01x10 - Revenge

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Read all about it! Police raise
reward for The Dodger!

£20 reward. That's a lot of money!

Police net closes in
on pickpocket g*ng.

We're looking for a boy.
Top hat, 12 years old.

He's more than just one boy.

He's become some kind of
folk hero for the poor,

glamorising crime.

SCREAMS

Have you seen this boy?

No. Right.

He writes to me, you know.
Personal, offensive letters.

"Still no luck ketching me..."

"The Dodger."

Arrgh!

We're looking for boy a fitting
this description.

I want... 12-year-old boy,
known as The Dodger. Dodger?

..Dodger... You seen Dodger?

..dead.

Excuse me, sir. Have you
seen these people?

Two escaped convicts?
Escaped from prison yesterday?

Oh, no, we're surrounded. The place
is swarming with coppers.

Nah, it's all right, they're
really far away.

You're looking in the wrong end,
you plum.

Oh, am I? Oh.

OH! OK, now they're really close.

I can't believe I'm stuck in here
with a load of kids.

Feel like the old woman
who lived in a shoe.

I can't stay cooped up in here.
I'm too much man for one room.

Same four walls.

I can't be on the run. I'd rather
be in prison than on the run.

They're very dangerous men.
Have you seen them?

Would you tell me if you did? No.

Bullseye needs a walk. Bullseye
needs a walk. Bullseye needs a walk.

BULLSEYE BARKS

Bullseye, I know!

Have you seen these people?
Have you seen these...

Fagin!

Get out here! Come on!

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Fagin! Open this door!

Being sentenced to death must have
really shook him up.

The police are coming in!

KNOCKING AND BARKING

We're closed!

It's not a drink we want. We want
to ask you some questions.

We're looking for some
escaped convicts. Open the door.

Bothering innocent people
on a work day, it ain't fair.

Right, have you seen these people?

Never seen them before in my life.

I ain't showed you the picture yet.

Never seen them before in my life.

Make way.

Check the cellar, see if it's clean.

Yeah.

You're wasting your time.

I'll be the judge of that.

What's above there?

Clouds.

There's four floors up there.

It's condemned. Deathtrap.
Out of bounds.

Is it clean?

No, it was a tip. Soot everywhere.

Needs a good old sweep.

I mean, is anyone hiding down there?

Oh, I didn't check.

Go and check. Yeah.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

CLATTERING

Argh!

Armed police!

CLATTERING

Anyone under there?

Under there?

CLATTERING

ACCORDION WHEEZES

What's under there?

METAL CLANGS

Buckets.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Well?

Nothing. Right, take us
upstairs now.

OK. Yeah. All right.

But I ain't responsible
if you plummet.

LOUD: Upstairs? Upstairs, you say?

Don't panic. Minnie will
sort 'em out.

SHOUTING: Coming up the stairs
with the police.

OK, panic.

Bullseye! Bullseye!

Oh, it's the police,
coming up the stairs.

BULLSEYE BARKS

Bullseye! Bullseye!

Can't have a copper seeing this.

Coming up the stairs with
the police!

Bullseye! Come on,
the police are coming.

Oops, butterfingers!

SHE GIGGLES

Give me those.

Right!

Police!

That door's locked.
It's where I keep me linens.

There's no-one in there.

What's through there? Nothing.

Just a roof.

And what's through this door here?

Eh?

No! Don't go in that door!
Don't open that door up!

No...

I told you not to open it!

The balcony collapsed yonks ago.

Come on, there's nothing here.

Let's go.

You're going then, are you?

Yeah.

The police are leaving, are they?

Bye-bye, police.

They've gone.

DOORS CREAK

That's bought us a bit of time.

Eyeballs will all be looking
elsewhere tonight.

All this hiding out makes me hungry.

You lot, go get me dinner.

But first, you gotta catch it.

Doctor Quink? Yes, madam.

Do you think I'll live to see
the snowdrops bloom one last time?

Oh, yes, madam.

I've every confidence you will live
until Christmas.

But the snowdrops bloom in January.

Really? Oh.

In that case, no.

Mr Fox Talbot is here, madam,
for your sitting.

Countess, forgive me, but
do you think it's wise

to sit for a painting in
your condition?

It's not painting.

It's taking a calotype.

A what?

A calotype captures images

from this lens onto paper.

Ah, yes, a pine-apple.

