 Thomas, what are you doing? My parents are downstairs. Necessary, love. We're about to take some cargo across the river. And we need a heavy cloth to keep our squeaky oars from giving us away. What sort of cargo? Paul Revere. Revere? Why didn't you say so? Wait a minute. Come on, love. We don't have much time. Here you go. And do be careful. Thanks, darling. We will.