It's an aortic aneurysm, isn't it?
Yes.
And when it bursts,
this is all over?
I don't wanna leave this world without knowing love fully.
DODGER: You are loved.
Fully.
Some consider me innately cruel,
but I simply see this as a necessary part of justice.
For without the rope, society crumbles.
The rope is the brute girdle that binds us up and keeps us safe.
Yet the rope offers not just punishment, but salvation.
Would you like to be saved, Mr. Fagin?
Very much, yes. What do you want?
Jack Dawkins.
I know in my blood you both stole the gold.
Now, if I hang you, I snuff a vagrant no one much cares for.
But if I hold a public trial of an upstart doctor,
I set an example that keeps the brigandry at bay.
Bring him to me red-handed with the gold,
I'll convict him and hang him in the marketplace.
Do this for the Crown, I'll release you now.
And I'll procure you a full pardon. You will be a free man.
Bramwell.
FAGIN: Stop!
Where do you want him?
Bring him here, six of the clock.
Good boy.
We can fix it.
Astley Cooper performed the surgery 40 years ago. I read the case report.
-He killed the patient. -I know.
I know, but medicine's changed.
We changed it.
Belle, there is a reason why the best surgeon in the century failed.
You would die on the table.
I believe you can.
Please do not ask this of me.
So, what, you'll just hold my hand and see me into the next life?
That's not good enough, Jack.
Not if you really love me.
-(DOOR OPENS) -Here, darling, I've brought you some...
-(GASPS) -(BELLE EXHALES)
You're not to see my daughter again. You pack your things,
hand over your current patients to Dr. Sneed,
and leave town by the end of the week.
Belle is dying.
So, you tell her she's dying to trick her into becoming your whore.
What?
Dr. Sneed examined her last night and found nothing wrong.
Nervous strain.
Eleven London doctors examined her supposed illness and found nothing.
They are fools.
But fools who can read.
She wants me to operate.
But that will kill her.
-I don't know what to do. -You stay silent.
And you can thank God and my principles
that the Governor will hear nothing of this.
Otherwise, he'd certainly call for your head.
Get out.
Why don't you tell me about that time
you won the Amateur Agricultural for best smoked trout?
That'll cheer you up.
Rosie.
I've lost a shipment of gold so large, it doesn't bear thinking of.
My wife and daughters think I'm a simpleton.
And they're probably right.
Nah. You ain't that to me, Eddie.
You're the dearest man I know.
I have to return to Whitehall to resign in disgrace.
Don't you dare leave me for that freezing misery of a country.
You're my one bright spot.
Anyway, they'll probably find the gold.
It's a small colony. Someone will splash shigs around.
Just don't talk of leaving, Eddie, please.
LADY JANE: We'll need to watch your waist.
If it thickens,
I'll find an excuse for you to visit your uncle in India for nine months.
As long as nobody knows,
we might be able to salvage your reputation...
You don't understand.
You're not dying.
But you are being ruined and taken for a fool.
Mother.
My aorta is swelling. Mmm?
Unless I have this surgery, it will rupture and I will bleed to death.
Stop it! Just stop it!
I won't let you hurt yourself with that man.
Then you'll get me killed.
That's the rough end of the feather, that is.
No doubt about it.
It's impossible.
I can't see how to save her.
You see, I have an inkling of how that feels.
Well, look at this pie.
It's tasty, salty, bit of gristle, but otherwise, full of gravy.
I'll enjoy it, it'll fill me heart, but then, it'll be gone.
And I will take comfort
knowing that just around the corner will be another pie.
You're seriously comparing the woman I love to one of Rotty's pies?
Look.
There are times in this life
when we have to face the loss of something so precious,
it makes the heart clench just to think of it.
Love's frail, Dodge, it don't last. Especially not in our world.
That's what gives it its pain.
And it's also what gives it its shine
because in the flickering of a glim, it's gone.
I'm sorry, Dodge. Truly.
OLIVER: Seriously, what type of security do you call this, Gaines?
This is just bloody incompetence!
Just steady on, Twist.
Now, how bad is it, really?
-It's catastrophic, sir. -Oh, Christ.
Let's not tell my...
-Ah, darling. -I need to speak with you, now.
