Discover the dark secrets of London’s underworld in this thrilling adaptation of Dickens’ classic tale.
The streets of London were dark, dirty and dangerous, a place where only the strong survived. It was here that young Oliver Twist first began his journey, a journey that would take him to both the heights of wealth and the depths of despair. Oliver was an orphan, abandoned by his mother at a young age and left to fend for himself on the unforgiving streets. He was alone, scared, and hungry, but he never lost hope. It was this hope that would lead him to the most unlikely of places, a gang of thieves led by a man named Fagin. Oliver would soon discover that nothing in this world was as it seemed and that true friends were hard to come by.
Oliver stood alone in the cold, dark alleyway, his stomach growling with hunger. He had been wandering the streets of London for days, searching for food and shelter, but finding nothing. He had no family, no home, no one to turn to except for the cold embrace of the streets. As he stood there, shivering and alone, he saw a shadow move out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face it and saw a man standing before him, with a face covered with stubble, shrouded in darkness.
“Hello, young boy,” the man said, his voice croaky but kind. “What are you doing here all alone?”
“I’m looking for food and shelter, sir,” Oliver replied, his voice weak with hunger. “I have nowhere to go.”
The man looked at Oliver with a sympathetic gaze, as if he had seen this many times before. He took Oliver by the hand and led him away from the alleyway and into the heart of London.
“My name is Fagin,” the man said, introducing himself. “And I have a place for you to stay, a place where you will have food, shelter, and friends.”
Fagin led Oliver to a hidden room in the heart of London, a room filled with scrappy looking boys, all around his age. They sat around a table, playing games and eating bread. Oliver sat down at the table, his stomach grumbling with hunger. Fagin sat down next to him and patted him on the back.
“Welcome home, Oliver,” Fagin said with a grin.
Oliver looked around him, taking in the scene before him. It was nothing like he had ever seen before. These boys were not like him, they were not afraid, they were not alone. They were a gang, a team, a family. Oliver knew he had found a place where he belonged.
Fagin stood up and addressed the boys.
“Boys, this is our newest recruit, Oliver,” Fagin announced. “He’s one of us now, and we need to train him in the ways of the trade.”
Oliver looked at Fagin, confusion written all over his face.
“What trade, sir?” Oliver asked.
Fagin laughed, his old eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Why, the trade of a pickpocket, my boy,” he replied. “We steal from the rich and give to the poor, or should I say, ourselves.”
Oliver’s eyes grew wide with shock. He had never stolen anything in his life, but he knew he could not go back to living on the streets.
“Yes, sir,” Oliver replied, his voice trembling. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
And with that, Oliver Twist began his new life as a pickpocket, a life of danger, adventure, and unexpected twists and turns. A life that would lead him to both the heights of wealth and the depths of despair. Oliver had no idea what the future held for him, but he knew one thing for sure, with Fagin and his gang by his side, he was never alone.
Chapter 2: The Gang
Oliver was hesitant about joining Fagin and his band of thieves, but he had no choice. He was an orphan with nowhere else to go, and Fagin had promised him a home and food. He followed Fagin through the dark and dirty streets of London until they reached a narrow alleyway. Fagin knocked on a door and it opened to reveal a dimly lit room filled with young boys.
“Boys, meet our new recruit, Oliver,” Fagin announced, gesturing to Oliver. The boys greeted him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Oliver felt a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach.
The boys were a ragtag group, most of them appearing to be around the same age as Oliver, and all of them dressed in grimy clothes. They looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.
“Welcome, Oliver,” said an older boy with a sly grin on his face. “I’m the Artful Dodger, but you can call me Dodger. You and I are going to be great friends, I can tell.”
The Artful Dodger had a friendly air about him but Oliver could sense that he was dangerous. He had a quickness about him, both in his movements and speech, that Oliver found unsettling. Nonetheless, Oliver smiled back at him, not wanting to make an enemy in his new home.
Fagin clapped his hands together and said, “Alright boys, let’s show Oliver what we do.”
