Oliver Twist Script

Characters:

Introduction
 Oliver
 Surgeon 1
 Mrs. Thingummy
 Oliver’s mom
 Mr. Bumble
 Mrs. Mann
 Susan (servant)
 Mr. Limbkins
 Mr. Gamfield
 Magistrate
 Mr. Sowerberry
 Mrs. Sowerberry
 Noah Claypole
 Charlotte
 Dick

Scene 1- Oliver’s birth

-Surgeon
-Mrs. Thingummy
-Oliver’s mom
-Narrator (Oliver)

Narrator (margarita): A long time ago, in a town which name it’s not necessary to mention, it was born a little boy
whose story I will tell… He was born in a workhouse and that could be the best thing that could possibly had occurred to
Oliver as he had many troubles to breathe.
Oliver’s mom: let me see the child and die
Mrs. Thingummy: oh! Do not talk about dying yet! Lord will bless you for sure and you will have a good life!
(The surgeon gives her the baby, she kisses him, and die)
Surgeon: it’s all over Mrs. Thingummy (little pause.) If the child cries, just give him a little gruel.
(Looking at the girl) She was a good-looking girl. Where did she come from?
Mrs. Thingummy: nobody knows where she was from or where she was going, she was just brought here last night.
Surgeon: (raising the girl’s left hand) the same old story, there’s no wedding ring… good night.
Narrator: For the next eight or ten months, Oliver was a victim of a systematic course of treachery and deception. Then
the authorities decided to take him to a branch workhouse some three miles away. There an old woman who received
seven pence each week to take of each child, spent half penny per small head a week. In Oliver’s ninth birthday he was
pale and thin with a diminutive stature. Oliver was sent to the coal-cellar when an unexpected visit arrived…

Mrs. Mann: Goodness gracious! Is that you Mr. Bumble?

(Susan, take Oliver and them two brats upstairs, and wash the directly.)
Mrs. Mann: My heart alive! How glad I’m to see you! Mr. Bumble gave a tremendous shake to the
little wicket and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadles
Mr. Bumble: Do you think is this a respectful or proper conduct Mrs. Mann, to keep the parish officers
a waiting at your garden gate, when they came here upon parochial business with the parochial
orphans? Are you aware, Mrs. Mann, tha you are as I may say, a parochial delegate, and a
stipendiary?
Mrs. Mann: I’m sure Mr. Bumble, that I was only telling one or two of the dear children as is so fond
of you, that it was you coming.
Mr. Bumble: Well Mrs. Mann, it may be as you say. Lead the way in for I come on business, and
have something to say.
Mrs. Mann: Will you take a little drop of something?
Mr. Bumble: Not a drop. Not a drop!
Mrs. Mann: I think you will! Just a little drop, with a little cold water, and a lump of sugar!
(Mr. Bumble coughed)
Mrs. Mann: Now, just a little drop.
Mrs. Bumble: what is it? I drink your health with cheerfulness Mrs. Mann. And now about business,
the boy that was half-baptized Oliver Twist is nine years old today.
Mrs. Mann: Bless him!
Mr. Bumble: We have never been able to discover who his father is, or what was his mother
settlement, name or condition.
Mrs. Mann: How comes he to have a name at all, then?
Mrs. Bumble: I invented it!
Mrs. Mann: You, Mr. Bumble?
Mr. Bumble: I, Mrs. Mann. We name our fondling in alphabetical order. The last was a S, Swubble, I
named him. The next one will be a U, Unwin. I got names ready made to the end of the alphabet.
Mrs. Mann: Why? You are quite literary character Mr. Bumble.
Mr. Bumble: Well, Oliver being now too old to remain here, the board has determined to have him
back in the workhouse. I have come out to take him there… So let me see him at once.
Mrs. Mann: I’ll fetch him directly!
(Oliver gets in the room)
Mrs. Mann: Make a bow to the gentlemen, Oliver!
Mr. Bumble: Will you go along with me Oliver?
Oliver: Will she go with me?
Mr. Bumble: No, she can’t, but she’ll visit you sometimes.
Oliver accepted going with Mr. Bumble. They were finally at the workhouse.
Narrator: after the sixth month since Oliver arrived to the workhouse, the laws changed, so the kids had less food to eat.
Three more months after suffering the tortures of dying slowly of hunger, they were eating when some boys decided to
scarify Oliver to ask for more food as they were still hungry…

Oliver: Please, sir! I want some more!

