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An unknown girl dies in childbirth at a county workhouse, giving birth to a son. Who is she? What will become of her child? Starring; Lysette Anthony, Ben Rodska, Eric Porter, Michael Attwell, Godfrey James, Frank Middlemass.
An unknown girl dies in childbirth at a county workhouse, giving birth to a son. Who is she? What will become of her child? Starring; Lysette Anthony, Ben Rodska, Eric Porter, Michael Attwell, Godfrey James, Frank Middlemass.
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00:00You
02:05He's a-going-off.
02:07I'll be the judge of that.
02:11The workhouse has acquired one more pauper.
02:14Let me see my child before I die.
02:25There mustn't talk of dying yet.
02:27Oh, bless her dear aunt.
02:29When she's lived as long as I have and had 13 children of her own, all of them did except two and them in this workhouse, she'll know better than to take on so, dear young lamb.
02:39Oh, my God.
02:42Oh, my God.
02:51Oh, my God.
03:05Oh, my God.
03:35It's all over.
03:50Aye, she's gone.
03:52The boy will be of trouble to keep alive too, sir.
03:55Very likely.
03:57But there's little I can do about that.
03:59You're in the right there, sir.
04:01Will you take a little against the cold?
04:05It's a raw night.
04:08So it is.
04:08Wet and cold enough in all conscience.
04:11I will take something, yeah.
04:14What's your name, old woman?
04:16They call me Old Sally, sir.
04:19I dare say you've seen a good many come into the world here in this room.
04:23I've seen a deal more go out of it, sir.
04:27So have I come to that.
04:30I haven't been very ill-paid for my trouble.
04:34Where's she come from?
04:35Nobody knows, sir.
04:39So very young.
04:42Good looking girl, too.
04:46The old trouble, I see.
04:48No wedding ring.
04:50Oh, sus, sus, kind, you.
04:54You dear mother's at rest.
04:57Lay the girl out decently.
05:00Yes, sir.
05:01Good night to you, sir.
05:03Good night.
05:03Good night.
05:22Ah.
05:23Ah.
05:24Ah.
05:25No!
05:44Boys! Boys is me favourite, Mr Boundmore.
05:48It's two months, Mrs Mann.
05:50The female inmate who provided the nourishment,
05:54having today left the establishment,
05:56the parish authorities have decided that the infants shall be farmed.
06:00The number of infants in your care now stands at...
06:0327, sir.
06:05Alas, the Lord see fit to take two of them last month.
06:10And three the month before.
06:13Sad, Mr Boundmore.
06:15For worse, I cause it. Here you are, a second mother to them.
06:18A mother, sir! How true!
06:21And the little imps crawl into your fire,
06:23score themselves,
06:24dead under your wash tub,
06:25smother themselves in bed,
06:27go up with coals.
06:28Not for one to care himself.
06:30I should think not, Mrs Mann.
06:33Not when the board provides a generous stipend of sevenpence,
06:37half penny per head per week for their keep.
06:39Including my provision, Mr Boundmore,
06:41I have to drink and eat, sir.
06:43To keep my strength up, I'd be warned to shatter else.
06:46So I can see, Mrs Mann. So I can see.
06:48But you must not overfeed them, you know.
06:50Trust me, sir, I...
06:51Bad for their health, Mrs Mann.
06:53The parish authorities know it is the Lord's will
06:56when so many of your charges go to his bosom.
06:58Amen.
07:00I live for me Bible and me good works.
07:04And the Brat Oval, is he?
07:06Oh, the angel.
07:08Oh, the little angel.
07:12Baptised and provided with a name, Mrs Mann.
07:15In case he, er...
07:17It goes all sudden.
07:18Provided, Mr Bumble?
07:20Was he not born with a name?
07:22Notwithstanding an awful reward of ten pound,
07:25notwithstanding the most superlative
07:27and, I may say, supernatural exertions on the part of this parish,
07:31we have not been able to discover who is father
07:34or what his mother's name or condition.
07:36Looks, Mr Bumble.
07:38How come he to have any name at all, then?
07:41Ah.
07:42I went in it, Mrs Mann.
07:44You, Mr Bumble.
07:46I, Mrs Mann.
07:48We name our fondlings in alphabetical order.
07:51I've got ready-made names all the way to the end of the alphabet
07:55and all the way through it again when we come to Z.
07:58The last was an S.
08:00Schwabble, I named him.
08:02This was a T.
08:04Twist, I named him.
08:06And to go with it, I thought on Oliver.
08:09The next as comes will be Unwin.