The boys got up and started to move around the room, practicing their pickpocketing skills. Oliver watched in amazement as they skillfully lifted wallets and watches from each other’s pockets without being noticed.
“Alright, Oliver, it’s your turn,” Fagin said, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Oliver felt a sense of panic rise within him. He had never been taught how to pickpocket, and the idea of stealing from someone filled him with guilt. He tried to protest, but Fagin and the Artful Dodger coaxed him into trying.
“Come on, Oliver, it’s easy,” Dodger said, patting him on the back. “Just take this handkerchief from my pocket without me noticing.”
Oliver reluctantly took the handkerchief from Dodger’s pocket, but he was too slow, and Dodger caught him in the act.
“Tsk tsk tsk, Oliver,” Fagin said, shaking his head. “You can’t be slow like that on the streets. We’ll just have to teach you.”
The boys all gathered around Oliver, eager to teach him the tricks of the trade. The Artful Dodger was the most patient with Oliver and showed him how to move quickly and quietly.
“Remember, Oliver,” Dodger said, “we’re not bad people. We’re just trying to survive.”
Oliver wasn’t sure if he could agree with Dodger’s statement, but he didn’t want to argue. He knew that he had to fit in if he was going to survive on the streets of London.
As the night went on, Oliver began to feel more comfortable with his new gang. They taught him how to steal, how to blend in, and how to survive. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that what they were doing was wrong.
The night ended with Fagin giving the boys a pep talk. “Remember, boys, we’re all in this together. We have to look out for each other and make sure we all get what we need to survive. That’s the only way we’ll make it out here.”
Oliver didn’t know if he could trust Fagin or if he was leading them all down a dangerous path. Nonetheless, he went to bed that night feeling grateful for his new home, but also conflicted about the future.
Oliver walked slowly down the street, his stomach grumbling loudly. He had been walking for hours and had not eaten anything since yesterday. He had been trying to find some food but nobody seemed to want to help him. As he walked, he saw a group of boys who were huddled together, talking and laughing. They looked like they were having fun and Oliver wished he had friends like that.
Suddenly, one of the boys spotted Oliver and ran over to him. “Hey, you!” he said. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m just looking for some food,” Oliver replied meekly.
The boy laughed. “You won’t find any food here, kid. But I can help you out. Come with me.”
Feeling a sense of hope, Oliver followed the boy. He didn’t know where he was going, but he was grateful for the company.
They arrived at a rundown building and the boy led Oliver through a door. Inside, it was dark and smoky. The air was thick with the smell of tobacco and alcohol.
A man with a crooked nose and a large hat came up to them. “Who’s this then?” he asked suspiciously.
“This is Oliver,” the boy replied. “He’s hungry and needs a place to stay.”
The man looked Oliver up and down, then nodded. “Alright, but he’ll have to prove himself first. We don’t take in just anyone.”
Oliver had no idea what the man meant by “prove himself,” but he was too tired and hungry to argue. He followed the boy and the man into a back room where several other boys were sitting around a table, counting coins.
“This is Fagin,” the boy said, pointing to the man with the crooked nose. “He’s our boss.”
Fagin smiled at Oliver, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. “Welcome to our little family,” he said. “You’ll fit in just fine.”
The boys at the table looked up at Oliver and smiled. They seemed friendly enough, but there was something about Fagin that made Oliver uneasy. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he felt like he was in danger.
Over the next few days, Oliver was taught how to pick pockets and steal. At first, he was hesitant to steal from people, but Fagin and the boys convinced him that it was the only way to survive on the streets. They told him that stealing was a skill, and that he was lucky to have learned it at such a young age.
One day, Fagin called Oliver into his office. “I have a special mission for you, Oliver,” he said. “I need you to pick the pocket of a rich man who’s coming through town today. He has a lot of money, and we need it more than he does.”
Oliver didn’t want to do it, but he knew that he couldn’t refuse Fagin’s orders. He followed the man to the train station, where they waited for the rich man to arrive.
