. Sneed.
Are you in pain?
Me throat hurts something cruel.
Can I see it?
Here, come with me.
I'm afraid you have a scirrhous
of the lymphatic glands.
Often they're benign,
but if you have a sore throat
Tell me plain.
It could be malignant.
Cancer.
Go and see Dr. Dawkins, only Dr. Dawkins.
Tell him I sent you
and he will treat you.
But he'll have to cut it out.
Cut it?
What if I leave it?
Then I suspect you'll die.
Soon.
Well, not to worry, my lady.
- You are in remarkable health.
- [woman] Oh.
Apart from that.
Now, just relax for me. [clears throat]
- I shall try and remove some of the
- Professor!
- Wait for me outside.
- Yes, Doctor.
- [Alistair clears throat]
- Stop cutting.
[Alistair] You arrogant whelp.
We're overrun.
I ran this hospital before you'd even
so much as seen a cadaver!
Hmph. And then
you became a drunk, remember?
Now you're sober and a wreck.
Dawkins is back.
No need for you to operate. Ever.
You two are running me out to pasture,
are you?
Which part of your forced retirement
was confusing?
We'll see about that.
[indistinct chatter]
Jack. Someone you should see.
Are you Dr. Dawkins?
Lady Belle sent me to see you.
She said I had
You have a tumour of the lymphatic gland.
- You'll need surgery.
- No, she needs to leave.
Her tumour's benign.
I've informed her before.
Well, I disagree.
Well, I don't care.
You contradict my authority
in front of patients again,
I'll have you flogged.
[urchins chattering]
[suspenseful music playing]
Hardly the ideal locale
for practicing medicine alone, my lady.
I'm not practicing anything but kindness,
as the Bible instructs.
Or have you not read the Good Book?
I have. In Koine Greek and Hebrew.
And Aramaic, where relevant.
I don't think you can truly know a book
until you read it in its original tongue.
[in Greek] Trephétai dé,
ô Sókrates, psychè tīnì?
Mathémasi dépou, ên d' egó.
- [Boxer in English] Plato?
- Socrates.
And Plato.
Why does a policeman need dead languages?
I haven't always been a policeman.
I was at Cambridge, then a barrister.
And I felt there was more
I could do for the world.
By investigating the dead
and reading the ancients?
They calm my mind
after the horrors of my work.
Despite our mutability, they remain.
They offer a sense of immortality.
You don't believe in God?
Not anymore.
- [subdued music playing]
- [pigs squeaking]
[Boxer] Please.
Allow me.
Thank you.
Allow me to escort you home, my lady?
No. Thank you.
I can find my own footing.
[Crooky] Let us contemplate
the profound truth of redemption.
Few among us have sinned more than
our new curate, Darius Cracksworth,
who sought sanctuary in the church
when his life of decadence
betrayed him into ruin.
A man lost in a mire of debauchery,
lust, thievery, usury
Is there anything I've missed?
No [clears throat]
- I think that more than covers it.
- All right.
who has found his way back to God.
And as a testament to his redemption,
I ask him to provide the Sacrament.
- [church organ music playing]
- [woman coughs]
- [Darius] Body of Christ.
- [woman] Thank you.
- Body of Christ.
- [man] Thank you.
Body of
Oh, Christ.
Along with the bread,
can you bless this holy book?
[church organ music intensifies]
- [door rattles]
- That book is my property!
Formerly.
Now it's mine,
like everything else of yours.
Now all we have here is a list of debts
and first names.
"Tarquin, Barnabas, Wilfred."
Now I deduce all these toffs
are fond of a flutter,
and you've capitalized on 'em.
- Piss off!
- Oh, much passion from the pious man.
By the way, Darius,
have you got a sore throat?
Or are you just a little horse?
- [mimics horse clopping]
- [perturbing music playing]
One full name of a gullible,
entry-level toff, and we're done.
For now.
[Darius] Henry Manners.
And you've witnessed this paradise
with your own eyes?
Yes, yes, yes,
it's etched on me very soul.
Verdant valleys, noble forests.
Soils rich with, uh, gold, probably.
I assume you have evidence.
Land deeds, maps.
Evidence? Yes.
