1:09:02
Detour.
1:09:29
Raysy, where's Jack?
1:09:53
Jesus, what now?
1:09:57
Search me.
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Wicks' Farm.
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That's where we first met, Jack and me.
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We weren't much more than kids
scratching for a few shillings.
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Whatever we could get.
1:10:19
Like picking flowers.
1:10:22
"He loves me. He loves me not.
1:10:24
"He loves me. He loves me not."
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So what did you come for?
1:10:29
Need the shillings. Same as everyone.
1:10:37
So what do you do
when you're not picking hops?
1:10:42
Well, that would be telling now,
wouldn't it?
1:10:45
Picking up girls is what I remember.
1:10:48
It was our holiday, weren't it?
1:10:49
Well, near as we could get.
1:10:52
Felt like it.
Well, something different, weren't it?
1:10:55
Yeah.
1:10:56
Music and singing every night.
1:10:58
Uncles, aunts, cousins....
Pickers from every which where.