I've seen one of those.

Oh, these urchins, how dirty
they are.

Yes. This was taken in a slum
in East London.

Do they smell?

Very much. But it's to be expected,
for they have no washing facilities.

I don't know how you could bear
to get within sniffing distance.

Oh! Look at that one.

Her filthy hair.

There could be a whole family
of chaffinches

living in that bird's nest.

Ma'am? What?

That's her. The one
we've been looking for.

She's alive.

We have to hurry.

Send someone - quickly.

Big smiles.

I hate crabbing.

They're all show and no meat,

and they taste about as good as
their sense of direction.

Why does Fagin disappear in his
room like that?

I don't know, but he's been doing it
as long as I've known him.

He disappears for ages sometimes.

He was in there for a month once.

How many crabs you got?

None.

None.

Dodger?

Huh?

You got naff all as well?

I got bigger things on my mind
than crabs.

What, lobsters?

No.

SHIP BELL RINGS

Ships.

When we were crabbing,
I was watching all the boats

coming in and out of
the dock, right?

Every hour, when a new boat moored
up, a customs officer

had to go on and log all the cargo.

Sorry - there's a bit of
a delay, lads.

If you want to come in back a couple
of hours, it'll be done by then.

While that happened, all the
sailors, they didn't want to

just sit there and twiddle
their thumbs,

so they went off to the pub
for a few shandies.

For one whole hour, there was just
one geezer - the customs officer -

in charge of all that cargo.

It was floating there, just ready
for the taking.

Oh, yeah!

LAUGHTER

I don't get it.

What do you mean you don't get it?
There's nothing to get.

The boats come, they wait, the crew
go off on their jollies,

we go on rob all the stuff, we go
home, we've had a lovely day.

We're stealing a boat?

Oh, Bill! No!

Look, what are we going
to do with a boat?

We don't need the boat, Bill!

All we're doing is robbing the
cargo... BOTH: ..that's on the boat.

Right! Right.

But just for the sake of anybody
who may have,

I don't know, missed a detail,
or doesn't understand,

could you explain, very slowly,
one more time?

Aww... Bill, are you
stupid, or what?

THEY GIGGLE

You sent for me, Your Majesty.

Yes.

I'm in a very difficult
situation, Sir Charles.

I am sure you are aware,
as a monarch, I am not supposed

to get involved in politics.

Yes, indeed, ma'am.

But on this occasion, I have decided
to go against protocol

and use my divine right as queen
and ruler of the British Empire

to relieve you of your duties
with immediate effect.

What?

You didn't find that grubby little
boy who tried to k*ll me,

so I'm going to hire someone
who can.

Your Majesty, with all due respect,
the Prime Minister

and the Home Secretary
are the only people

who can appoint, indeed fire,
the chief of police...

And they have already signed...it.

Your Maj... Your Majesty.

I have spent 11 years building
up this police force.

I have so much work left undone.

That is exactly why I am
relieving you of your duties.

We need some new blood,
someone not so long in the tooth.

Your precious police force
will be in better hands.

What does long in the tooth mean?

The expression alludes to a horse's
gums receding with age and making

the teeth appear longer.

Yes, but what does horse's teeth
have to do with elderly humans?

Hmm.

Very true, Bertie.

Perhaps it should be long
in the ear.

Long in the ear? Hmm.

Yes, well, men's ears don't stop
growing, do they?

Even after they've died.
Their bodies wither away

and their ears just plough
on like giant pink lily pads.

Oh.

Are you still here?

Yes.

Why?

Let's go.

What time does he have his lunch?

As soon as the clock strikes.

Well, he did yesterday.

CLOCK BELL CHIMES

There he is.

Come on.

OK. We're looking for
the shipping chart.

Oi, Chaz, have a look.
Is this it?

Shipping chart, that's it.

Look, all the names of the boats
coming in this week.

The Glory - it's bringing in tallow.
That's sheep's fat, innit?

No, I don't fancy getting nicked
for a lump of blubber.

Queen Victoria, with sugar.

Sugar!

Oh, that's more like it.

Come on!

ALL: SURPRISE!

I'm not in the mood.

Oh, but we've organised a leaving
party for you, sir.

I don't want a party.

Well, at least take the card.
Everyone's signed it who can write.

Sir, does the reward with Dodger
still stand

even though you're leaving?

