School Radio

Oliver Twist
EPISODE ONE
NARRATOR

By Charles Dickens

Among other public buildings in a certain town, there is a workhouse…and in this workhouse was born the child whose name is fixed to the start of this story. For a long time it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether Oliver would survive to bear any name at all…there being nobody present by but an old woman, who was rendered rather misty by beer…and a Doctor. Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them. The result was, that, after a few struggles… Oliver breathed, sneezed…and set up a loud cry. As Oliver gave this first proof of the proper action of his lungs the patchwork cover which was carelessly flung over the bed rustled, and the pale face of a young woman rose feebly from the pillow…

MOTHER NURSE MOTHER NARRATOR DOCTOR NURSE DOCTOR NURSE

Let me see the child...and die. Lor’ bless her! My child… So saying and pressing her cold white lips passionately on its forehead, the young woman fell back - and died. It's all over, Mrs. Thingummy! Poor dear! She was a good-looking young woman; where did she come from? She was brought here last night...was found lying in the street... walked some distance, for her shoes were worn to pieces...but where she come from, or where she was going to, nobody knows. The old story - no wedding-ring, I see. Good-night!

DOCTOR

1

School Radio

www.bbc.co.uk/schoolradio

© BBC 2013

Goodness gracious! Is that you. sir? Susan. Mr. Bumble.co. or inheritance. But nature. ******** NARRATOR Oliver was dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off. boy! He was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman. who. My heart alive! Mr. What is it? Why. had been locked up for presuming to be hungry when Mrs. Bumble. perhaps he would have cried all the louder. without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing. 2 MRS MANN NARRATOR MRS MANN NARRATOR MRS MANN School Radio www. to put into the children’s tonic. striving to undo the garden-gate. Mr. where twenty or thirty other juveniles rolled about the floor all day. Bumble.School Radio NARRATOR If Oliver could have known that he was the orphan of a workhouse – to be cuffed and buffeted through the world – despised by all and pitied by none. Bumble? You’ve had a long walk. take Oliver and them two brats upstairs and wash 'em directly. under the parental superintendence of an elderly woman. it's what I'm obliged to keep a little of in the house. sure-ly! BUMBLE NARRATOR MRS MANN BUMBLE MRS MANN Mrs Mann! Mr Bumble officiously deposits his hat and cane on the table before him… Now. how glad I am to see you. Bumble. Mr.uk/schoolradio © BBC 2013 . was unexpectedly startled by Mr. In the cellar with you. when they ain't well. the good lady of the house. Susan! Thrash ‘em and throw ‘em in the cellar! It happened in eight and a half cases out of ten either that a child sickened from want and cold. after participating with him in a sound thrashing. had implanted a good sturdy spirit in Oliver. Mann. will you take a little drop of somethink.bbc. or fell into the fire from neglect or accident.

the workhouse board have determined to have him back. I have got names ready to the end of the alphabet all the way through to Z! Why. Make a bow to the gentleman. well. she can't. is nine year old today. So let me see him at once.bbc. you're quite a literary character.School Radio BUMBLE MRS MANN BUMBLE MRS MANN BUMBLE MRS MANN BUMBLE You feel as a mother. Bumble! I. Mr. The last was a S – Swubble. Mrs. Lor’ bless him! But how comes he to have any name at all. This was a T – Twist. You. Sir. sir! Well. Perhaps I may be. Mann. Susan! Bring the boy. MRS MANN BUMBLE MRS MANN NARRATOR MRS MANN OLIVER BUMBLE OLIVER BUMBLE NARRATOR 3 School Radio www. then? I inwented it. Mrs. Oliver was pushed into the room. I named him. I named him. We name our fondlings in alphabetical order. I drink your health with cheerfulness. I have come out myself to take him there. Mann. Will you go along with me. Oh Lor’ what a thirst! The child that was half baptized Oliver Twist. Now. But she'll come and see you sometimes. Oliver. Mann. Mrs.uk/schoolradio © BBC 2013 . perhaps I may be. Oliver being too old to remain here. Which was very great consolation to the child.co. Oliver? Will she go with me? No.

bbc. and where the workhouse Board now decided that he be educated. The boy Oliver Twist has asked for more! Throw him in the cellar. yet Oliver had burst into an agony of childish grief. sir. at six o'clock. and taught the useful trade of picking apart old rope for oakum to start that very next morning. The evening arrived. The master is stationed at the pot. The gruel is served out. lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening. ladled the gruel at mealtimes. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of this slow starvation for three months: at last they got so wild with hunger.co.uk/schoolradio © BBC 2013 . Throw away the key! 4 School Radio www. basin and spoon in hand… OLIVER MASTER OLIVER MASTER NARRATOR Please. What! Please.School Radio NARRATORY And so Oliver went back to the workhouse where he was born. as the cottage-gate closed after him. Though no kind word or look had ever lighted the gloom of his infant years. Mr Bumble. as he lay on the rough. The gruel is eaten The boys whisper and nudge Oliver. The bowls never wanted washing. and ask for more. Desperate with hunger and reckless with misery. I want some more. Oliver approaches the master. sir. and it fell to Oliver. sobbing himself to sleep. The boys take their places. Fetch Mr Bumble! Fetch Mr Bumble! As the master beats the boy with his ladle. with a large copper pot at one end: out of which the master. ******** NARRATOR The room in which the boys were fed was a large stone hall. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again and then they would suck their fingers with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. a council was held. rushes in horror to the workhouse Board. I want some more. hard bed in the large ward of the workhouse.

