:32:02
...l can't do nothing.
:32:04
Surely, lnspector...
:32:06
...a strong, handsome man like you...
:32:09
...could do anything
you put your brilliant mind to.
:32:13
I'm a coward and a weakling.
I can't help meself.
:32:16
What's your excuse?
Why are you so bloody useless?
:32:23
KATE: Come on, Mary. They won't help us.
:32:48
Is that you?
:32:52
Before my mother died, back in lreland.
:32:55
-Is that when you came here?
-Yeah.
:32:58
-When I was 8.
-When things was good.
:33:01
MARY: We were starving,
but we were starving in fresh air.
:33:07
I was thinking...
:33:10
...we ain't never gonna earn enough
to satisfy the Nichols boys...
:33:13
...and feed our own mouths.
:33:17
You said those men...
:33:20
...who took the rich artist man
and her as well....
:33:23
You said they was clean-shaven,
and their clothes was neat.
:33:27
MARY: Right.
ANNIE: They weren't criminals, then.
:33:30
They weren't the Nichols boys.
:33:33
They was unusual.
:33:35
Perhaps even official.
:33:37
What are you getting at?
:33:40
Maybe we could go with the papers,
get paid for the story.
:33:45
ANNIE: "Where's Ann Crook?"
:33:46
The papers are always desperate
for things bad about the government.
:33:49
It's a mystery, to boot.
:33:51
Not a bad plan. What do you think, Mary?
:33:53
We should talk to that inspector,
the one at Polly's funeral.
:33:57
Fuck me! No.
:33:59
If we go to the papers, they might hurt Ann
even worse. Or hurt the baby.