Yes, of course.

I'd gladly give my whole fortune
to see that greasy little cadger

six feet under after what he's done
to me.

Move, man.

Sorry, sir. A little bit awkward,
but you're going to have to leave

the evidence, sir.

Right.

And your keys, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Right, move, move!

Duff, get my case, man.
Yes, sir.

Sad day. Yeah. Sad day.

Are you all right? Yeah.

Duff? Yeah. It's the other way.

Yes. Yeah? Yeah. You're all right?

Yeah.

No. Come forward. Yeah.

And then you turn, and then you go.

The other way. It's too big.
Can we take the door handles off?

No, Duff. Don't be silly. You've got
to just go the other way, Duff.

Duff... You've got to pivot.

What?

Turn. Have you got it?

Yeah. All right.

Not that... Duff, come on.

It's the other way.

Not that...like that.
Come back.

You're all right.

Yeah, that way.

No, not like...

Like that. There you go.

Are you all right? Yeah.

It's heavy.

CLATTER!

Oh!

What was the name of
the captain again?

Riggs, the West Indian
Sugar Company.

SHE SCREAMS

Don't wriggle! It only makes
it worse.

Get off me!

Charley!

Who are you? What do you want?

Charley!

Where are you taking me?

Sit there and shut up.

Driver!

Can I take the bag off?

BOTH: No!

How'd it go?

Charley's been snatched.

By the police?

No, by the Grundles! Who?
The farmer and his wife.

They've taken her back up north,
to the farm.

We need to get her back now.

No, you rob the ship first.
We need money fast.

What one you springing?

But Charley...

Charley, Charley... Forget Charley!

Tell us what's on the bleeding ship.

No.

Not unless you let me go
after Charley.

You rob the ship and then we can
go and fetch her.

The Queen Victoria.

It's bringing in sugar from
the West Indies.

Sugar! Sweet white gold.

Worth a mint, that is. Fetches
a high price on black market.

Yeah, toffs scoff that stuff up like
there's no tomorrow!

Dodger, you fetch one lump of sugar

and the days of empty guts are
behind us!

HE LAUGHS AND BULLSEYE BARKS

Stupid... Stupid...

Stupid leaving card!

"..forward to ketching up..."

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait.

"Ketching..."

"Ketching up."

"Ketching me." The spelling,
the handwriting.

Sir, does the reward with Dodger
still stand,

even though you're leaving?

£20 reward, that's a lot of money.

I'm not well off, sir. Got a lot of
mouths to feed, sir.

Blathers.

Where are you, Dodger?

Where are you?

GLASS SMASHES

Arrgh!

What in God's slippers are you
doing? This is my office.

I was just keeping the seat warm
until they find a replacement, sir.

Oh, don't give me that, you snake.

What are you talking about?

Look, the letter from Dodger.

Well, you wrote it.

The handwriting on the leaving
card is the same as Dodger's.

You had us all thinking you were
looking for a boy who could write,

a boy who lives south of the river.

Why would I do that, sir?

So that you could stay one
step ahead of us,

find Dodger, keep the reward,

line your own pockets.

But I can't keep the reward
now, can I, sir?

Police aren't allowed.

Well, someone else could.

Someone who you put up to it.

Yes, I knew it.

I've faced down hundreds of
criminals in my time.

I can see when a man has got
something to hide.

You...

..are a disgrace to my police force.

And to think you were lying
all the time, and for what? Greed.

Greed?

I need the money!

We get paid peanuts here.

I've got 11 kids and a wife
with only one leg.

How else am I supposed to put
crumbs on the table?

These are the only clothes I own.

Part of the reason why I took
this job was to get a decent

pair of boots.

I've got wear this garb and get spat
at on a Sunday,

same as every other day of the week.

But I don't suppose you would
understand that, sir -

you and your fancy clothes
and your theatre tickets.

Breaking and entering.

Criminal damage.

I've got a good mind to arrest
you, sir.

HE LAUGHS

Bribery and obstruction of justice -
that won't go down well in court.

Even though everyone was looking
the other way,

you still couldn't find The Dodger.

But I will, even if it kills me.

And when I'm done with him...

..I'm coming for you.

Don't worry, Charley, I'll bring
you back home.

Stir yourself. We've arrived.

We did what you asked.
We got her back.

Now maybe you won't throw
us off the farm, eh?

