:10:07
She's dead.
:10:11
- Devils? What did she mean?
- Dreams of a peasant girl, running a fever.
:10:15
Thas no peasant girl,
with a gold cross and a silk gown.
:10:19
I doubt it.
:10:20
She can't have come far.
Her feet are hardly scratched.
:10:27
Give her a Christian burial, Father.
:10:46
Mother of God.
:10:49
The plague.
:11:02
Christ, Miel, stop picking away at that thing.
You're driving me mad.
:11:06
I'm trying to find my chords.
:11:08
Try something spiritual, Miel.
The Lord will guide your fingers.
:11:11
He very often does already.
:11:15
Look what I've got for you.
:11:23
Look at that.
:11:27
Can you believe it?
:11:28
- Goddamn it! He's in white.
- They're both in white.
:11:31
So what?
:11:32
He's our leader.
The leader should catch the eye.
:11:35
- Good morning, Martin.
- Good morning.
:11:37
Good morning, everybody.
:11:39
Isn't it a wonderful day?
:11:41
White suits you. Is best for virgins.
:11:45
Kars, whas wrong?
:11:47
I thought we were supposed to wear red.
:11:52
The red stuff's dirty. Anything else?
:11:54
Is like you're not
the same old Martin anymore.
:11:57
Well, I am, and I'm not.