Yes. Likewise.
Do you remember when I lost that prized hunting dog back in Hampshire?
This is very similar.
LADY JANE: Hasten to the point.
-GAINES: The gold is gone. -Gone?
Gone where?
Who knows where these things go, darling.
There was a break-in during the festivities last night.
So, the gold to mint for the colony's new currency
has gone from under our roof?
This constant barrage of mediocrity is exhausting!
Mr. Twist, as the Bank's man,
I'll assume you'll return to London and take responsibility?
Well, I mean, that is to say...
Very good, Mr. Twist, we accept.
Now, darling, may I have a word?
Just a dashed and salted minute.
I can't let Twist face the music.
I'm the bally Governor, I need to return to England...
Absolutely not! Mr. Twist offered and he'll go.
I'm not actually sure I...
I'll... I'll pack.
Redress this, Gaines.
Find the gold and I'll make you a Major.
Might I say, it's good to have a firm hand on the tiller, milady.
Our daughter has lost her senses.
Dawkins has convinced her that she has some appalling illness.
Now, now, calm down, Jane.
I told her it's ridiculous.
-Well... -Well, what?
Well, I've often found that
the mad officer's turned out to be right under fire.
And you did say he was rather good.
You're incredibly unhelpful.
-(WATCH TICKING) -This is a waste of my very limited time.
Your mother asked for a full examination. So, here we are.
Good news.
-You have a very treatable ulcer. -Nonsense.
I have an expansive mass and a bruit.
My aorta is whooshing. Listen.
Please.
(HEART THROBBING)
Inconclusive.
You're an intelligent man. Why are you being a coward?
I am a qualified doctor with years of experience
and a degree from Oxford.
It's an ulcer.
To be a man, to not have to beg a lesser mind,
to, "Please, sir, can you save my life?"
Try and get some rest.
And I'll consider this outburst an emotional response to a trying day.
So, are you feeling better?
'Cause I wouldn't want anything to happen.
Because I couldn't live with that.
(SOBS) I just couldn't.
She needs bed rest for the ulcer to heal.
And this aneurysm, is there anything in it?
Dawkins seems to think it might be rather bad.
Yes, it would be, if it was.
But in my clinical opinion, your daughter has a curable ulcer,
and Dawkins has a great flair for the dramatic.
My concern is that Belle may take matters into her own hands.
(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
HETTY: Mrs. Patchet's cough is worsening, so Tim's made her a concoction.
TIM: Just do her a bit of bushmeat, good for the chest.
Mr. Teignbridge needs his wound dressing.
And Mr. Uttlesford's grown horns. Big green ones, came on overnight.
-Hmm. Very good. -Jack!
No hard feelings, Dawkins.
Belle just felt there was a man of better quality.
And I'll need your patient list for the handover. When you can.
Stop!
Describe her condition to me.
Sounds like a perforated ulcer.
"Perforated ulcer." You stupid bloody toff!
-She has an aortic aneurysm! -SNEED: Not possible.
If you could read the medical literature,
you'd find no cases in a patient of her age.
Sod the literature. Observe the patient!
From which I hear, you've been doing quite a bit of observing lately.
ALISTAIR: Dr. Dawkins, unhand Dr. Sneed!
There'll be no more duels.
I know you admire Lady Belle,
but we medical men need to keep our dignity.
As a young student, I worked with a great man of guise in London.
He pioneered one of the best...
I do not have time for your stories!
So, you really haven't got the gold, Fagin?
With the greatest respect, Rotty,
do you think I would be hanging around here if I had?
(RED CHUCKLES)
You don't see it, do ya?
Jack swindled you.
(SCOFFS) Dodger?
He's got access because he's scrumping Moneybags,
and he needs cash to join her world.
Well, if he did, he did. It's a rat-eat-rat world.
And I've always taught him to look after number one.
Of course, you might just be shifting suspicion away from yourself.
You have got something of a reputation
for grabbing the shigs before a decent thief can get a look in.
Do you think I'd be asking for it if I'd stolen it, you turnip?
I don't know, you're very crafty!
Just pack it in, you two! Just pack it in!
It's someone who knows the comings and goings of the port.
When the gold's arriving, when it's leaving.