Though, to commit such a vision to paper
would be tantamount to sacrilege,
and this is your one chance
to buy a piece of Eden
before it's snatched up. [chuckles]
I'm intrigued, but
without substantiation,
I cannot risk my capital on mere words
from a man of such unique appearance.
[chuckles] Ha!
I'll take that as a compliment.
I wouldn't.
[Fagin] Gibface bastard!
I'm sorry, it's my gout.
My pottery teacher, Ms. Bloom,
says I'm quite gifted.
I think she has quite the eye for talent.
You know, but I'm
I'm quite drawn to this.
[Fanny] Oh. [chuckles]
It's just an empty flower vase.
Oh, I'd love to fill it up.
What a lovely idea.
Shall we?
[Governor sneezes]
[Dickie] Ah, Edders, your life overflows
with peace and familial bliss.
I'm almost envious.
[Governor laughs, softly] Yeah.
Hey, good shot.
[Dickie] Meanwhile, I must navigate
a life of diplomatic adventures,
- tending to the affairs of state
- [Lady Jane] Oh, really?
Which ambassador's wife
have you disgraced lately?
[scoffs] Such a deliciously cruel wit.
[Dickie and Governor laugh]
Oh, sherbet!
For you, Papa.
In the hopes you feel better soon.
[softly] Oh.
Well, how tremendously
- [sneezes] Oh!
- [Fanny] Oh.
- Bless you.
- Excuse me, darling. Kind of you.
- [chuckles] Oh.
- And that's the win to me.
- Sorry, Edfordshire.
- No, that's that's quite all right.
It's just my natural competitive spirit.
You see, when I want something,
I need to win it
no matter the cost.
Oh, splendidly pungent.
[sneezes]
[ears ringing]
[muffled] Darling, are you all right?
- [screams] What?
- [Lady Jane] Merciful Lord!
- Get him to the hospital!
- I think I need a hospital!
- Grab hold of me, darling.
- [Dickie] Phineas!
- Don't just stand there. Help!
- [Governor screaming]
[Sneed] Can I help you, Inspector?
Forgive me.
I took the liberty of examining
one of your bodies.
Not at all.
In fact, I've meant to thank you
for saving Dawkins.
- Friend of yours?
- Hardly.
Well, it's complicated.
But regardless, we need him here, sir.
- If there's anything I can do
- There is, actually.
Could you examine this body?
I need to know if the wound
was existing and healing,
or if it caused the man's death.
[Sneed] No, it killed him.
Could you elucidate?
[Sneed] There's no livor mortis.
When a person dies, their blood
pools to the lower extremities,
creating a purplish pattern.
The absence here reveals exsanguination.
And given the slash
is the body's only material wound
- It's fair to say he bled to death?
- Yes.
Pain, shock may have contributed,
but bleeding did it.
But why stitch the wound
when the object was to kill?
That's a question for the law,
not for medicine.
I wonder could it be a botched operation?
A surgeon?
Well, not one of mine.
Those stitches are appalling.
That doesn't rule out
a surgeon conclusively, does it?
No. I suppose not.
Is there any reason
a doctor might stitch poorly?
Fatigue, perhaps?
All doctors are tired, Inspector.
More likely they were interrupted,
or in a rush.
Which they might be
if they were operating on the streets.
Thank you.
Are you forgetting something, Doctor?
[Sneed] Oh. Uh, yes. Thank you.
I couldn't stop her any longer.
[Dodger] Wait!
Wait. Please, wait.
Madam, we have to operate,
or you will die.
Your boss said
Your boss said it might be all right.
Well, I think he's wrong.
And so does Lady Belle.
And she's the best medical mind
that I have worked with.
I'm not going back in that hospital.
Who said we need a hospital?
Please. Let me save you.
- We need more carbolic acid.
- [Hetty] Yes, sir.
- [men clamouring]
- [thudding]
Where's the bloody ether?
You've got a window while Sneed's
cutting, but you can't do it here.
Find somewhere private and clean.
- I'll do it at Fagin's.
- No, I said clean.
- [men cheering]
- [umbrella thuds]
- Dr. Dawkins?
- What do you want? I'm in a hurry.
- May I ask your whereabouts last night?
- Here. Operating.
- [Boxer] Anyone vouch for you?
- Probably. It was late.
Well, perhaps I could read your report
for the patient?
I don't write reports.