Master: Whaaaaat!! (Amazed and angrily)
Oliver: Please, sir! I want some more!
(At the moment Mr. Bumble saw this happening, he goes towards Oliver, took him by the arm and
ask for pardon to Mr. Limbkins)
Mr. Bumble: Mr. Limbkins, I beg you pardon, sir! Oliver Twist had asked for more!
Mr. Limbkins: For more!? Compose yourself, Bumble, do I understand that he had asked for more,
after he had eaten his ration?
Mr. Bumble: He did, sir!
After this happened, Oliver Twist got punished, he was locked in a small dark room.

Dialogue// They made Oliver pay his misbehave leaving him in a room without food and water.

Chapter 3

Narrator: After the incident in the kitchen, the authorities decided to paste a chart on the front door in which they offer
Oliver and five pounds. There on the street was a man on a donkey. He was worried about his lack of money to pay the
rent when he saw the chart. He took out of the donkey not before gave him a couple of knocks on his head and he read the
chart. Without thinking, he asked for the child and the money. Mr. Bumble as soon as he could, took out the boy to leave
him with Mr. Gamfield. The court after analyzing the problems of being an chimney-sweeping’s servant and seeing Oliver
crying, screaming and refusing to go with him, decided to keep the boy.

Some time has passed now. Mr. Bumble was walking when he saw Mr. Sowerberry.
Dialogue:
(Mr. Bumble took Oliver with Mr. Sowerberry.)

Mr. Sowerberry: I’ve taken the measure of the two women that died last night, Mr. Bumble.
Mr. Bumble: You’ll make your fortune Mr. Sowerberry!
Mr. Sowerberry: Think so? The prices allowed by the board are very small Mr. Bumble.
Mr. Bumble: So are the coffins
Mr. Sowerberry: Well, there’s no denying that, since the new system of feeding has come in, the
coffins are something narrower and shallower than they used to be; but we must have some profit!
Mr. Bumble: By the bye, you don’t know anybody who wants a boy, do you?
Mr. Sowerberry: Gadsol! That’s the very thing I wanted to speak to you about! You know…
 (The two man kept on talking about it, Oliver was finally given as a parochial prentice.
So, Mr. Bumble looked for Oliver, and told him the news.)
Mr. Bumble: Oliver!
Oliver: Yes sir!
Mr. Bumble: Pull that cap off your eyes, and hold up your head sir! Come, you will go with a man that
will take care of you and teach you an occupation (They are walking to Mr. Sowerberry’s place)
Well! Of all the ungreatfullest, and worst disposed boys as ever I see, Oliver, you are the … (Mr.
Bumble got interrupted by Oliver)
Oliver: No, no sir! I will be good indeed; indeed I will sir! I am a very little boy, sir! And it is so, so…
(Oliver got interrupted by Bumble)
Mr. Bumble: So what?
Oliver: So lonely, sir! Everybody hates me. Oh sir! Don’t; don’t pray be cross to me!
(Mr. Bumble took Oliver with Mr. Sowerberry)
Mr. Bumble: Here I’ve brought you the boy!
Mr. Sowerberry: Oh, is it? Mrs. Sowerberry! Will you have the goodness to come here a moment, my
dear?
(Mrs. Sowerbery enters the room)
Mr. Sowerberry: My dear! This is the boy from the workhouse I told you of.
Mrs. Sowerberry: Dear me! He’s very small.
Mr. Bumble: Well, is he rather small (Looking at Oliver) He’s small. There’s no denying it, but he’ll
grow Mrs. Sowerberry, he’ll grow

Now Oliver lives in a Mortuary with Mr. and Mrs. Sowerberry, and a boy becomes jealous of him.
Dialogue

Noah: Open the door, will yer?