Are we square?

Yeah. Now, go. Go on.

I'm not going with them?

No, there's someone who wants
to meet you.

Who'd want to meet her?

THEY CHUCKLE

Eh...

..do we get a ride home
in your nice carriage?

You've got legs, haven't you? Walk.

Cheeky...

Come on.

Go on, the Countess is waiting.

What does a countess want to see
me for?

Come in, urchin.

SHE GASPS

You have his eyes.

Whose eyes?

And his hair. Whose hair?!

You look just like your father.

What?

Your father.

How did you know me dad?

Even I don't know me dad,
and he's me dad.

I begat you.

You what?

I birthed you.

Eh?

Damn it, girl,
I'm your mother.

I can't take it in.

She can't be my mother -

that pasty thing in the greenhouse?

She is. How?

When the Countess were 18,
her father put on

a ball to celebrate.

So, of course, they
needed musicians.

One of them was called Zafar.

The Countess was rather
taken by him.

She became pregnant.

Take it away. I don't want
to see it.

We arranged to take you to the best
family we could find.

They promised me they would look
after you like their own.

I shall call it Charley,
after my favourite pig.

Don't worry, it's in safe hands.

What happened to me dad?

He never came back again.

I don't like pickle.

Morning, Sir Charles.

Thank you, Miss Piptree.

Leave my morning foods there.

Oh, what's all this?

I'm still looking for that juvenile
delinquent they call Dodger.

Oh, him. Yeah.

Little wretch.

All my friends are scared to walk
the streets in case he strikes.

Yeah, I think he's part of a g*ng
who dwells in this area.

But we've searched every building,
every tunnel, every cellar, and...

..nothing.

I suppose you've tried
The Three Tipples, have you?

The Three Tipples? It's a tavern
around the back of the docks.

I used to work nearby,
in the orphanage.

We had some children
from there, once.

They'd escaped from a strange
fellow who lived above the pub.

Above the pub, you say?

Yeah, up in the roof. That's where
they slept, ate, everything.

He trained them to be pickpockets,
just like your Dodger fella.

There isn't a pub or tavern
called The Three Tipples.

Oh. Mind you, I am going back years.

It might be long gone by now.

Anyway, I'll leave you to it.

Wait...

The Three Tipples.

It's the same pub.

They changed the name.

BILL: So, one more time, how are
we going to rob the boat?

I'm getting the sailors. Polly,
you're going to be on lookout.

Minnie, you're going to help Bill
keep the sailors busy.

Hey, sailors love a bet. Let's crack
open the cards! Ha-ha!

Dodger, give us your pack. Come on.

Don't lose them, they're special.

Now, Tang, I need you under
this table.

You're going to slip the watches
out of the pockets and you're going

to stop the watch. Can I steal one?
No, no.

Now, I know it feels very wrong not
to nick, but you've got to put

everything back. When they look at
their clocks,

it's got to be like they've got
all the time in the world.

Now, once Minnie bolts that
door and she shouts, "Lock-in",

Dodger and Tom get down
to the docks sharpish.

Tom ties up the customs officer,
Dodger, you rob the boat.

We're going to be drowning
in sugar by this time tonight.

LAUGHTER

Why can't I go in the boat?
I'm more experienced.

Because Dodger's niftier than you,
and Fagin says

you've lost your bottle.

Lost my bottle, have I?

Yes. How do you think it feels when
you lot call me a failure?

Eh?

I've done time for you, remember?

Anyway, don't know why you're
listening to Fagin.

He's a wreck. He's quivering in his
room right now. He's abandoned you.

He's abandoned all of us.

Stop whingeing! And you'll do as
you're told!

You, boy, once you're on board,
you stuff your sack

and you come right back here.

As soon as you're here,

we'll let the sailors go,
none the wiser.

Let's go.

Come on! Move!

Captain Riggs, Queen Victoria.
Ah, Captain Riggs.

Sorry, there's a backlog. Come back
about two. Should be done by then.

Very well.

Hello, boys. Any of you
lads feeling thirsty?

Can I recommend the Fiddler's Arms?
Best tavern in London,

and all the food and drink
is half price for sailors.

I don't need the best tavern,
just the nearest.

It is the nearest.

That's the nearest.

Ah, well, that might be the
nearest, but it's the worstest.

I mean, that's if you want rat
pee on your fish and chips.

