1:47:25 – As the dwarves climb into their boats and leave Laketown, the scene cuts to the Master and Alfrid walking back to the Masters home. Guards walk in front of them, pushing townsfolk out of the way.
Alfrid: Masterfully handled, sire. Your popularity has never been so high. The entire town twittering your name.
Master: Yes, it was rather clever. Either our little friends return triumphant, in which case I stand to make a pretty penny. Or old Smaug dines on dwarf for a day or two. The important thing is they’re off our hands.
Just as they are about the enter the Master’s home, Fili stops them.
Fili: Please, wait! Please! We need your help, my brother is sick!
Master: Sick?? is it infectious? Get back! Alfrid, get them back!
Oin: Please, we need medicine.
Alfrid: Do I look like an apothecary? Haven’t we given you enough? The Master’s a busy man. He hasn’t got time to worry about sick dwarves. Be gone. Will you go on? Clear off!
Master: What this town needs, Alfrid, is a good purge. Starting with a certain troublemaker who saw fit to question my authority.