Oliver: I will, Sir!
Noah: I suppose you’re the new boy, ain’t you?
Oliver: Yes, sir!
Noah: How old are you?
Oliver: Ten, sir!
Noah: Then I’ll whop you when I get in, you just see if I don’t, that’s all my workus brat.
Oliver: I beg you pardon sir! Did you knock?
Noah: I kicked!
Oliver: Did you want a coffin sir?
Noah: You don’t know who I am, I suppose, workus?
Oliver: No, Sir!
Noah: I am Mister Noah Claypole! And you’re under me. Take down the shutter, yer idle young
ruffian

Mr. Sowerberry gives Oliver all the food that was left which anyone was able to eat, but the poor boy eats everything as
he was not acostumed to have those, that was a banquet for him.

Charlotte: Come near the fire Noah, I saved a nice little bacon for you from master’s breakfast.
There’s your tea; take it away to that box, and drink it there, and make haste, for they’ll want you to
mind the shop. Do you hear?
Noah: Do you hear workus?
Charlotte: Lord Noah! What a rum creature you are! Why don’t you let the boy alone?
Noah: Let him alone! Everybody has let him alone, his father, his mother! He needs someone who
doesn’t let him alone

Narrator: Mr. Sowerberry had the idea of taking Oliver at the funeral as his face seems sad and melancholic all the time
and it would benefit his business. Oliver listened to every word Mr sowerberry said. His opportunity took place really fast
as Mr. Bumble came the next morning to get a coffin for an ungrateful family, that didn’t accept some medicine for a
woman some nights before.

(simulation of the funeral)

Mr. Sowerberry taught Oliver his business and Oliver learned all he could. One month had passed and Oliver was
officially a prentice of Mr. Sowerberry, but not all the things were good for him. Abuses caused by the jealousness of
Noah were present all the time until Oliver get tired of it.

Noah: Workus! How’s your mother?

Oliver: She´s dead! Don’t you say anything about her to me!
Noah: What did she die of Workus?
Oliver: Of a broken heart, some of our old nurses told me! I think I know what it must be to die of that!
Noah: Tol de rol lol lol, right fool lairy workus! (Oliver cried) What’s sets you a sniveling now?
Oliver: Not because of you, there: that’s enough. Don’t say anything more about her to me; you’d
better not! (Oliver said angrily)
(Noah kept bothering Oliver, so that Oliver got so mad, but he was controlling himself until Noah
called Oliver’s mother “a right down badun”, Noah was basically calling Oliver’s mother a
prostitute, Oliver got so mad that he couln’t control himself anymore)
Oliver: What did you say
Noah: A regular right badun, workus!
 (Oliver was so amd that he overthrew the chair and table; seized Noah by the throt; shooked him, in
the violence of his rage, till his teeth chattered in his head; and collecting his whole force into one
heavy blow, felled him to the ground)
Noah: He’ll murder me! Charlotte!! Missis! Here is the new boy a murdering of me! Help me! Oliver’s
gone mad!! Char – lotte!!
(Charlotte enter the room)
Charlotte: Oh, you! Little wretch! (Looking mad at Oliver) You, little ungrateful, murderous, horrid
villain!
(In every syllable Charlotte gave s blow to Oliver, Mrs. Sowerberry appeared and Charlotte told her
everything had happen)
Mrs. Sowerberry: Oh Charlotte! What a mercy we have not all been murdered in oour beds!
Charlotte: What a mercy indeed! Poor Noah, he was all but killed, ma’am, when I came in!

Narrator: They took Oliver and left him in the basement. Noah ran to look for Mr. Bumble who blame all the food Oliver
eat of his mistake. Mr. Sowerberry arrived and with the amazement over Oliver’s misbehave and with the pressure of his
wife he knock Oliver. Oliver laid on the basement and the door was left open, when he was sure everyone sleeps he go out
and see the place. He sees outside the house and go back to the basement. In the morning just before the sunset comes, he
left the house. Oliver started walking. He had walked a lot until he wanted to pee. When he realized he was in front of the
workhouse where he was farmed and a friend of him