BOTH: Darius!
Morning, Bill.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Fagin.
Well, butter my parsnips.
How royally good to see you.
I'm almost proud of you, my dear.
You connived this right from the start, didn't you?
Isn't it scrumptious?
You know, I always thought you was a whiny, mealy, flowerpot of a kid
with nothing in your head but snot, but I have underestimated you.
I think back on my time with you and the Dodge with such fondness,
that I do really see this as a tribute.
You awakened something dark and glorious in me, Fagin.
My passion, my genius for crime.
A good master will do that for his apprentice.
You see, the only dung beetle in the butter
is that Captain Gaines is itching to scrag someone for all this purloinary,
and I just as soon it not be me.
So, I might be pushed and I never want to, I assure you,
but I might just be pushed to drop a little word
about all your perfidious escapades.
We're not playing by Clerkenwell rules anymore.
Before I left London, I found these lovely memories. (CLEARS THROAT)
The Crown v. Jack Dawkins.
Fifteen years for theft.
Prisoner escape report for Jack Dawkins. Death warrant for Jack Dawkins.
So, if you'd like to whisper about me to Gaines,
then, well, I'd have to pass these memories on.
As you say, "Always look out for number one."
It's a goodly motto.
One I hold to.
Though, I suspect
it'll see you in Beelzebub's clutches come the end of things.
God rot you, Oliver Twist.
I hope the Devil chews your bones.
Oh, no, Fagin. God wouldn't do that to an Eton man.
(DARIUS SCREAMS)
Fagin! You...
You scream again, I will cut out your tongue and feed it to the cat.
Now, I want to know everything about your rank dealings with Mr. Twist.
Nah!
Aputi, old mate, I was a good employer, wasn't I?
-Not really. -(DARIUS SCREAMS)
(MUFFLED SCREAMS ECHOING)
Where's Jack? He wouldn't let this happen!
No, Jack's not around.
But Aputi here has the makings of a fine surgeon.
-He just needs some practice. -One hand or two?
-It's your choice, my friend. -Thank you.
I think two.
No! Stop!
He's switching ships.
-Where's he going? -Tahiti.
Not London. The gold would never make it.
FAGIN: Obviously. I'd worked that one out.
And I presume you're being paid not to inspect Lady Fanny's luggage.
Yeah. Just wave it on through.
Thank you.
Oi! Fagin, you have to let me go. I gave you everything you need!
I'm not sure it works like that.
I'm gonna leave you in the capable hands of my colleague, Aputi, to stitch you up.
(GRUNTS)
ALISTAIR: I was a young man about town with all the trappings.
But not the wherewithal to clad myself as I'd have liked.
And Astley Cooper let me know that.
He was very particular about shirts.
-Astley Cooper? -Yes.
"Oh, McGregor," he'd say, "Wearing a cheap shirt again today"?
Sorry, sir. The man you worked with... You worked with Sir Astley Cooper?
You weren't interested in my story before, Dawkins.
I'm sorry, sir.
-Did you happen to see the... -Operation on the aortic ane?
-Yes. -Could you tell me about it?
Sit down, Dr. Dawkins.
-Port? -DODGER: No. Thank you.
Do you have any clinical notes?
Oh, God. Somewhere.
No matter, I remember it clearly.
It was rainy that day and I'd forgotten my coat
and Cooper said I look like a drowned rat.
He was a brilliant bastard.
The surgery, sir. How did he do it?
The challenge is to tie the ligation tight enough to fix the aneurysm,
but loose enough to sustain blood flow through the body.
What's he been drinking?
The old Parsons.
Old... That'll knock out a bloody whale.
(OBJECTS RUSTLING)
(GASPS) Mother of God!
Sir.
What was the ligation? How did he tie it?
What was that you gave me, Dawkins? It's quite moreish.
Please, sir, try to remember. What was Cooper's solution?
He didn't have one. Patient died.
Bloody awful mess.
"Principle challenges to..."
What?
Here, he goes on about a lovely Sauternes he drank in 1817.
After that?
Something about a duck pâté.
Oh. "The spinal cord and the aorta. It's extremely dangerous if you..."
Some muck all over it.
I think it's the pâté.
And the rest is all in Latin.