08:11And the one after that, Wilkins.
08:13Why, you're quite a literary character, sir.
08:17That time may be, Mrs Mann.
08:20That time may be.
08:23Oliver.
08:24Oliver Twist.
08:27A lovely name.
08:30A lovely name.
08:31Mmm...
08:33Mmm...
08:34Mmm...
08:35Mmm...
08:36aaah...
08:37AAah...
08:39Ah...
08:40ah...
08:42Aaaaaah...
08:43aaaah...
08:44Aaaaah...
08:45Aaaaaah...
08:46Aaaaaah...
08:47More elbow grease, lad.
09:05Morning, Bumbo.
09:07Morning, Master.
09:08My time another farm brat was brought up here to work.
09:15Yes, Master.
09:16We don't feed you porpoise to stay idle.
09:19Indeed we don't, Bumbo.
09:20Now, sir, who shall it be?
09:26Mum?
09:27Oh, here.
09:28Now then, Oliver, did you say your prayers this morning?
09:33Yes, Mum.
09:34Have you chopped the firewood?
09:35Yes, Mum.
09:36And brought in the coals?
09:38I can see you have.
09:41After all, I've taught you about cleanliness.
09:45Well, Oliver, dear, this is a special day for you.
09:49You're eight years old today.
09:51Am I, Mum?
09:53Bless you, boy.
09:54Can you not count?
09:55I've taught you up to ten, haven't I?
09:57Yes, Mum.
09:58And you can spell words from the good book, and you can recite the commandments, thanks
10:02to me.
10:03Yes, Mum.
10:04Yes, eight years old this morn.
10:07I might have a little surprise for you.
10:10Yes, Mum.
10:11Yes, Mum.
10:12Please, Mum.
10:13Is it a piece of bread?
10:15Watch yourself and fetch a cap, boy.
10:17Look's up!
10:18Yes, Mum.
10:21No more of that.
10:22Stop that abadding!
10:25Mrs. Mann!
10:27Mrs. Mann!
10:29Mrs. Mann!
10:30Do you think this respectful of proper conduct, Mrs. Mann?
10:33To keep a parochial officer waiting when he comes upon parochial business?
10:36Oh, my heart alive, Mr. Bumble.
10:38I'm glad I am to see you, surely.
10:40I should hope so, Mrs. Mann.
10:41Seeing as you are, I may say, a parochial stipendary.
10:44Now, don't be offended, but you've had a long walk, or I wouldn't mention it.
10:48A little drop or something, Mr. Bumble.
10:50Not a drop.
10:51Not a drop, Mum.
10:52Oh, I think you will.
10:54Just a little drop, and a little hot water, and a lump of sugar.
11:06What is it?
11:07What I'm obliged to keep in the hour is to put in the blessed infant's physic when they
11:11ain't well, Mr. Bumble.
11:13It's gin.
11:14I won't deceive you.
11:16It's gin.
11:18You give this to the children, Mum?
11:20Ah, bless him, that I do, dear as it is.
11:24I couldn't see him suffer before me very eyes, you know.
11:27No, Mum, you could not.
11:29You are a humane woman, Mrs. Mann,
11:32and I shall take an early opportunity of mentioning it to the board.
11:37You feel as a mother, Mrs. Mann,
11:41and I drink your health with cheerfulness, Mrs. Mann.
11:46And now, Mum, about business.
11:49Master Oliver Twist.
11:51Bless him.
11:52Oliver!
11:53It's been about healthy exercises.
11:56Oh, look at the little angel now.
12:01Make a bow to the gentleman, Oliver.
12:05Now, will you go along with me, Oliver?
12:08I told you I had a surprise for you.
12:10Will you go with me?
12:11No, she can't.
12:13But she may visit you sometimes.
12:16Oh, mustn't take on.
12:19Here.
12:22Greed.
12:23Greed, Mrs. Mann.
12:25That will have to be corrected.
12:27Now, come, lad.
12:29You ought to go before the board.
12:31The board?
12:33A wooden board, sir.
12:35This new poor law will be the salvation of the labouring classes.
12:39You think so, sir?
12:41I know so, sir.
12:42Outdoor relief will be sorely missed.
12:45I know many a family who would have starved without it.
12:48Hunger teaches a poor man independence.
12:52And work teaches him his duty.
12:54I agree.
12:55Poverty must not be made an excuse for idleness.
12:58Idleness is a deadly sin, you know.
13:00Precisely, sir.
13:01Would you have the parish take the devil's part, sir?
13:05No, indeed, sir.
