: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.
:34:02
Worse than what'll happen to her
in Whitechapel when she sprouts teats?
:34:06
MARY: I don't know for sure.
:34:08
But I think we're better off
talking to that inspector.
:34:11
Lord, you are young after all.
:34:16
Four bitches.
:34:18
That's what I thought.
:34:20
You only paid for one person.
:34:22
MARY: They're my guests.
LANDLORD: Guests?
:34:24
Let me welcome your guests.
:34:27
Go on! Get out!
:34:31
Get out of here, you bloody whores.
:34:34
When you have four pence...
:34:36
...you can come back
with your ladies in waiting, Your Grace.
:34:41
LIZ: Shut up.
:34:44
ANNIE: Back to work then.
:34:46
Let's try and stay together.
:34:48
-We can't. You know that.
-Then stay good and clear of Nichol Street.
:34:52
Come on.
:34:55
LIZ: All right, Annie?
:34:57
ANNIE: Bloody bastard.
:34:59
LIZ: How's your head?
ANNIE: Very funny.