For God's sake!
You love her, don't you?
Then I can see why you wouldn't want to do it.
I will kill her.
What if she dies and you don't try?
How is any of this fair?
Fair?
You've never really loved anyone, have you?
You peel the skin off your heart and it always hurts.
No matter what you do.
Thank you, Hetty.
-(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) -(SIGHS)
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -FANNY: Belle?
Belle, are you all right?
-(BANGING) -BELLE: Splendid!
Would it cheer you to hear of my love for Mr. Oliver Twist?
BELLE: Go away!
Belle, just let me in.
BELLE: If it were that simple, I'd be letting myself out.
No, I mean, emotionally.
BELLE: You think I'm a madwoman, too?
FANNY: No. You're the most brilliant person I know.
Although quite rude.
And if you think you have this, then I believe you.
And I'm scared because I do love you so.
Even if you find me a bit annoying.
Fanny?
I need your help.
-(PANTING) -Milady. Milady?
Thank you.
I feel quite fine now.
Take your hands off me. I'm affianced.
CROOKY: It was magnificent, Brother Fagin.
I witnessed her ascend unto the heavens with the relic.
Thank you. You've restored my faith.
-(COUGHS) -Well, it's what I do, it's what I do.
That's a terrible cough you got there. That's very likely her curse.
Curse?
These visions, they don't come for free.
There are terms.
If you don't make a pilgrimage within good time of sighting her,
the saint is very likely to strike you down with her curse.
What did they teach you in seminary?
-(COUGHS) -I mean, it's not the worst curse.
It's not demons out of your bunghole, it's more like this.
You know, your racking cough, your itching boils,
and perhaps worst of all,
most indecorous for a man of the cloth, worms.
They'll crawl out your gut and out through your nose.
I suppose that is quite a bad one.
What must I do?
Guide me, Brother, in the way of Her Holiness.
Well, I presume you've spoken of her to your congregation?
-Yeah. -Yes, I thought so.
I noticed some of your flock gathering for a pilgrimage this afternoon.
You know, you are the bishop of their hearts, if not in actuality.
So I think you ought to be leading 'em.
Yes. A pilgrimage.
Bless you, Brother Fagin, you righteous man of God.
FAGIN: Yes, He has taken quite a shine to me.
Have you got any more of these?
Yes. (CHUCKLES)
Jack.
If you think it can be done and it is what you want, then I will try.
For you.
You can read Prof's notes.
Yes. Yes.
Disagree with that.
That's just plainly wrong. I don't need these.
Found it from First Principles.
What's important is to get the hand positions.
-Cut into the linea alba. -All right. I've got that far.
Good. Now,
make a small aperture into the peritoneum, insert your finger into the abdomen.
Pass your finger between the intestines to the spine.
And now, push the needle with the ligature behind it.
So, just shove a needle through your entire body
without piercing anything.
Take care not to nick the aorta...
-I can't. -...or break the spinal cord.
I can't do this blindly.
I will paralyse you or I will kill you.
No, it's doable. Watch.
There. Ligation's tied.
No damage to the aorta or the spinal cord.
Assuming that I can do this, how do I tie it tight enough to fix it,
but not so tightly, it cuts your circulation off completely?
We'll fill the aorta with water and try.
Come on, we are so close.
Move. Clamped. Jack!
Jack!
-Belle. Please, Belle, stop. -No!
-Stop. It doesn't work. -No.
It doesn't work.
-I'm so sorry. -(GASPS)
FANNY: With those, thank you.
And those over there, please.
Poppy, no, put that down, please.
Can you put that there? Thank you very much.
And where are the umbrellas?
No, don't touch that.
Just there. Thank you.
Where is the chest with my jewellery?
Oh, my God. What happened?
It's all right. It's someone else's.
Did you do a murder? Is that why I broke you out?
This will seem like cruelty, my darling,
but I promise you, it's care.
Don't bother locking it. I'm not going anywhere.
(GASPING)
(CLOCK TICKING)
I think we should have damasks for the tables. Don't you?
-Hmm? -Damasks for the tables, of course.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
Now would be a good and holy time, Father.
Forward, pilgrims!
Bless you in the name of St. Coccyx.