When the man stepped off the train, Oliver approached him and pretended to accidentally bump into him. As he did, he quickly reached into the man’s pocket and grabbed his wallet.
But as soon as he had the wallet in his hand, Oliver knew that he had made a mistake. The man had seen him take it. Before Oliver could run away, the man grabbed him by the collar and called for the police.
Oliver was terrified. He had never been in trouble with the law before, and he didn’t want to go to jail. But just as the police were about to take him away, a kind gentleman named Mr. Brownlow came to his rescue.
“What’s going on here?” he demanded.
“This boy stole my wallet!” the rich man replied.
Mr. Brownlow looked at Oliver, who was shaking and terrified. “Is that true, my boy?” he asked gently.
Oliver shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to do it.”
Mr. Brownlow took pity on the boy and paid the rich man for his wallet. Then he took Oliver by the hand and led him away. “Come with me, son,” he said. “You need a proper home, and I can give you one.”
Oliver was overwhelmed with gratitude. He had never met anyone so kind before. As they walked away from the train station, he felt a sense of hope for the first time in his life. Maybe things were finally starting to look up for him.
Oliver had thought his days of thievery were over, that he had finally found a safe haven in Mr. Brownlow’s home. But little did he know that his past would come back to haunt him in the form of Fagin, the cunning leader of the gang of thieves that he had left behind.
Fagin was furious with Oliver for leaving and vowing never to return. He knew that Oliver would be considered a valuable asset to his gang and he would do anything to get him back. Fagin put together a plan to take Oliver by force, using Bill Sikes, his right-hand man, to do the dirty work.
One dark and stormy night, Bill Sikes broke into Mr. Brownlow’s home and snatched Oliver from his bed. Oliver was terrified as he was thrown into a carriage and driven away from the only home he had known in months.
Oliver was taken to Fagin’s secret hideout, a den of thieves and criminals. Fagin was eager to have Oliver back under his control, but he had to make an example of him first.
Fagin berated Oliver, calling him a traitor and a coward. He ordered Bill Sikes to beat him until he was black and blue. Oliver begged and pleaded for mercy, but Fagin remained cold and calculating.
As the days went on, Oliver was forced to take on more dangerous and difficult assignments. Fagin knew that Oliver’s absence had put his gang in danger and he needed him to steal as much as possible to make up for lost time.
Oliver was miserable. He missed Mr. Brownlow and his warm home. He missed the Artful Dodger, his one true friend in the gang. Most of all, he missed the feeling of being safe and secure.
One day, Fagin had an assignment for Oliver that was particularly difficult. He had to steal a valuable necklace from a wealthy woman’s home. Oliver knew the risks involved and was scared for his life. But he had no choice – he had to follow Fagin’s orders or face the consequences.
As Oliver crept into the woman’s home, he heard footsteps approaching. He panicked and ran, only to be caught by the police. Oliver was terrified as he was dragged to jail, knowing that he would be punished severely for his crimes.
Meanwhile, Mr. Brownlow was beside himself with grief. He had hired detectives to try and find Oliver, but to no avail. He feared the worst and couldn’t bear the thought of losing another person he loved.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Oliver was still in jail, awaiting his sentence. Fagin and his gang had given up on him, assuming that he was lost forever. But Oliver remained hopeful, knowing that Mr. Brownlow would never give up on him.
Finally, the day of Oliver’s trial arrived. Mr. Brownlow, who had been searching tirelessly for Oliver all this time, showed up in court to plead for his release. He testified to Oliver’s good character and begged for mercy from the judge.
In the end, the judge decided to release Oliver into Mr. Brownlow’s custody. Oliver was overjoyed to see his dear friend again and vowed never to leave his side. But as they left the courthouse, they knew that Fagin and his gang were still out there, waiting for their chance to strike again.
Chapter 5: Oliver’s Return to Fagin’s Hideout
Oliver’s return to Fagin’s hideout after his escape from Bill Sikes was not what he had hoped for. He had thought that he would be welcomed back with open arms by his old friends, but instead, he was treated with suspicion and anger. He had betrayed Fagin and his gang by running away, and they were not happy about it.