Oliver: Hush, Dick! Is anyone up? (Dick, ran to the gate to greet Oliver)
Dick: Nobody but me!
Oliver: You musn’t say you saw me Dick! I’m running away! They beat and ill-use me, Dick; and I am
going to seek my fortune, some long way off. I don´t know where. How pale you are!
Dick: I heard the docter tell them I was dying! I am very glad to see you, dear; but don’t stop, don’t
stop!
Oliver: Yes, yes, I will, to say goodbye yo you! I shall see you again Dick. I know I shall! You will be
well and happy!
Dick: I hope so! After I am dead, but not before. I know the doctor must be right Oliver, because I
dream so much about Heaven and Angels, and kind faces that I never see when I am awake.
Kiss me!! Good bye dear! God bless you! (Dick hugged Oliver)

Rising action
 Oliver
 Jack Dawkins (The Dodger)
 Charley Bates
 Fagin
 Mr. Brownlow
  Book stall keeper
 Police officer
 Magistrate
 Doctor
 Mrs. Bedwin
 Bill Sikes
 Nancy


8- Narrator only (Personification)

Oliver walked, walked, and walked looking behind him with fear someone could follow him. He walked until he was near
to London. He saw a big signboard that said London was just 70 miles away. He though that even Mr. Bumble could not
found him there. His belongings were a short, two pair of stockings and a penny that Mr. Sowerberry has given him after a
job, but all of these are too little to face the cold winter.
Oliver was hungry this was the second time he have walked alone: Everyone seemed to be afraid of him. A man noticed
that Oliver was hungry and gave him a piece of bread and cheese.
The time passed and the poor boy continued walking.
Dialogue.

Oliver: Today is my seventh day walking, I´m really tired and my feet are bleeding, I think is a good
idea to take a sit for a moment.

Finally, he was found for a youg gentleman.

Dodger: Hello my covey! what´s the row?

Oliver: I´m very hungry and tired (crying) I have walked a long way, all these seven days.

Dodger: Walking for seven days! Come with me I know a place in which you are going to eat. This is
the adjacent chandler shop, i´m going to buy ham and a hal-quartern loaf, I call it ¨a fourpenny bran¨
Now eat! - Going to London?

Oliver: Yes!

Dodger: Got any lodgings?

Oliver: No.

Dodger: Money?

Oliver: No! Do you live in London?

Dodger: Yes, I do. I suppose you want some place to sleep into night, don´t you?

Oliver: Yes! I really want!

Dodger: Ok, you will come with me. I know a spectable old gentleman that lives there. He´s going to
help you.

(the dodger whistles in a door)

Fagin: Now then Who´s there?

Dodger: Plummy and slam!

Fagin: There´s two on you. Who´s the other one?

Dodger: A new pal!

Fagin: Where did he come from?

Dodger: Greenland. Now let´s enter. There are many people inside, but don´t be afraid, they are
friendly, we´re going to have dinner here.

Chapter IX

Fagin: Aha! Clever dogs! Clever dogs! M y boys are clever dogs! Staunch to the last! They never told
the old parson where they were. I have fine fellows, they really are. They got me such beautiful
watches, I have at least half a dozen, also I have rings, brooches, bracelets, and all of this is costly
workmanship. What a fine thing apital punishment is! Dead men never bring awkward stories to light.

(Oliver saw everything, and suddenly the Jew realized it, he knew that he had been observed. He
close the box with a loud crash, and took the knife that was on the table, started furiously.)

Fagin: What do you want me for? What have you seen? Speak out, boy! Quick-quick for your life.

Oliver: I was not able to sleep any longer, sir! I am very sorry if I have disturbed you, sir.

Fagin: You were not awake an hour ago?

Oliver: No, no indeed!

Fagin: Are you sure?

Oliver: Upon my word! I was not sir.

Fagin: Tush, Tush my dear. Don´t worry, I was just playing, I was trying to frighten you. You are a
brave boy. Did you see any of these pretty things, my dear?

Oliver: Yes, sir.

Fagin: Ah! They are mine Oliver, my little property. All I have to live upon, in my old age. (The other
boys arrived) Oh! There are my boys. I hope you have been at work this morning, my dears?

