:14:00
She'll turn spiteful at this,
you mark my words.
:14:08
Mistress: The last time you said it was
done you kept it another six months!
:14:11
Man: It will be done soon.
:14:13
Mistress: Oh yes, soon.
But when is soon?
:14:16
Next month, next year?
:14:18
It's all the same to you,
:14:19
if your children starve
and your wife is dressed in rags.
:14:22
When you sit up there
and suck at your paintbrush...
:14:24
Man: You're being ridiculous.
I'm going out.
:14:26
Mistress: No, Jan,
don't you dare leave.
:14:28
(steps, slamming door)
:14:32
One year it got so bad,
they had to sell some of their jewels.
:14:35
You could imagine
how that pleased her.
:14:40
She smashed half the china...
:14:42
went to spoil
one of his precious paintings.
:14:47
Well, he's a temper on him too
for all he's so quiet.
:14:53
She's not set so much as a foot
in his studio from that day to this.
:15:01
(door opens, steps)
:15:31
(woman screaming in pain)
:15:37
(screaming)
:15:44
There you are.
Fetch some water.
:15:46
Hail Mary, Mother of God,
:15:47
pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death.
:15:50
Tanneke: Six babies. Why does
she have to make such a racket?
:15:53
Woman: Just get on with the work.
:15:54
- Push!
- (screaming)
:15:59
Woman: I need more rags, girl.