Fagin himself was angry with Oliver, and made no effort to hide it. “You think you can just come back here after betraying us?” he spat at the young boy. “You left us to rot in prison while you were living like a king with that Mr. Brownlow. You’re lucky I don’t turn you over to the police myself.”
Oliver felt ashamed and guilty, but he also knew that he had no other choice. He was still just a child, and he needed the protection of the gang.
Things did not get any easier for Oliver in the days that followed. Fagin and his gang were more brutal than ever, and Oliver was forced to participate in more dangerous and risky crimes. He was constantly on the lookout for the police, and he knew that any mistake he made could cost him his life.
One day, Fagin called Oliver into his office. “We have a special mission for you, Oliver,” he said, his eyes glinting. “It’s a job that requires a skilled hand, and we think you’re just the boy for it.”
Oliver felt a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. He had a feeling that this job was not going to be an easy one.
Fagin handed Oliver a piece of paper with some information scrawled on it. “This is your target,” he said. “His name is Mr. Brownlow, the man who took you in and treated you like a son. He’s a wealthy man, and we think he has some valuable items that we can sell for a good price.”
Oliver felt sick to his stomach. He could not believe that Fagin was asking him to steal from the man who had shown him kindness.
“But, Fagin,” he stammered. “This is Mr. Brownlow, the man who saved me from the streets. I can’t do this to him.”
Fagin’s face contorted into a sneer. “You think you have a choice in this matter?” he growled. “Either you do this job, or you can leave and never come back. And if you do leave, we’ll make sure the police know where to find you.”
Oliver knew that Fagin was serious. He had no choice but to go through with the mission.
That night, Oliver crept through the streets of London towards Mr. Brownlow’s house. He felt sick with guilt and fear. He could not believe that he was betraying the man who had been so kind to him.
When he reached the house, he hesitated for a moment. But then he remembered Fagin’s threats, and he knew he had no choice. He slipped into the house and began to search for the items that Fagin wanted.
But Oliver was not the skilled thief that Fagin thought he was. He made noise, and woke up Mr. Brownlow. The man was shocked to see Oliver in his house, and he immediately called for the police.
Oliver tried to run, but he was caught by the police. He was taken back to Fagin’s hideout, where he was beaten and punished for his failure.
But as he lay in his bed that night, nursing his bruises, Oliver knew that he could not go on like this. He could not continue to betray the people who had shown him kindness. He knew that he had to find a way out of this life, or else he would end up dead or in prison.
And so, Oliver began to plot his escape. He knew that it would not be easy, but he was determined to find a way out of Fagin’s grasp and start a new life for himself.
Oliver’s life takes an unexpected turn when he discovers his true identity. He learns that he is the son of a wealthy businessman and inherits a fortune. However, this revelation puts him in danger as Fagin, Bill Sikes, and the gang are eager to get their hands on Oliver’s fortune.
Oliver couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He was the rightful heir to a fortune that would change his life forever. “I can’t believe this,” he whispered to himself. “How could I have been so blind?” He felt a mix of emotions, excitement, and fear. He knew that with such a large inheritance came great responsibility.
But before he could even process the news, he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find Fagin standing there with a menacing grin on his face.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our little runaway,” Fagin sneered as he pushed his way into the room. “I hear you’ve inherited quite a nice sum of money. Care to share?”
Oliver tried to back away from Fagin, but he was trapped. He knew that Fagin and his gang would stop at nothing to get their hands on his inheritance. “I won’t let you take it,” Oliver said, trying to sound brave.
Fagin laughed. “Oh, you won’t let me? You’re just a little boy. What can you do?” He grabbed Oliver by the arm and dragged him out of the room.
Oliver was terrified. He didn’t know what to do or where to go. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. It was the Artful Dodger. “Quick, follow me,” he whispered.
Oliver didn’t hesitate. He followed the Artful Dodger out of the hideout and onto the streets of London. They ran through the crowded streets, trying to avoid being seen by Fagin and his gang.