They use it to top up the vinegar.

Just saying.

Lead the way, then.

As you can see, urchin,

I'm dying, and my sins sit heavy
upon my soul.

My pastor has told me I must
ask your forgiveness

if I am to pass into
the Kingdom of Heaven.

Forgiveness for what?

Abandoning you as a babe in arms.

So that's why you wanted me back?

So you could die without me sitting
on your guilty conscience.

Well, do I have your forgiveness?

No. I beg your pardon?

I don't forgive you.

Oh, don't be ridiculous, urchin.

Give me your forgiveness at once.

You're only doing this for yourself.

You never for one second
thought about me.

Say you forgive me.

No! You're ashamed of me.

You left me to rot on that farm
like a turnip!

Well, I'm not a turnip,
and I don't forgive you.

What do you want? Money?

Just take me home.

Is that it?

It might not seem much to you,
with your mansions

and your fancy plants, but it's all
I want.

Although I will have that.

Come back here!

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

Not far now, boys.

Just along here.

I thought you said the tavern was
round the corner.

It is round the corner. I just
didn't say what corner.

They're coming! Get ready!

And this is the one.

Here we go, lads.
The finest tavern in London.

This is the finest? I'd hate to see
the worst.

This is my gaff you're
talking about.

Welcome, welcome, lovely sailors,
to London Town.

Five drinks - on the house.

HE CLEARS THROAT

We can't drink this.

What's wrong with it?

It's ale. We don't drink.

What? You said you were thirsty.

Yes. Not for booze!

We have to keep a clear
head for the journey back.

Five lemonades, please.

Lemonade?!

Are you sure you don't want
anything stronger?

Lemonade will be fine.

OK, yeah, sure.

Lemonade. Lemonade it is.

BILL: Gentlemen, come and join me
on the finest table.

HE CHUCKLES

Have a seat, lads, have a seat.

Is that a lemon? No.

Sorry, sir, it's a lock-in.
No admittance.

Gentlemen, how about a
game of cards?

We don't gamble.

Oh.

Which nunnery did you find
this lot at?

Sailors that don't drink or gamble.

I've got an idea.

Why not play for charity?

A worthy cause.

What cause?

Seasick sailors?

Wonky dogs.

Well, if it's for a good
cause, we can play.

OK! It's a lock-in!

Dodger, you've got exactly one hour.
Go, go, go!

Right. Do you know pontoon?

Of course.

OK, I'll start. Bill, you deal.

Aye-aye, captain.

FORCED LAUGHTER

Because you're a captain.

You're a captain.

Should we deal the cards?

HE CHUCKLES

Have you got the crowbars?

I thought you brought them.

I thought you were supposed
to get them.

No, I told you to bring them.
No, you were supposed to get them!

Now, go get them. Go to the lair
and I'll meet you there, all right?

Why do I have to... Just...GO!

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist. Stick. No.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

But you must have been bust by now.
No, sir! Twist on.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Twist.

Yes! I win. 21.

SHE CHUCKLES

You cards need to add up to 21.

They do.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15,

16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21!

No, the value of the cards
needs to add up to 21,

not the number of cards!

Oh, yeah, that's pontoon.
This is "pontewn".

Completely different rules.

We need to head back
to the ship in, er...

Oh, but it's earlier
than I thought.

Let's play another game.

I want a game that requires
skill and mental agility.

A game that stretches the intellect

and utilises all the cunning
that one possesses.

Snap! Yes!

Oh, excuse me.

Is that the Queen Victoria?
I forgot my specs.

Oh, no, that's the Victoria Queen,
convict ship.

It's full of the worst fellas
in London.

It's going to Australia.

Oh, right. Queen Victoria
is down there.

Blue bow. You can't miss it.

You don't want to get them mixed up.

There he is.

Like a rat in a trap.

You're the... Chief of police.

Yes. Well, I was.

Thanks to you, everything
I ever stood for

was thrown out of the window,

like gut sluice from
a chamber pot.

But...

..I've got you now.

Game over.

Look, I'm not
as bad as you think I am.

I'm just trying to get by.

Oh, spare me the poor
little urchin speech.

You stole my mother.

Where is she?

Sell her, did you?

I never sold her!

I was actually
going to give her back.

Oh, stop lying for once.

No-one ever believes me.

You can't see any good in me,
can you?