Bates: Hard, as nails!

Fagin: Good boys. What have you got, Dodger?

Dodger: A couple of pocket-books.

Fagin: And what have you got, Bates?

Bates: Wipes, very good ones.

Fagin: Good job my boys! Now we are going to play a game, you must learn Oliver! Pay attention. It
consist in that I put a hand kerchief in the pocket, and ther have to take it out without I noticed it. They
are really good. Do you want to learn Oliver?

Oliver: I would like, sir.

Fagin: Ok. Is my handkerchief hanging out of my pocket, my dear?

Oliver: Yes, sir.

Fagin: See if you can take it out within my feeling. (Oliver takes it) -It is gone?

Oliver: Here it is, sir.

Fagin: you are a clever boy, my dear. If you go on in this way, you wilol be the greatest man of the
time, here you have a shilling.

Chapter 10 & 11

Narrator: after some days of picking out the marks of the handkerchiefs, Oliver wanted to go out and work as his new
pals, and he was allowed to do it.
(The Dodger, Bates, and Oliver are in the street, the boys, except Oliver are stealing things, but Oliver don’t notice it.
Then, they see someone that looks interesting. The Dodger stops Oliver)
Oliver: what’s the matter?
Dodger: Hush! Look at the man at the book stall, he’s going to be the man.
(Oliver stands still while he starts realizing what the kids are doing. They run after taking the handkerchief. As Oliver is
shocked, he stands paralyzed for a second, then run, at this moment Mr. Brownlow notice that he’s missing his
handkerchief)
Book-stall keeper: Stop thief! Stop thief!
Mr. Brownlow: (running after Oliver) Stop thief! Stop thief!
(People running, confusion, someone hits Oliver, he falls down and has difficulties to stand.)
Oliver: it wasn’t me, sir, indeed sir! It was two other boys, they are here somewhere!
Officer: come, get up!
Mr. Brownlow: don’t hurt him sir. He looks ill already, he has hurt himself!
Oppressor: I did that sir, I stopped him with a punch.
(They go to the court)
Magistrate: What’s the matter here? Who are you?
Mr. Brownlow: My name is Brownlow and…
Magistrate: hold your tongue! Officer, who is this man? What are the charges against him?
Officer: he’s not charge, your worship. He appears against the boy. The boy stole his handkerchief.
Mr. Brownlow: but I’m not sure that this is the boy that commit the robbery. I just ran after him because he ran too. But
there’s something in his face that looks really familiar to me.
Magistrate: what’s the name of the boy?
(The officer tries to make him speak, but Oliver is not completely conscious. So he invents the name)
Officer: Tom White. I think he is actually ill, sir.
Mr. Brownlow: take care of him, officer, he may fall down.
Magistrate: he’s faking officer, just let him (pauses to make the verdict.) I decided that he stands committed for three
months- hard labor of course…
Book-stall keeper: (arriving to the place) stop, stop! Don’t take him away!
Magistrate: what’s the matter now? Who is this?
Book-stall keeper: I keep the bookstall, sir. I saw everything. This was not the boy who stole the gentleman’s
handkerchief. There were three boy, and the robbery was committed by another boy while the gentleman was reading.
Magistrate: why didn’t you come before?
Book-stall keeper: because I couldn’t find anyone to keep the shop for a while. Everyone ran after the boy.
Magistrate: he was reading, was he?
Book-stall keeper: yes, sir, the very book he has in his hand.
Magistrate: oh! That book, is it paid?
Book-stall keeper: no, sir.
Mr. Brownlow: (noticing the book) oh! I forgot everything about it!
Magistrate: a nice person who prefers to charge a poor boy! That’s really suspicious! You’re lucky that the owner of the
book is not charging you! The boy is discharge. Clear the office. Clear the office!