And though they may get stuck. roasting their feet makes 'em struggle to hextricate their selves before they’ve got themselves smothered. One as could climb up the chimbleys and not get stuck. I find there's nothink like a good hot blaze to make 'em come down vith a run. for boys is wery obstinit. and wery lazy. dressed in a suit of threadbare black. and shoes to match. Sir. and there flogged as a public warning and example. large-jointed man. the chimney-sweeper. Oh! Mr Bumble…why. acause. Gen'l'men. Mr Sowerberry. In other words. or calling. gen'l'men. ******** NARRATOR GAMFIELD NARRATOR GAMFIELD The first person to read the notice on the gate is Mr Gamfield. Now make a bow. Mr Gamfield is taken before the workhouse Board. he’s very small. a bill is pasted on the outside of the workhouse gate. It's humane too. No. five pounds and Oliver Twist will be offered to any man or woman who wants an apprentice to any trade.bbc. business. and from where he is carried every other day into the hall where the boys dine. where in all probability the skipper would flog him to death in a playful mood. offering a reward of five pounds to anyone who will take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish.co. Meanwhile Oliver remains a prisoner in the dark and solitary room where he cries bitterly all day. Could the board send him to sea. BUMBLE OLIVER SOWERB I’ve brought the boy. Gamfield. NARRATOR 5 School Radio www. even if they've stuck in the chimbley. It’s a light and pleasant trade. Five pounds and a boy. the local undertaker? Mr. with darned cotton socks of the same colour.School Radio NARRATOR While Oliver sits in the dark.uk/schoolradio © BBC 2013 . Sowerberry was a tall. some day after dinner? Or perhaps Mr Sowerberry. boy. not Mr.

There's no denying it. Sowerberry. he is rather small. How old are yer? I’m ten now. directly. that's all.uk/schoolradio © BBC 2013 . yer idle young ruffian! NARRATOR But Oliver. I suppose. Take down the shutters. Then I'll whop yer when I get in. noted by Mr Sowerberry. was soon promoted over the large-headed. sleeping among the coffins. will yer? I will.co. Mr Noah Claypole. for his expression of melancholy. Mr. my work'us brat! Yer don't know who I am. it being a nice sickly season in which measles were prevalent. to drive him mad with terror… Then the next morning… NOAH OLIVER NOAH OLIVER NOAH OLIVER NOAH Open the door. And. sir. sir. Oliver is in his bed beneath the counter. A cold tremble comes over Oliver every time his eyes wander in its direction. But he'll grow. sir. I suppose yer the new boy. He almost expects to see some frightful form slowly rear its head from it. you just see if I don't.bbc. and to the envy of Noah. many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed.School Radio BUMBLE Why. to the admiration of all the mothers in the town. ain't yer? Yes. he'll grow! ******** NARRATOR Night. and you're under me. Work'us? I'm Mister Noah Claypole. in a hat-band reaching down to his knees. An unfinished coffin is standing on black tressels in the middle of the shop. Yer little sneak. NOAH 6 School Radio www.

School Radio NARRATOR Noah was pulling Oliver's hair and twitching his ears. I think I know what it must be to die of that! Don't you say anything more about her. Work'us. he walks quickly on. how's your mother? She's dead. The stone bears. Work'us. Oliver fells Noah to the ground. Noah did what many sometimes do to this day when they want to be funny. One moment of hesitation – and he has closed the door behind him and is in the open street… After nearly five miles of running and hiding under hedges. which is more likely than either. Oliver sits down to rest by the side of a milestone. What did you say? And it's a great deal better.uk/schoolradio © BBC 2013 . London! That great place! Nobody could ever find him there! Jumping upon his feet.co. or else she'd have been hard labouring. and at once gives Oliver a drubbing… With the first ray of light Oliver rises and unbars the door. isn't it? Crimson with fury. He got rather personal.bbc. NOAH OLIVER NOAH OLIVER NOAH OLIVER NOAH NARRATOR 7 School Radio www. as was his usual custom. or transported…or hung. For which he is locked in the cellar by Mrs Sowerberry… Mr Sowerberry returns at last. that she died when she did. Work'us? Of a broken heart. not making Oliver cry. an intimation that it is just seventy miles from that spot to London. in large letters. But. Work'us. you'd better not! Better not! Better not! Well! But yer must know. they told me. yer mother was a regular right-down bad 'un. don't you say anything about her to me! What did she die of.

Sign up to vote on this title
UsefulNot useful