She felt the popes to make you whole.
And for God's sake, did we sinners look up.
Oli Popkins, the dear rustics are blessing our engagement!
Bless you.
Bless you, in the name of St. Coccyx...
Moving on now.
...and made them whole and blessed...
OLIVER: Driver!
CROOKY: Bless you.
Bless you.
Belle, I've had an idea.
(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)
-Drive. Fast. -(GUN CLICKS)
Hetty! Prepare the surgery!
Catgut, ether! Carbolic acid, now!
(BELLE WHIMPERING)
-I love you. -(BELLE WHIMPERS)
(BELLE GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(BOTTLE SPRAYING)
(GRUNTS AND BREATHES HEAVILY)
LADY JANE: Stop!
Don't you dare! (GASPS)
If I stop now, she dies.
Rainsford, step in!
-You must let him finish, madam. -No, you do it, Rainsford!
-You do it! -Let Dawkins work.
-It's the only way to save her. -GOVERNOR: Let him, Jane.
If she dies, you die.
Do you understand?
Retractors, now. Move.
Hetty, catgut. Quickly!
OLIVER: No!
No! No!
Where is it?
No! No!
In the safe?
I need you to look after it while I run a little errand.
Right, Redfordshire. If this is to be done, let's have it done.
Charlie?
Fetch the Governor. I got something that belongs to him.
She's losing too much blood.
Forceps.
Hook.
(HEART BEATING)
Scissors.
Tighter. Tighter.
-(BREATHING HEAVILY) We got it. -Yeah?
Yeah.
Stitching.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Belle?
Belle... Come on, wake up.
Wake up, Belle!
Please!
-Unhand me! Belle! -You finished the stitching.
Allow me, milady, it's all in hand.
Hetty, is she breathing?
-Lady Belle. -Is she breathing?
Is she breathing?
Lady Belle?
-Belle? -Will she live?
I don't know yet.
But you just sent the best surgeon I've ever seen to his death.
Lady Belle?
Please.
Lady Belle.
Please, at least let me see that she lives.
I don't think you have enough time on Earth for that.
Mr. Fagin!
You said you'd deliver him at 6:00,
but as you see, I've had to do half the work myself.
You bastard!
I said red-handed. Where's my evidence?
DODGER: I trusted you!
Papers from London proving he's an escaped convict.
There's a death warrant in there.
Signed. No need for a trial.
I didn't think you had it in you.
Fagin, look at me.
-His papers for my pardon. -DODGER: Look at me!
Sorry, Dodge.
It was you or me.
Like I always said, it's about number one.
And you was always my number one.
Her name is Keira.
You tried to hang us both.
Enjoy your hell.
"Some consider me as innately cruel
"but I simply see this as a necessary part of justice."
(GAINES GROANS)
Please, help me, Dawkins.
You can save me.
I don't want to die.
I told you I'd never give you up. Come on.
-(WHISTLE BLOWS) -There he is!
They're coming. Run, run! You have yourself a life.
-Go! -REDCOAT: Got 'em!
Come and get me, you red bastards!
Oh, Lord, our God, our strength and our salvation.
Bless her, Lord, and protect her from all the perils of the night.
Let her wounds with your ever-loving care.
End her suffering.
Restore her light.
BELLE: Jack.
(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING)
Well, that went smoothly.
I told you to leg it. It's the one noble thing I've ever done.
Yeah, that was quite impressive, actually.
What got into you?
I had to see if she was alive.
Ah. Fancy skirt.
-Are you all right? -Oh, couldn't be happier.
We pulled it off.
For 23 minutes, Norbert Fagin was the richest man in England.
Maybe in the world. Not many can say that, Dodge.
No, but we are also now in prison.
Don't blame me this time, I was trying to keep you out.
The murder aspect of your plan worked against you, didn't it?
That's hurtful.
I did that for you.
Yeah, I know you did.
-Thank you, Fagin. -Piss off.
I suppose we just rot here
until they send us the next Gaines to hang us.
I shouldn't have thought so.
After I give the guard this little pardon,
I'm a free man
of some means.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Assuming they don't scrag you,
I'm pleased to say,
I'm appointing you my new convict servant.
No.
I see untapped potential.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)