Chapter 12
Narrator: as Oliver was abandoned in the pavement after the judgement, Mr. Brownlow took him with no waste of time
to his house near Penton Ville. Here, he was treated kindly, and he had a comfortable place to sleep, but he couldn’t feel
any of the cares that he was given. He was unconscious and victim of a big fever for many days. When he finally awoke,
he notice that he was in a different place, but he was comfortable in that place, and the people who was taking care of him
were very nice to him.
(Mrs. Bedwin looking at Oliver in delight as he is better now, she starts to cry of happiness. Oliver notices this)
Mrs. Bedwin: don’t pay attention to me, my dear! I’m only crying because I am happy that you are better now!
Oliver: you’re very, very kind to me ma’am
Mrs. Bedwin: well, never mind that, my dear. Now let’s get ready because Mr. Brownlow may come to see you, and we
must dress our better looks.
(As Mrs. Bedwin is looking for clothes, Oliver looks a portrait)
Mrs. Bedwin: did you find pictures, dear?
Oliver: Mmm, I don’t know ma’am. I haven’t seen many pictures in my life. (Amazed) what a beautiful, mild face that
lady is!
Mrs. Bedwin: well, painters always make ladies look prettier that they are, so that they get more money. This is a portrait,
my dear.
Oliver: who’s she ma’am?
Mrs. Bedwin: I don’t know, my dear. Someone that any of us knows.
Oliver: her eyes make my heart beat as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn’t.
Mrs. Bedwin: Lord save us! You’re weak and nervous after your illness, let me move you so that you cannot see that
picture any more.
(Mr. Brownlow comes, knocks at the door)
Mrs. Bedwin: Come in.
Mr. Brownlow: Poor boy, Poor boy. (Coughs) I’m afraid I have caught cold, Mrs. Bedwin.
Mrs. Bedwin: I hope not, sir.
Mr. Brownlow: I don’t know, Bedwin. How do you feel, my dear?
Oliver: Very happy, sir. And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me.
Mr. Brownlow: Good, by. Have you given him any food, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?
Mrs. Bedwin: He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir.
Mr. Brownlow: a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn’t they, Tom
White, eh?
Oliver: My name is Oliver, sir.
Mr. Brownlow: Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?
Oliver: No, sir. Oliver Twist.
Mr. Brownlow: Queer name! What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?
Oliver: I never told him so, sir
Mr. Brownlow: Some mistake
Oliver: I hope you are not angry with me, sir?’
Mr. Brownlow: No, No. Why! What’s this? Bedwin, look there!

Chapter 13
Narrator: Coming back in the time to the day of the robbery, it is needed to say that after watching the boys coming
without Oliver, Fagin –the Jew- was afraid that Oliver could speak about them to the authorities. So His colleague, Bill
Sikes told him to look for him in the police office with the help of Nancy, a young woman that Oliver met before in the
thieves’ place. She was the chosen one for the job because anyone knew about her in the city. When she went to the
office, she realized that Oliver was taken by a man after he was discharged from the robbery.
(It can be include a short scene where Nancy is crying for her “little brother” Oliver and the officer tells her that he was
taken by an old gentleman)

Chapter 14
Narrator: in Mr. Brownlow’s place, the conversation about the portrait had been taken away from Oliver as he was still
so weak to wake up for breakfast. The old gentleman and the old lady took the picture off the wall. When Oliver was able
to get up and see the wall were the picture had been once, he realized that it was no longer there.
Narrator: one week after Oliver notice that the picture was missing, his presence was required at Mr. Brownlow’s study.

(Oliver waiting at the study, watching a book)

Mr. Brownlow: There are a good many books, are there not, my boy?

Oliver: A great number, I never saw so many, sir.

Mr. Brownlow: You shall read them, if you behave well. (Oliver smiles) I want you to pay great attention, my boy, to
what I am going to say. I shall talk to you without any reserve; because I am sure you are well able to understand me, as
many older persons would be.

Oliver: Oh, don’t tell you are going to send me away, sir, pray! Don’t turn me out of doors to wander in the streets again.
Let me stay here, and be a servant.

Mr. Brownlow: My dear child, you need not be afraid of my deserting you, unless you give me cause.

Oliver: I never, never will, sir

Mr. Brownlow: I hope not. I do not think you ever will. Many people who I wanted to protect had betrayed me, but I
feel strongly disposed to trust you. You told me that you are an orphan, and the information that I got says the same.
What I want, my dear boy is that you to tell me your story, I really wish to know about you.