Finally, they reached a safe place where they could talk. The Artful Dodger explained that he had overheard Fagin and Bill Sikes talking about their plans to capture Oliver and take his inheritance. He knew that Oliver was in danger and wanted to help him.
“What should I do?” Oliver asked, his voice trembling.
“You need to stay hidden,” the Artful Dodger replied. “Fagin and his gang will be looking for you. You need to keep a low profile until we can figure out a plan.”
Oliver knew that he could trust the Artful Dodger. He was the only one who had been kind to him in Fagin’s gang. “Thank you,” Oliver said, feeling relieved that he had someone on his side.
The Artful Dodger helped Oliver find a place to stay, and they spent the next few days planning their next move. They knew that they needed to come up with a plan to protect Oliver’s inheritance and keep him safe from Fagin and his gang.
As they worked on their plan, Oliver thought about his life and how much had changed since he had met Fagin. He had been forced into a life of crime and had come so close to losing everything. But now, he had a chance to make a new life for himself.
Finally, the Artful Dodger came up with a plan. They would fake Oliver’s death, making it look like he had drowned in the river. This would throw Fagin and his gang off their trail and give Oliver time to make his escape.
The plan worked. Fagin and his gang searched for Oliver’s body in the river, but they never found it. Meanwhile, Oliver had made his escape and was on his way to a new life.
As he left London behind, Oliver knew that he would never forget the lessons he had learned. He had learned that family and loyalty were more important than money, and that forgiveness was the key to a happy life. He vowed to never forget the lessons he had learned and to always remember the friends who had helped him along the way.
Oliver’s heart was racing as he fled from Fagin’s hideout. He had just revealed his true identity to Fagin and his gang, and now they were all after him. He knew that he had to get away, but he didn’t know where to go or who to turn to.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice behind him. “Oliver! Over here!” It was the Artful Dodger. Oliver was relieved to see his friend, but he was also wary. He didn’t know if he could trust him completely, especially since the Artful Dodger was still part of Fagin’s gang.
“Quick, this way!” the Artful Dodger said, leading Oliver down a dark alley. They ran for what felt like miles, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. Finally, they came to a stop outside a small, run-down building. The Artful Dodger pushed open the door and led Oliver inside.
“What is this place?” Oliver asked, looking around the shabby room. There was a dirty mattress in one corner, a small stove in another, and not much else.
“It’s my hideout,” the Artful Dodger said, grinning. “I come here to get away from Fagin and the others. It’s safe here, I promise.”
Oliver wasn’t so sure. He knew that Fagin and his gang were still looking for him, and he didn’t want to put the Artful Dodger in any danger. But he also didn’t have anywhere else to go.
“Listen, Oliver,” the Artful Dodger said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I know you don’t trust me completely, and I don’t blame you. But I want to help you. I don’t agree with everything Fagin and the others do. There’s more to life than just stealing and pickpocketing. I want to show you that.”
Oliver looked at him skeptically. He wasn’t sure what the Artful Dodger was up to, but he figured he didn’t have much to lose. “Okay,” he said, nodding. “What do you want me to do?”
“First, we need to get you cleaned up and changed,” the Artful Dodger said, handing him a clean shirt and pants. “Then, we’ll go get something to eat. You look like you could use a good meal.”
Oliver nodded again and followed the Artful Dodger to a nearby café. As they sat down to eat, the Artful Dodger began to tell him about his own life. He told Oliver about how he had grown up on the streets, just like him, and how he had joined Fagin’s gang when he was just a boy. He talked about how he had learned to pickpocket and steal, and how he had become one of Fagin’s best boys.
“But it’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” he said, looking down at his plate. “I’m tired of living this way. I want more out of life than just stealing and hiding. And I think you do too, Oliver.”
Oliver didn’t know what to say. He had never really thought about what he wanted out of life. All he had ever known was poverty and hardship. But as he looked around the café, at the other people eating and talking and laughing, he realized that the Artful Dodger was right. There was more to life than just surviving. He wanted to be part of something bigger, something better.
