:38:02
...and voice and physique.
:38:03
Captain James Macleane, Lord Gibson,
my uncle. We met at Rochester's.
:38:07
- The devil we did.
- Delighted to make your acquaintance.
:38:11
I suppose he hasn't twopence to rub
together, yet you think he's marvellous.
:38:15
- Well, he doesn't make my flesh crawl.
- Thank you.
:38:17
I'm a good judge of character, Macleane.
:38:20
And in my opinion you're in deficit.
:38:23
That is to say, I see nothing noteworthy...
:38:25
...about your physiognomy
or your general appearance.
:38:29
In summary,
I don't like the cut of your jib.
:38:32
Good night to you, sir. Rebecca.
:38:35
Rebecca!
:38:38
- What happened to your lip?
- My horse threw me.
:38:43
Good night.
:38:53
Jib!
:38:58
- Good evening, Lady Rebecca.
- Mr Chance.
:39:01
You look enchanting as ever.
:39:03
May I say how sorry I am
to hear about last night's misadventure?
:39:08
I promise you
the villains will be disembowelled.
:39:11
That's thoughtful of you.
:39:13
May I say you danced...
:39:22
Oi!
:39:24
Estelle D'Arcy's here.
The richest woman in England.
:39:27
I know.
:39:29
So what the fuck you standing there for?
:39:31
Get on it. Find out
where she keeps her stuff.
:39:35
I've just been dancing with Rebecca.
:39:37
The thought of "getting on"
to Estelle D'Arcy is unthinkable.
:39:40
Well, think of Rebecca and the money.
:39:43
She won't want a pauper.
:39:45
- Show a bit of character!
- All right!