Narrator: Oliver started weeping and he was not able to say a word for a moment. And when he finally disposed himself
to talk about how he had been brought up at the farm, and carried to the workhouse by Mr. Bumble, he was interrupted
by a knock. Mr. Grimwig, who was an old friend of Mr. Brownlow was coming. They took tea together, and Oliver’s story
was postponed for the next day.

(The book’stall keeper enter to other part of the house and left some books, then he leaves)

Mr. Brownlow: was that the owner of the book stall, Mrs. Bedwin? Ask him to stop, I want to pay the books and give
him back the others as soon as possible.

Mrs. Bedwin: he’s already gone, sir.

Oliver: I can go to deliver the books, sir! I won’t be ten minutes!

Mr. Brownlow: you shall, my dear. The books are over there.

Mr. Grimwig: I am sure that he won’t come back

Mr. Brownlow: I’m sure he will.

Chapter 15
Narrator: Oliver was walking with all the books. The thought that he knew the way to the book-stall, but he got lost
when he took the wrong path. He was trying to figure out the correct way when he felt someone’s hands around his neck.
Nancy: Oh my gracious! I have found him! Oh! Oliver! Oliver! Oh you naughty boy, to make me suffer such distress on
your account! Come home, dear, come. Oh, I’ve found him. Thank gracious goodness heavins, I’ve found him. I’m better
now. Come home directly, you cruel boy! Come! (To the public) He ran away, near a month ago, from his parents, who
are hard-working and respectable people; and went and joined a set of thieves and bad characters; and almost broke his
mother’s heart.

Oliver: (also, to the public) I am not. I don’t know her. I don’t have any sister, or father and mother either. I’m an
orphan; I live at Penton Ville.

Nancy: Only hear him, how he braves it out!

Oliver: Why, it’s Nancy

Nancy: You see he knows me! He can’t help himself. Let’s go home

Oliver: I don’t belong to them. I don’t know them. Help! Help!

(And Nancy takes Oliver where the Thiefs were.)

CHAPTER XVI RELATES WHAT BECAME OF OLIVER TWIST, AFTER HE HAD BEEN CLAIMED BY NANCY

The narrow streets and courts, at length, terminated in a large open space; scattered about which, were pens for beasts,
and other indications of a cattle-market. Sikes slackened his pace when they reached this spot: the girl being quite
unable to support any longer, the rapid rate at which they had hitherto walked. Turning to Oliver, he roughly
commanded him to take hold of Nancy’s hand

Sikes: Do you hear?

(as Oliver hesitated, and looked round)

(They were in a dark corner, quite out of the track of passengers. Oliver saw, but too plainly, that resistance would be of
no avail. He held out his hand, which Nancy clasped tight in hers)

Sikes: Give me the other. (seizing Oliver’s unoccupied hand ) Here, Bull’s-Eye!

Sikes: See here, boy! (putting his other hand to Oliver’s throat) if he speaks ever so soft a word, hold him! D’ye mind!

The dog growled again; and licking his lips, eyed Oliver as if he were anxious to attach himself to his windpipe without
delay.

Sikes: He’s as willing as a Christian, strike me blind if he isn’t! Now, you know what you’ve got to expect, master, so call
away as quick as you like; the dog will soon stop that game. Get on, young’un.

They had hurried on a few paces, when a deep church-bell struck the hour. With its first stroke, his two conductors
stopped, and turned their heads in the direction whence the sound proceeded

Nancy: Eight o’ clock, Bill. ( When the bell ceased.)

Sikes: What’s the good of telling me that; I can hear it, can’t I

Nancy: ‘I wonder whether THEY can hear it.