As they finished their meal and walked back to the Artful Dodger’s hideout, Oliver’s mind was racing. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew that he wanted to be different from Fagin and his gang. He wanted to make something of himself, to be a better person.
When they arrived at the hideout, the Artful Dodger pulled out a map. “We need to figure out a way to get you out of the city,” he said, pointing to a spot on the map. “There’s a train station here. If we can get you on a train, you can get far away from here.”
Oliver nodded in agreement, and they spent the rest of the night planning their escape. They knew it wouldn’t be easy, but they were determined to make it work.
As the sun began to rise, Oliver and the Artful Dodger set out on their journey to the train station. They walked for hours, avoiding the main roads and sticking to the shadows. They had to dodge the police, who were still searching for Oliver, and they had to avoid Fagin and his gang, who were still looking for him too.
Finally, they arrived at the train station. Oliver’s heart was pounding as he looked around, trying to find a way to get on a train. But then he saw a familiar face in the crowd.
It was Mr. Brownlow.
Oliver couldn’t believe his luck. He ran up to Mr. Brownlow and told him everything that had happened. Mr. Brownlow listened patiently, his eyes growing wider with every word.
“I had no idea, Oliver,” he said, shaking his head. “We have to get you out of here, now.”
Together, they boarded a train and left London behind. Oliver knew that his life would never be the same again, but he was ready for whatever lay ahead. He had escaped Fagin and his gang, and he had found someone who truly cared about him. He was finally free.
Oliver sat in his room in Brownlow’s home, staring at the stack of papers that lay before him. It contained the details of his inheritance, his true heritage, and the secrets that had been kept from him for so long. It was a lot to take in, but Oliver knew he had to do something about it.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was getting late. He got up from his chair and walked to the window, gazing out at the bustling streets of London. This city had been his home for many months now, and it had seen him through some of the toughest times of his life. But now it was time to leave it all behind.
The Artful Dodger had helped him escape from Fagin and his gang, and he had been living with Brownlow ever since. Brownlow had been kind to him, treating him as his own son, and Oliver was grateful for everything he had done for him. But it was time for him to start a new life, one where he could be free from the dangers and troubles of his past.
He picked up the papers and walked out of his room, heading for the drawing-room where Brownlow was waiting for him. As he entered, he saw Brownlow sitting in his favorite armchair, reading a book.
“Ah, Oliver,” he said, looking up at him. “I was just about to send for you. I have some news that I think you should hear.”
Oliver nodded, unsure of what to expect. Brownlow motioned for him to take a seat and began to speak.
“I recently received a letter from one of my old friends,” he said. “He has a son who is about your age and has been looking for someone to train him in business. He thinks you would be a perfect fit for the job.”
Oliver was surprised by the news. He had never thought about working in business, but it seemed like a good opportunity.
“I don’t know anything about business,” he said, apprehensively.
“You have a lot of potential, Oliver,” Brownlow said. “You are bright, honest and hardworking. All qualities that are essential in the business world. And besides, you are not alone in this. Your new employer will train you and help you become the best you can be.”
Oliver nodded silently, still unsure.
“Think about it, Oliver,” Brownlow continued. “You have a chance to start a new life. A life that is free from the troubles and dangers of your past. You can be whoever you want to be, and you can make something of yourself. What do you say?”
Oliver took a deep breath and looked into Brownlow’s eyes. He saw a kindness there that he had never seen before, and it gave him the courage to make a decision.
“I’ll do it,” he said, finally.
Brownlow smiled and stood up, patting him on the back. “I knew you would make the right decision,” he said.
Oliver felt a weight lift off his shoulders. It was time for him to move on and start a new chapter in his life. He could leave the troubles of his past behind and start fresh.
As he left the drawing-room, Oliver felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that the road ahead would be hard and challenging, but he was ready for it. He had the opportunity to make something of himself, and he was determined to succeed.