Really? So your work
is all off the books?
My work speaks for itself.
I met you attending a patient
outside the hospital.
Do you ever operate on the streets?
Only when the patient needs stabilizing.
- Will you let me pass, please?
- I will gladly let you pass
when I finish my line of inquiry.
Do you use blue thread when you stitch?
I have no idea.
I don't care about colour as long as
it keeps the blood in. Excuse me.
Thank you.
Oh, what have you done to yourself,
you silly man?
What caravan?
[Belle] He's pinched a nerve
and I suspect he's cracked a rib.
Since he can't hear, he's likely
perforated his tympanic membrane.
Good God.
He doesn't need a hospital.
It's a relatively simple procedure.
Which a qualified doctor will perform.
- Is it the flowers?
- What?
No, it's Uncle Dickie.
Yeah, yes. Yes, it is tricky.
Every time he visits, Father grows tense.
Presents as hiccups, a cough, a twitch.
- Oh, nonsense.
- This time, it's sneezing.
Oh, no, no, not wheezing, it's my ear.
And, um, and my back. And my, um
- Rib!
- Yes, my rib!
- [Lady Jane] Faster, please!
- [Governor groans]
[horse neighs]
Promise it won't hurt?
I'll use ether.
It takes the pain away, I promise.
[Belle] All right, Father!
- [Lady Jane] Come on, darling.
- [Belle] Yeah.
- [Governor groaning]
- [Lady Jane] We're nearly there.
[Lady Jane] That's it. Come along!
"Somewhere private and clean."
[Sneed] Everything all right out there?
[Hetty] I've got the Governor in,
but it's not critical.
Finish up here. I'll attend to him.
No, you won't.
If you leave now, this man will die.
Finish the operation.
I'll get the Prof on the Governor.
No, fetch bloody Dawkins!
- He's he's not here.
- Well, where the hell is he?
No idea, Rainsford.
I'm not his keeper, you are.
- [Man 1] She's the doctor.
- [Man 2] Come on.
- [men cheering]
- Uh, um
[Belle] It's a simple procedure to
correct the back. The ribs need binding,
and the ear will repair itself
if it isn't overly manipulated.
- You're not a doctor.
- Absent Dr. Dawkins,
I'm the best person in this hospital
to tend to Father.
[Lady Jane] Enough!
I should never have let you cross this
threshold. Go and wait in the carriage.
- Mother, this is ridiculous.
- Do as I say!
Or my support
for your medical education, it ends.
Sorry, Father.
[baby crying]
Ah! [claps]
Just in time to save His Excellency.
The mind is sharper than a rapier now,
for the no drink.
Yes, I'll have a sherry.
Of all the ludicrous decisions
to make in the world
[gasps]
Hello. I thought you weren't
supposed to be seeing me.
No. I'm not.
In the days of yore,
a procedure like this
would've been a real challenge.
But now we have a contraption
that makes the whole thing
entirely manageable.
Is he really the best option?
Well, in the absence
of Sneed and Dawkins, yes.
Oh, Dawkins is the one you sent to prison
for saving Belle?
Stop.
- [clears throat]
- The Okay, this
- [blows]
- [screams]
- [Alistair] Hold tight.
- Christ.
- Good God!
- [Alistair] Listen to a suggestion?
- What? Shall I sit down?
- Just sit down. Yes, please.
- Take some weight off.
- [whimpers]
[Fagin] It's outrageous, really.
Here I am offering to sell him
a piece of prime land
- [Flashy] Which doesn't exist.
- [Fagin] Minor detail.
wearing the ponciest clobber
in Darius Cracksworth's cupboard.
- [Aputi] The red top hat was a nice touch.
- Thanks, so did I.
But all these toffs
looked down their beaks at me.
- You need a way to really impress them.
- I thought I did.
I could be the Chancellor
of the Exchequer in this.
- They let criminals manage the treasury?
- 'Course they do.
You need something to show them
you're truly a toff.
What about that?
[dramatic music playing]
Fagin, you can't steal
the Governor's carriage.
No.
No, we just borrow it.
We trot it past the general store,
I get out,
I'll wave at Mr. Manners
and a few of the other toffs,
and then we bring it back. Simple.
Oh, "Simple." It's suicidal!
You shouldn't be in here.
