:48:02
I'm good at faces. I know you, don't I?
:48:08
I could have sworn that...
:48:11
That's not your wagon.
:48:13
Fat man, been here all week from Bristol.
He left this morning.
:48:19
Be you thieves?
:48:21
Take the lot.
:48:24
- Fair's fair, and that's too much.
- Listen.
:48:27
If you don't move,
I'll have to split you from here to there.
:48:35
John.
:48:47
It's madness going in there.
:48:50
There's only one way in.
They'll bang the gate down on us.
:48:55
We could always come back tomorrow.
:49:01
Look.
:49:16
Skillets, pipkins! London-made!
:49:21
Just pots and pans.
:49:23
Pots and pans!
:49:27
Pots and pans, Sisters?
:49:30
- There's a yellow wagon beyond the gate.
- You're not supposed to be here.
:49:35
- Can you see it?
- We can't buy your pots, we're prisoners.
:49:40
- God almighty! Can you see the wagon?
- You've profaned the Lord's name.
:49:45
- Who are you?
- Jesus Christ!
:49:49
I'm a friend of Mother Jennet's,
and if we don't get out, we'll all die.
:49:57
Cut it, for Christ's sake.