He walked out of the house and onto the busy streets of London, taking one last look at the city that had been his home. He smiled, knowing that he was ready for anything that came his way.
Some scenes from the movie Oliver Twist written by A.I.
EXT. LONDON STREET – DAY
A young boy, OLIVER TWIST, walks down a busy London street. He looks lost and scared. People rush past him, ignoring his pleas for help. Oliver spots a group of boys huddled together in an alleyway. He cautiously approaches them.
Excuse me, do you know where I can find some food?
The boys laugh and jeer at him. Suddenly, a man approaches them. His name is FAGIN. He wears a top hat and has a mischievous glint in his eye.
Boys, boys, leave the poor lad alone. Can’t you see he’s hungry?
Oliver looks up at Fagin, unsure of what to make of him.
Come with me, lad. I can help you.
Oliver follows Fagin down the alleyway and into a secret hideout. Inside, he sees a group of boys. They are all around his age and their clothes are ragged and dirty.
Welcome to our home, lad. You can call me Fagin. These are my boys.
The boys introduce themselves to Oliver. He learns that they are all pickpockets and that Fagin is their leader.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. LONDON STREETS – DAY
Oliver Twist walks down a busy street, his ragged clothing setting him apart from the well-dressed crowds. He looks lost and alone, his eyes scanning the faces around him for any sign of kindness.
He bumps into a figure that seems to have materialized out of nowhere.
(cheerfully) Watch it, mate!
(surprised but curious) Who are you?
I’m the Artful Dodger, and you’re in luck, my friend. You’re looking for a place to stay, aren’t you?
Oliver’s eyes widen with hope.
The Artful Dodger leads Oliver down a narrow alleyway and knocks on a door. It opens to reveal…
INT. FAGIN’S HIDEOUT – DAY
A dimly lit room filled with boys of all ages, all dressed in ragged clothing. Fagin, an older man with a shrewd look in his eyes, sits at a table counting coins.
(introducing Oliver) This is Oliver. He needs a place to stay.
(eyeing Oliver up and down) Hm. We could use another pair of hands around here. Welcome to our home, Oliver.
Oliver looks around the room, taking in the grimy walls and worn furniture, but he can’t shake the feeling that he’s found a place where he belongs.
(whispering to Olvier) I’ll show you the ropes. We’ll help you forget all your troubles.
Oliver nods, a small smile playing on his lips.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Family
Setting: Victorian Era London
Characters: Oliver Twist, Fagin, the Artful Dodger, Mr. Brownlow, and the police officers
Act 1, Scene 3:
INT. MR. BROWNLOW’S HOME – DAY
Oliver sits at a large dining table across from Mr. Brownlow. They are eating breakfast.
(looking at Oliver)
I know you have had a tough life, Oliver, but you don’t need to worry anymore. You are safe here with me.
Thank you, sir. I’ve never had a home like this before.
(patting Oliver’s hand)
You are most welcome, my boy.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and two police officers charge in. Oliver jumps up, frightened.
POLICE OFFICER 1
We are here for the boy. He is a thief!
You must be mistaken! Oliver is no thief.
POLICE OFFICER 2
(pointing at Oliver)
We have caught him red-handed. He was pickpocketing in the marketplace.
Oliver looks at Mr. Brownlow with tears in his eyes. He is terrified.
(trying to reason with the officers)
There must be some mistake. Oliver is not a thief. I have taken him in and he has never left my sight.
POLICE OFFICER 1
We have witnesses who saw him steal.
The Artful Dodger suddenly bursts into the room, panting.
Mr. Brownlow! It’s a mistake. Oliver didn’t steal anything. It was my doing.
The police officers look at the Artful Dodger in surprise.
POLICE OFFICER 2
(pointing at the Artful Dodger)
You are under arrest!
The Artful Dodger is dragged out of the room by the police officers.
Thank you, Dodger.
You are safe, my boy. No one can hurt you here.
Oliver smiles, relieved. But he is worried about the Artful Dodger.
FADE TO BLACK.