13:06But a poor man may be overcome by misfortune through no fault of his own.
13:10Then the board must encourage him to be more careful.
13:13And you won't do that by making the workhouse too comfortable.
13:17Here, here.
13:18Free breakfast, dinner and supper ain't the way, sir.
13:22This workhouse is becoming a regular place of public entertainment.
13:52icemail màucuss
14:10Bow to the water.
14:16What's your name, boy?
14:22Olive twist, sir.
14:25Boy's a fool!
14:28Why listen to me. You know you're an orphan, I suppose.
14:33What's that, sir?
14:35The boy is a fool. I thought he was.
14:38Will you know you have no father or mother and were brought up by the parish?
14:43Yes, sir.
14:45What are you snivelling for?
14:48I hope you say your prayers every night like a Christian
14:52and pray for the people who feed you and take care of you.
14:58Yes, sir.
14:59Well, you have come here to be educated and to be taught a useful trade.
15:04So you'll begin to pick Oakham tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock.
15:11Do you not know what Oakham is, boy?
15:15You will learn by the practical method.
15:27Get over there!
15:33Cold work, ain't it?
15:36Was it fun? It's open.
15:39It stops bolts from sinking.
15:41Fills up the holes, see?
15:43Keeps out the water.
15:47Makes your head hurt, too.
15:50We've got another six hours of it, yeah.
15:52And another 12 again tomorrow.
15:55And every tomorrow after that!
15:57Barring Sundays.
15:59That's just bad.
16:00Sitting up straight like a poker all day.
16:03Smaller.
16:05Breathe deep.
16:07That's better.
16:08Stop this talking.
16:09You'll miss your supper.
16:10No wasting time.
16:12I warned you.
16:13Supper, he calls it.
16:16One bowl of gold.
16:18Oh, boy, look out.
16:48Beautiful.
16:49They're all very close.
16:50That's the Liberal Farm.
16:51They're all very rude.
16:58Before long, I'll rip them and pop the twig.
17:16Pop the twig? He'll die.
17:19He'll starve.
17:21Go ahead in.
17:24Next. Come on. Come on.
17:32Next. Come along. Next. Take your hat off.
17:39Come on.
17:42That's it. Go on. Next.
17:49Next.
17:51Next.
17:53Next.
17:55Next.
18:01Next.
18:03Next.
18:05Come on, come on.
18:35Whoever picked the shot is, it's him that has to do it, understand?
18:39Yes!
18:40Not me.
18:41It's not me!
18:42It's not me!
18:43It's not me!
18:44It's not me!
18:45It's not me!
18:46It's not me!
19:05It's not me!
19:20It's not me!
19:25It's not me!
19:29Oi! Back to your place!
19:53Twist!
19:55Are you out of your senses?
19:59Please, sir. I want some more.
20:02What?
20:05Please, sir. I want some more.
20:09What?
20:15More? Asked for more, did you say?
20:20He, er... He, I, er...
20:21Now, compose yourself, man.
20:23Bumble, answer me distinctly.
20:26Do I understand that after he had eaten the supper allotted to him by the dietary, this boy Twist asked for more?
20:36He did, sir!
20:37He did, sir!
20:38That boy will be hung.
20:41I know that boy will be hung.
20:45Oliver Twist asked for more.
20:48I was never more convinced of anything in my life.
20:52That boy will come to be hung.
20:55That boy will come to be hung.
21:00Alleluia!
21:05Yes.
21:06Come on!
21:08Go!
21:13Waiting for...
21:14אז!
21:16And let that be a warning
21:46to you all.
21:48Now, let us pray.
21:53Oh, Heavenly Father,
21:56to whom all hearts be open,
22:00all desires known,
22:02and from whom no secrets are hid.
22:06Come on, you spadding brute!
22:10And if the parish would like him to learn a right pleasant trade
22:12in a good, respectable, chimberleaf-sweeping business,
22:16well, I want to print this and I'm ready to take him.
22:18I see, Mr Gamfield.
22:21It's a nasty trade.
22:22It is a trade, Mr Limkins.
22:25Some of your boys have been smothered in chimneys before now.
22:28Well, that's because they're careless when they climbs up inside.
22:31You see, boys is very lazy, gentlemen.
22:34And I say there's nothing like lighting a good hot blaze under them
22:36to make them come down.
22:37It's humane, sirs.
22:40Because even if they're stuck up the chimbleed,
22:42then roasting their feet a little
22:43makes them struggle to extricate themselves.
22:46You mustn't cobble these paupers, Limkins.