Well, Sneed won't let me do it in there.
Now, we have a small window of time.
And I think you're right, it's malignant.
She'll die if it's not removed.
So, I'm doing this operation here, now,
with or without your help,
but her chances improve greatly
with your hands, too. So
You are so maddening.
Would you like to make the first cut?
[Alistair] Hold him tight.
Hetty, adjusting a pinched nerve
always smarts a bit.
- Well, the ether, perhaps, Professor?
- Ether?
No need! No.
The Governor is as strong as an ox!
- Yes. Well, who's to say?
- [chuckles]
Uh, but at the same time
The usage of ether in this circumstance
would be modern sensibilities gone mad!
[Governor] Yes, yes, quite.
But one wonders if
Fear not, Governor!
You are in the safest of hands!
Yes, all right.
One, two, three!
[screams]
As soon as the incision is made, the
tumour should come away fairly easily.
Oi. Oi!
- Get back here, you little scoundrel!
- He's got potential, that one.
[solider] Come here!
It's stuck.
- Sternomastoid muscle's embedded in it.
- [Dodger] Christ.
- Well, we're gonna have to dissect it out.
- We can't see anything in there.
How do we get around her jugular vein
and carotid artery blind?
Bloody carefully.
I think we can do it
as long as she remains perfectly
[Fagin] Yeah!
- [carriage rattling]
- [Belle gasps]
[horses neighing]
Get outta the road, you dirty monkey!
[people exclaim]
Fagin? What the hell are you doing here?
Gettin' ya free!
Don't fear,
I've got it all worked out, Dodge.
Well, can you find another way?
I'm doing a surgery here with Belle.
Sorry, Dodge.
Opportunity beckons! [laughs]
- Move, you half-witted barnacle! Come on!
- [horse neighs loudly]
Arms up. There we go.
- Now, bent arms, sir. You ready?
- [screams]
Why are you being so unkind to me?
If I were being unkind, Richard,
you'd know it.
You used to be fun.
We used to have fun.
Until we didn't.
[Alistair] There you go.
- I find you altered.
- I find you unimpressively the same.
[both scream, groan]
Darling, are you all right?
Oh, I can hear again.
[Governor laughs]
[strains] Success!
- Suit yourself, you filthy pilchard!
- [woman screams]
[Belle] This is completely reckless!
Why has Fagin stolen this carriage?
[stuttering] He hasn't stolen it.
I told him to drive, 'cause it's
much safer if we're on the move.
You must stop this. Now!
Then we'll be discovered
and she'll bleed out.
We cannot separate this tumour
with her jolting all over!
- [Belle exclaims]
- [Fagin] Get out of it!
- [Belle] My scalpel!
- [Dodger] I've got one.
I'll do it. I learned to cut at sea
in a storm. This should be easy.
[enthralling music playing]
- You're actually enjoying this.
- [chuckles softly] No, I'm not.
Oh. [groans]
Mary Mother of sweet relief!
There goes me boil!
- Who maintains this road?
- Enough.
If you won't stop this madness, I will.
No, wait.
I order you to stop this carriage!
- [Fagin] Whoa!
- [carriage squeals]
Ah. [pants]
Oh.
Uh, do you wanna close or should I?
[horse snorts]
[Manners] Mr. Fagin?
Oh, Mr. Manners.
Can't stop, I'm afraid. I'm off to tiffin
with the Governor. Yeah.
- Bunch up, Cheekybones.
- [Belle] Completely irresponsible.
We have to clean this carriage
and return it.
- Immediately!
- [Fagin] Yes, that's a lovely notion,
but I've got some
important business to deal with.
[Manners] Everything
all right, Mr. Fagin?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, thank you.
Oh, partridge sandwiches for tea,
is it, Governor? Very nice.
All right.
I'll clean your stupid carriage.
[horse snorts]
[suspenseful music playing]
[door opens]
Well, excellent.
- That was exciting, wasn't it?
- Yes, a bit stiff, but much better.
Thank you, Prof. I owe you a sherry.
He's an underrated genius, our Prof.
- Well, that's one way of putting it.
- [groans] Yes.
[Governor groans]
Just don't worry, Father, I'll fix you.
Yes, yes, yes thank you.
Ow!
- [groans] Up, up the step.
