:02:30
Dr. Blood!
:02:35
Who is it?
:02:37
That we'll know better
when you've opened the door.
:02:40
Me?
:02:42
My mistake. After I've opened the door.
:02:46
Open it, quick!
:02:51
Why, Jeremy Pitt, isn't it?
:02:53
It's your friend, Lord Gildoy, wounded
at Andrew Baynes' farm by the river.
:02:57
-The rash fool.
-He sent me for you. No time to lose.
:02:59
Why, to be sure, I'll lose none,
nor my head either.
:03:02
Come in and regain yours
while I get my things.
:03:04
-I'll wait here.
-As you please.
:03:06
Come, Mrs. Barlow, help me dress.
:03:11
Jeremy, how was the battle?
:03:13
Battle? Slaughter, rather!
:03:15
What can clubs do against cannon?
:03:17
In case this business keeps me overlong,
take care you water my geraniums...
:03:22
especially those
under the bedroom window.
:03:24
Geraniums. Won't you ever grow up?
:03:26
One would think you were still
at medical school.
:03:29
Geraniums!
:03:30
You would think of geraniums...
:03:32
when every other able-bodied man
is out fighting.
:03:35
It's out of favor I seem to be with you,
my vinegary virgin.
:03:38
-Half the town is saying you're a papist.
-Why?
:03:41
Because I have the sense to sleep tonight
instead of rushing to my ruin...
:03:44
in an attempt to put
this Duke of Monmouth on the throne?
:03:47
He'd be even worse than King James.
:03:49
Make haste with that cloak there,
my pretty one.
:03:51
And the other half of the town
that defends you...
:03:53
claims that you're just a coward.
:03:56
Mrs. Barlow, my darling,
you can tell them, if you like...
:03:59
that I've been most anywhere
that fighting was in evidence.