:19:00
Haven´t I made you a fair offer
for that same piece of land?
:19:03
- And mine, lying right next to yours?
- You may keep your offers.
:19:09
- Oh, so it´s true. You sold it!
- No, I have not.
:19:19
Oh, I knew it was a dirty lie
the very minute I heard it!
:19:25
Sure, I said to him,
:19:28
´´Paggy McFarland, I won´t believe
that Sarah´d be selling White O´ Mornin´.´´
:19:34
Why, it would be like building a fence
between your land and mine.
:19:38
´´And for a stranger to move in´´, says I.
´´What would she be doing that for?´´
:19:45
And us so close to an understanding,
you might say.
:19:49
- So you told him all that?
- That I did.
:19:53
Down at the pub, I suppose,
in front of all those big ears,
:19:57
with pints in their fists
and pipes in their mouths.
:20:02
You may have the land, Mr Thornton,
for 600 pounds.
:20:06
- Done!
- No, you can´t. 610!
:20:10
As I remember, you said 700 pounds.
:20:13
See here, little man... 710!
:20:18
- How about an even thousand?
- A thousand and...
:20:24
And...and I´ll be saying good day to you,
Mrs Tillane, and all here but one.
:20:30
And I´ve got you down in my book.
:20:38
My dad remembers his dad well.
:20:40
Mike Thornton.
He had shoulders on him like an ox.
:20:45
I saw him meself this mornin´. A tall,
handsome man, as I was passin´ that chapel.
:20:52
If you´d pass the pub as fast as you pass
the chapel, you´d be better off, little squint.