Scene 4 – “Kidnapped”
INT. MR. BROWNLOW’S HOUSE – DAY
Oliver sits at the kitchen table, enjoying a delicious meal prepared by Mrs. Bedwin. Mr. Brownlow, sitting across from him, watches with a smile.
You seem to be enjoying your meal, Oliver.
(savoring the food)
It’s delicious, sir. I’ve never tasted anything like it.
Well, Mrs. Bedwin is a marvelous cook. You’ll have plenty of meals like this in the future.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and Bill Sikes enters the room.
Come with me, boy. You belong to Fagin now.
Let me go! Mr. Brownlow, help me!
Who are you and what do you want with Oliver?
Fagin wants the boy back. He’ll pay a handsome sum for him.
(reaching for his cane)
I won’t let you take him.
But before he can strike, Bill Sikes pulls out a gun.
Don’t be foolish, old man. We’ll take the boy and be on our way.
Oliver is dragged out of the house, kicking and screaming.
INT. FAGIN’S HIDEOUT – DAY
Oliver stands in the middle of the room, surrounded by Fagin and his gang. He’s nervous, knowing that he’s in danger.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Oliver. You ran away from us, and that’s not something we take lightly.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
Fagin interrupts him with a wave of his hand.
“No excuses. You’re going to have to work extra hard to make up for what you’ve done.”
The Artful Dodger steps forward, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Don’t worry, Oliver. We’ll teach you how to be a proper thief.”
“I don’t want to be a thief. I want to go home.”
“Home? You don’t have a home, Oliver. You’re one of us now.”
Oliver looks around, feeling trapped.
“What about the police? What if they catch us?”
“We’re too clever for them, Oliver. We’ll never get caught.”
As Fagin talks, Bill Sikes enters the room.
“We’ve got a job to do. Are you ready?”
Fagin nods, turning to Oliver.
“You’re coming with us, Oliver. It’s time for you to earn your keep.”
Oliver follows Fagin, the Artful Dodger, and Bill Sikes out of the hideout, feeling more and more uneasy with every step. He knows he’s in too deep, and he’s not sure how he’s going to get out.
EXT. LONDON STREET – DAY
We see Oliver Twist walking down the streets of London, deep in thought. Suddenly, he spots a man staring at him from across the street. The man quickly turns and disappears into the crowd.
Who was that man? Why was he looking at me?
Oliver’s curiosity is piqued, and he follows the man into a nearby alleyway. As he turns the corner, he is confronted by a group of rough-looking men.
What do you want?
I-I just wanted to ask you–
The man suddenly grabs Oliver by the collar of his shirt.
You have no business here, boy. Go home before you get hurt.
Oliver, frightened, scurries away from the alleyway.
INT. LAWYER’S OFFICE – DAY
Oliver is sitting across from Mr. Brownlow, a kind-hearted lawyer who has taken Oliver in as his own son.
Oliver, I have some news for you. You are not who you think you are.
What do you mean?
Your real name is Oliver Twist, and you are the son of a wealthy businessman who passed away. He left you a vast fortune.
Oliver is dumbfounded.
Me? A fortune?
Yes, my boy. And now, we have to make sure that you are protected from those who may want to take advantage of your newfound wealth.
EXT. FAGIN’S HIDEOUT – DAY
Fagin, a cunning pickpocket, is meeting with his right-hand man, Bill Sikes.
It appears that Oliver Twist is not who we thought he was.
What do you mean?
He’s the son of a wealthy businessman. He’s inherited a fortune.
We have to get our hands on that money.
Precisely. And I have a plan.
INT. OLIVER’S ROOM – NIGHT
Oliver is lying in bed, unable to sleep. He is worried about Fagin and his gang of thieves.
Suddenly, he hears a noise outside his window. He gets up to investigate and sees the Artful Dodger, his former friend, standing outside.
Oliver, come with me.
What are you doing here?
Fagin and Bill Sikes are planning to kidnap you tomorrow. We have to get you out of here.
Oliver, shocked, follows the Artful Dodger out the window.