22:50But this man is notorious.
22:53We have considered your proposition
22:55and we don't approve of it.
22:57So you won't let me have him, gentlemen?
22:58No!
23:07Well, what if I was to take less than five pound for him?
23:10Ah!
23:12How much less?
23:13Oh, well, come on, gentlemen.
23:14Don't be too hard on a poor man, eh?
23:17I should say that three pounds ten was plenty.
23:20Ten shillings too much.
23:21Oh, come, say four pound, gentlemen.
23:23Say four pound you got rid of him for good and all.
23:25Three pounds ten.
23:27I'll tell you what, I'll split the difference.
23:28Three pound fifteen.
23:29Not the farthing more.
23:32Oh, you desperate, hard on me, gentlemen.
23:35Nonsense.
23:35He'll be cheap with no money at all.
23:38And his board won't come expensive
23:41for he hasn't been overfed
23:43since the day he was born.
23:46Three pounds ten or you'll be clear out.
23:55Not so brave now, eh?
24:09Come along.
24:11Here.
24:13A fine bit of bread.
24:15As good as Christmas.
24:16Christmas.
24:18The kind and blessed gentleman
24:20which he's so many parents to you, Oliver,
24:23when you have none of your own.
24:24are going to set you up in life.
24:27Are going to make a man of you.
24:30Even though the expense of the parish
24:32is three pounds ten.
24:34Three pounds ten, Oliver.
24:37Seventy shillings, Oliver.
24:39One hundred and forty sixpences, Oliver.
24:41And all for a naughty orphan
24:43that nobody can't love.
24:47Now wipe your eyes, sir.
24:50Make haste.
24:50You're all going to be made a prentice of, Oliver.
25:11A prentice, sir?
25:12Yes, Oliver.
25:13Yes, Oliver.
25:24Oliver.
25:25This is the magistrate's court
25:26where they sign your indentures.
25:28What, sir?
25:31Papers, boy.
25:33Now,
25:33when the gentleman asks
25:35if he want to be prenticed,
25:36you must say
25:37where he much he did, sir.
25:39Where he much he did.
25:42Understood?
25:44Yes, sir.
25:44Morning, sir.
25:55Morning.
26:00This is the boy, your worship.
26:02Who is this the boy?
26:04This is him.
26:05Bow to the magistrates, my dear.
26:07I suppose he's fond of chimney sweeping.
26:10He dotes on it, your worship.
26:12Good, good, good.
26:14Good, good, good.
26:15And he will be a sweep, will he?
26:18If we was to bind him
26:19to any other trait tomorrow,
26:20he'd run away simultaneous, your worship.
26:23And you, sir,
26:24the man that's to be his master,
26:26you'll take care of him,
26:28feed him,
26:29all that sort of thing, will you?
26:31When I says I will,
26:32I means I will.
26:34You're a rough speaker, my friend,
26:37but you look an honest,
26:38open-hearted man.
26:41Oh, I should hope I am, yes, sir.
26:43I have no doubt you are.
26:47Now, bless my soul.
26:50Where, where is that inkwell?
26:55My boy,
26:56you look pale
26:59and alarmed.
27:01What's the matter?
27:03Oh, heganess, your worship.
27:04He's, uh,
27:05he's lost his tongue.
27:06Stand away from me, Beatle.
27:13Now, boy,
27:15tell us what's the matter.
27:16Don't be afraid.
27:17Oh, sirs, please send me back.
27:19Let them lock me in that room again.
27:21They may starve me, beat me, sirs.
27:24Let them kill me,
27:25and send me by that dreadful man.
27:27Sirs, please, sirs.
27:29Well, of all the artful designing orphans, Oliver,
27:34you are the most bare-facedest.
27:37Hold your tongue, Beatle.
27:40I beg your worship's pardon.
27:43Was your worship speaking to me?
27:44Yes, sir.
27:45Hold your tongue.
27:46We refuse to sanction these indentures.
27:55Um,
27:56I hope the magistrates will not condemn the authorities
27:59on the unsupported word of a mere trial.
28:06The magistrates are not called upon
28:08to pronounce an opinion upon the matter, sir.
28:12Take the boy
28:13back to the workhouse
28:15and treat him kindly.
28:19He seems to want it.
28:21That boy will be hung.
28:25Depend upon it.
28:27Hung,
28:29drawn,
28:30and quartered.
28:38Oh!
28:41Get him!
28:45Get him!
28:47I don't know.
29:17I don't know.
29:47I don't know.
30:17I don't know.