- [Lady Jane] In you go, darling.
[Governor groans]
- [Lady Jane] That's it.
- [Governor] Ah!
[Lady Jane] Oh, that's it, darling.
[Fanny] For you.
Lady Fanny! I'm overwhelmed.
Just utterly, radiantly beautiful.
Would you think it strange if I told you
your hair is so lovely,
I want to smoke it in a pipe?
Well, it's the most romantic thing
I've ever heard.
[both chuckle softly]
Would you think it strange if I told you
I wanted to drape your
hair across my face
and look up through it at the sky?
Phineas, I love you.
Is it too soon to say?
I know we only met on Tuesday, but
[softly] Oh, I've loved you
for years and years.
Oh.
How?
I met you in my dreams.
[sighs]
[bell rings]
I had no idea how closely connected
you are to the Governor's family.
Ah! [chuckles] Yeah.
Well, you know, my family, their family.
We're all one family.
[Manners] Uh-huh.
- Are there many investors?
- Oh, yes, yes, many.
More than you can
shake a pig at. [laughs]
Hmm.
Excellent.
Well, then, I am prepared to dabble.
Magnificent.
And the, um, uh, paperwork.
Yes, that will follow swiftly.
Lucky you got in when you did.
There's barely any land left.
Huh.
[chuckles softly]
[church organ music playing]
[Darius] Jesus, I my cross have taken ♪
All to leave and follow Thee ♪
Destitute, despised forsaken ♪
Thou from hence my all shalt be ♪
[claps echo]
I need the rest of them toff names.
One day I'm gonna cut your throat.
It won't be soon,
but you will die by my hand.
Yeah, I hear that a lot.
It don't change the fact that I need you
to pony up them names.
By tomorrow, Darius, I'll expect a list.
Boys, here's to gettin'
strutting pigeoned.
[all laugh, in unison] Pigeoned!
What's this?
[Fagin] What does it look like?
That is down payment on your freedom.
Fagin, I Um
Thank you.
I mean, there's more to come
before we get the shackles off, but
And look, I know I don't often show it
in the way that you'd want,
but you are always tucked away
in me wrinkled old heart.
And I'm, you know,
I'm regretful that, you know,
about what happened between you
and Cheekybones.
But I just don't think
she's safe for you, Dodge.
I thought we weren't supposed to be
seeing each other.
We're not. We can't.
But I had to address this because
it's at the heart of all between us.
I thought the only thing between us
was love, isn't it?
In the carriage today,
when Fagin commandeered it, you
enjoyed it.
You found no semblance of excitement?
None.
- [man groans]
- [objects clatter]
[people laughing]
At first I thought you did this
for survival.
But, Jack, you chase these risks
to feel an exhilaration.
It's an addiction, Jack.
[Dodger sighs]
And I fear that's what I am to you.
No, Belle, you
You're everything to me.
You're the only person in my life
who's ever made me feel safe.
Then why can't you respect my wishes
to be more cautious?
Why can't you understand
how much this scares me?
How can we spend a life together
when you insist on courting danger
at every turn?
It's the only time I ever feel alive.
When the world is crumbling and
It's in that madness that I find clarity.
You say our differences will divide us,
but they're not.
They're what binds us.
Your prudence and my risk-taking.
Your knowledge and my quick hands.
Apart, we're good,
but together we are brilliant.
And not just for the patients.
Come on, admit it,
part of you finds it exciting.
You're not listening.
What excites me is keeping you alive
so we can have a future.
[whispers] We got lucky today.
And it can't happen again.
[melancholic rock song playing]
It's coming 'round again ♪
Slowly creeping hand ♪
Of time and its command ♪
Soon enough it comes ♪
I told you.
She'll always leave.
But I'm here for you to the very end.
This life, well, it's slipping
right through my hands ♪
[Fagin] Come on, my boy.
turned out nothing
like I had planned ♪
[Boxer speaks indistinctly]
Control, well, it's slipping
right through my hands ♪
These days turned out
nothing like I had planned ♪
These days turned out
nothing like I had planned ♪
[singer vocalizing]
[Bramwell] Did you find something, sir?
Intriguing that a carriage
bearing Dr. Dawkins' uncle
contains blood and a scalpel.
[song ends]
[closing theme music playing]