Sikes: Of course they can. It was Bartlemy time when I was shopped; and there warn’t a penny trumpet in the fair, as I
couldn’t hear the squeaking on

Nancy: Poor fellow! Oh, Bill, such fine young chaps as them
Sikes: Yes; that’s all you women think of. Fine young chaps! Well, they’re as good as dead, so it don’t much matter

Mr. Sikes appeared to repress a rising tendency to jealousy, and, clasping Oliver’s wrist more firmly, told him to step out
again

Nancy: Wait a minute! I wouldn’t hurry by, if it was you that was coming out to be hung, the next time eight o’clock
struck, Bill. I’d walk round and round the place till I dropped, if the snow was on the ground, and I hadn’t a shawl to
cover me

Sikes: (unsentimental) And what good would that do? Unless you could pitch over a file and twenty yards of good stout
rope, you might as well be walking fifty mile off, or not walking at all, for all the good it would do me. Come on, and
don’t stand preaching there.

Chapter 16

Chapter 17:
Narrator only:
Mr. Bumble goes to London where he sees an advertisement five guineas reward to the one who says something about
Oliver Twist. As quick as a lion Mr. Bumble mmakes his path to Mr. Brownlow house. Mr Brownlow welcomed him
impatientely and Mr. Bumble says everything he knows about Oliver who was an orphan. He was born and vicious
parents. He displayed no better qualities than trachery, ingratitud or malice. Now Mr. Brownlow thinks Oliver was an
imposter, but Mrs. Bedwin didn't believe it. Unfortunately, Mr. Brownlow didn't want to know any more about Oliver
Twist.
Chapter 18
Narrator: Oliver passed his time in the improving society of his reputable friends.
Chapter 19
The Jew arrived to the tabern where the others thieves were.
After the arrangement for getting Oliver for Mr. Sikes, Fagin says good night for all of them. It was planned three of them
would participate. Nancy will take Oliver away with her.
Chapter 20
Oliver wakes up and sees a new pair of shoes. He was expecting his release but that feeling disappears when the Jew tells
him he was to be taken to Bill Sikes residence that night. Oliver was chosen to make a job for Bill.
He got terrified of the story becauseit was about unnamed acts that thieves do. They fell asleep and it was halfpast five,
Sikes wakes him up to have breakfast.
Chapter 21
Narrator Only: It was a rainy morning. It has been raining in the night and no body seems to be on the street. It
wasnoisless and empty. Then, they arrived to smithfield and went through the people. They had dinner nand Oliver
wonders where they were going. They stayed there until it was quite dark. The night comes and they walked without
speaking. They went into a lonely road until they arrived near a bridge. Oliver thought Sikes took himthere to murder
him, suddenly, he saw a solitary house in ruinsand decayed, they entered the house together.
Chapter 22.
(At the endof the chapter)
They heard the cry of someone and suddenly two man appeared at the top of the stairs. Oliver heard a loud nosie watch
the smoke, then Sikes took him by the collar and drag him. Then, the sensation of being carried was felt by the boy. He
saw or heard nothing. Sikes left him to run away. He made a lot of noise to call their presecutor's attention.
Chapter 24.
Narrator: While Oliver laid on the ground, more things were happening...
Chapter 25:
The jew was looking for sikesand the boy. He went to the cripples to ask for them, but he couldn't find them. The, he took
a car to move looking for them. He went to Nancy's room and saw her with her head laying on the table. He incorporated
himself.
Chapter 26.
Narrator: ( Personification)
Going back to Mrs. Corney's part of the story. She arrived to the house looking irritated and Mr. Bumble offered a drink.
(Write chapter 26 from the Script)
Chapter 28 (Narrador On your script Margarethxd)
Narrator: Mr. Giles and Mr. Brittes, who were a servants of the house that the thieves tred to rob, were following the man.
Full of fear both of them , but thery didn't left those thieves scare Mrs. Maylie and Rose. After their going back to the
hosue to brag about what they did and how brave they felt.
Chapter 29 (on the script)
chapter 30-31 (At the end) Narrador (Script)
Chapter 32
Narrator: (Simulation)
When Oliver get better, Dr. Losberne took him to Mr. Brownlow's house. On the way, oliver said that the house right in
their way was the one of the thieves. Dr. Losberne become angry and went straight to the house. Took the man and said
that he knew who he was; he looked around the house and notices that it was not as Oliver's description an he left the
house leaving a pen to the man.