No, I can't.

Suppose I should thank you, really.

What? You made me.

What on earth are you talking about?

You're the one who slapped
the posters of my mug all over town.

Got my name out there.

People on the far side of London
whose pockets

are never so much as tickled

are looking behind them,

thinking Dodger's out to get them.

Before you, I was just a boy
who nicked stuff.

Now...

..I'm a legend.

Oh, be quiet, boy. You can't
jabber your way out of this one.

You are going to swing

and I'm going to watch every second
with pleasure.

Fagin. Well, we seem
to have a visitor.

Looks like it's curtains for us.

Bedspreads, too.

Where's the rest of your men?

I came alone.

This is my beef. My business.

I want Dodger.

So, er, no back up?

No, I don't intend to share
my prize.

Anyway, it turns out you can't trust
anyone. Now...

..are you going to come quietly?

Well, since you've got this piece
of steel and that look in your eye,

I don't think I've got any choice.

Good. I'm going to have to handcuff
you, you know that.

The law's the law. Fair's fair.

Fagin. Shut up.

Boy?

You want me...?

Cuff him.

Come on.

Do it, Dodger. He's serious.

Right.

Come here, boy.

Show me your wrists.

No. No, I won't!

Dodger, listen to the gentleman.

I'm arresting you for
petty theft, grand theft,

attempted assassination
of the monarch,

treason, breaking and entering,

impersonating a person of substance,

theft of ancient artefacts,

desecration of said
ancient artefacts,

the making of forged money,

and the theft of my mother.

Right, come on.

It's the hangman for you both.

I suppose you'll want to

take us out main door
and humiliate us

in front of the whole street.

Indeed. Right, this way.

Come on, boy.

Would you mind?

That door.

No!

Leave him, Dodger. Let him swing.

Help me!

Only if you let him go.

Over...

..my...

..dead...

Fagin, we can... No!

..body.

No!

HE CHUCKLES

I nicked the key from his pocket,
didn't I?

I told you you'd never be
as fast as me.

Lightest fingers in
the milky universe.

You've just k*lled
the chief of police.

I didn't k*ll anyone. I gave him his
chance, he didn't take it.

We just stood there.

We could have helped him.

Jack!

For once in your life, listen.

I've lost so much - so much
that means something to me.

I'm not prepared to lose you
as well, and certainly not

for some unhinged mutton shunter.
Understand?

Now, get down the docks
and make us all millionaires.

I'll try.

Good boy.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Tom! What kept ya?!

Don't worry about it.
Is this the ship?

Yeah.

What about the customs officer?
Taken care of.

Right, then. I'll see you
in a minute.

Yeah, yeah, I'll see you
in a minute.

Don't forget to rattle
if the sailors come back.

I won't.

Tom, you've got some competition
with the old Dodger, here.

Dodger's not one of our own,
though, is he?

All he cares about is getting in
Fagin's good books.

Dodger's niftier than you,
and Fagin says

you've lost your bottle.

Snap!

SHE LAUGHS

CHURCH BELL RINGS

Hold on.

Did I just hear a church bell?

No! No, no, no, no, no.

You might just have a bit of water
in your ears.

But wait...

The clock tower says two o'clock.

Er...that's just a painting.

You made a painting go bong?!

My watch has stopped!

Mine too.

And mine. Mine too. Mine too.

Well, what are you waiting for?
Get back to the ship!

No, no, no, no, no... No, no, no...

How many times have I told you?
It's a lock-in. You can't go inside.

Move!

SHOUTING

Move! We don't have time for this!

What about Dodger?!

SHIP CREAKS

SHIP CREAKS

No! no, no, no!

Where's Blathers?
He's in there. In there? Yeah.

DOOR OPENS

It's Sir Charles.

He's had an accident. What?
I think he's a goner.

Oh. Quick!

Get back to the ship!
Look what time it is!

The sailors are coming.
Where's Dodger?

Er... He's gone. He's gone!

The ship has gone. The ship's gone
and he's on it.

Hello. You want to see a card trick?

Oh.

HE GULPS

Stop, this is it.

Fiddler's Arms. Home.

Charley, if you need anything,

you know where to find me.

I don't need anyone.

DOG WHINES

Where's Dodger?

It's too late. We've lost him.

He's gone.

Jack?

Nice to meet you.

I'm Dodger.