Fanny Hill (2007–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

FANNY: People have said
a great many things about me,

some of them not very kind.

But now I shall tell it
as it really happened.

My own true story.

I was born in a little village
to poor but honest parents.

I grew up an only child
but very happy.

Everybody said how pretty I was,

though I was a good girl.

And then the worst of ills
befell me.

Both my parents were
carried off by the smallpox.

- Fanny Hill?
- Yes, ma'am, if you please.



Don't you know me, Fanny?

Esther Davies.
We used to play together.

I'm just home on a little visit.

I didn't know you, Esther.

Besides, you've grown
so fine now.

I'm very sorry
for your loss, Fanny.

What did you think of doing now?

To tell the truth, Esther,
don't know what I shall do.

I'll tell you a thing.

How should you like
to come down to London with me

and seek your fortune?

I done very well there
as a lady's maid

and waiting on the gentlemen.

And why shouldn't you?



Will the work be very hard,
Esther?

Well, now, being in service
can be very hard.

For a pretty,
well-mannered girl like you,

I think you might find
a very good place

and do very well out of it too.

How should I do well out of it?

By being a good girl

and attending
to your master's wishes.

And by being eager
and respectful

and by preserving your virtue.

You may even get your master
to marry you,

and he'll dress you
in the finest silks.

I've known some
who've done that,

and none prettier than you.

My dear young woman,
if I might put in a word.

Yes, sir?

We should not behave virtuously
in the hope of earthly rewards.

That is not the true path.

Well, then what would you
have us do, sir?

Roll on our backs and let
the gentlemen make free with us?

[ Clears throat ]

Esther gave me all her best
advice and protection.

At the same time, she charged
me for her services

by making me pay
both our traveling costs,

which I did
with all cheerfulness.

London town was so exciting

with the noise, the hurry,
the people.

I felt, after all my troubles,

I might truly find
fortune and happiness there.

Esther, however, gave me
no time to linger

and took us straight
to the intelligence office.

- [ Indistinct conversations ]
- Come on.

MAN: Two chambermaids
and a lady's maid.

What place is this, Esther?

The employment bureau, where you
go if you're seeking a place.

- I haven't got a bucket.
- Doesn't signify.

I'll wager you'll get a place
just as you are.

Now you just stand over there
with the other girls,

and I'll see if I can put in
a word for you.

MAN: Could you just
form a queue here, please?

Oh, what a bit of luck.
Mrs. Brown is here.

- Who's Mrs. Brown?
- Over there.

She's a famous kind mistress.

A girl would be lucky
to get a place with her.

You wait there,
and I'll go and speak with her.

Mrs. Brown?

Esther Davies.

And how are you keeping?

Pretty well, an' it please you,
Mrs. Brown.

- Looking for a place, are you?
- Indeed, no, ma'am.

I'm very well suited as I am.

But I have brought you
a little treasure

all the way from the country.

Look there.

Oh, my stars!
Oh, you can pick them, Esther.

I'll say that for you.

I shall go and speak with her.

If you please, ma'am,

I have brought her
all the way from Lancashire,

and she never
had to pay a penny.

As soon as I saw her,
I thought, "Mrs. Brown."

- [ Coins clinking ]
- Give me your hand, Esther.

Thank you kindly, ma'am.

Fanny, this is Mrs. Brown,
who I spoke to you about.

I'll leave you now, Fanny.

I have to go back
to my own place.

They'll be wondering
where I've got to.

- When shall I see you, Esther?
- Soon enough, I daresay.

Be good.

MAN:
Mr. James Riley.

Now then, miss,
don't be frightened.

- Fanny, was it?
- Yes, ma'am.

Frances Hill,
but they call me Fanny.

I know I'm a bit
slight built, ma'am,

but I'm not afraid of hard work.

I'm sure you're not, my dear.

But I have girls enough
for rough work.

What I'm looking for today
is a nice, well-mannered girl

dainty enough
to wait on the gentlemen.

Now take your bonnet off.

That's it.

Shake down your curls.

Ohh. Very nice.

Oh, yes.
Yes, very sweet.

[ Chuckles ]
Very wholesome.

Thank you, ma'am.

I've taken a fancy
to you, Fanny.

I think you'll do me very well.

[ Laughs ]

So, what do you say?

Should you want to
come home with me?

Yes, if you please, ma'am.

[ Laughs ]

What a sweet little thing
you are, to be sure.

As fresh as a little flower.

I think I shall be
very happy with you.

Thank you, ma'am.
You're very kind.

You see, all my daughters
have grown up and gone now,

and I have to make due
with my nieces, as I call them.

Should you like to be
one of my nieces, do you think?

Yes, an' it please you, ma'am.

Oh, good.
That's it.

- [ Chuckles ]
- [ Carriage thuds ]

- Ooh!
- [ Horse neighs ]

- [ Laughing ]
- DRIVER: Whoa there, whoa there.

BROWN:
Ooh hoo hoo hoo!

Only me.

Take Fanny's bags
up for her, Susan.

She's come to live with us.

She's my new niece, so she is.

Mrs. Brown has got ever such
a lot of nieces, Fanny.

You get along, Susan,
and mind your tongue.

And tell Phoebe to meet us
in the parlor.

- WOMAN: No!
- MAN: I've paid for your time.

No! No, I shan't.
So there, you dirty beast.

[ Man and woman moaning
ecstatically ]

- Oh. Begs pardon, ma'am.
- All right, Emma.

They were riding a St. George
with Audrey, ma'am.

And I said I wouldn't,
and they said they'd make me.

WOMAN:
[ Moans ] Come here.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Her words meant nothing to me

because I was in a fine,
well-furnished house,

as it seemed to me then,

that I was persuaded I must have
got into a very reputable family

and that I was very lucky.

Sit you down, my love.

BROWN: You must be tired to the
bone after all your traveling.

You eat your fill, then Phoebe
shall show you where you sleep.

Oh, here she comes now.

Oh, Mrs. Brown.
What a little beauty.

Fanny Hill,
fresh from the country.

How should you like her
for your bedfellow, Phoebe?

Oh, very well, ma'am,
I should say.

Come.
Give me a kiss, my dear.

[ Chuckles ]

There we are.

Now we're the best of friends.

[ Chuckling ]

BROWN: [ Laughing ]

Oh, my, love.

Come, Fanny.
Drink up, my dear.

Fanny was wondering if she might
wait upon the gentlemen, Phoebe.

Should you like that, Fanny?

I think you could make
a gentleman very happy

once you've had
a little training.

I put all my new girls
in with Phoebe.

She'll train you up
and bring you on.

She has the gift for it.

And the inclination.
[ Laughs ]

Oh, bless her heart.

I do believe she's ready
for her bed.

Take her up, Phoebe,
and make her comfortable.

Well, is there no work
for me to do tonight, ma'am?

No, bless your heart.

Phoebe shall do
what needs to be done.

Away with you,
and sweet dreams to both of you.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

No call to be shy with me, dear.

We're both made the same,
after all.

Come, let me help.

What a little sweetheart
you are, to be sure.

In you go, then.

There we are.

That's cozy.

Shall we be the best
of friends, Fanny?

Yes, an' it please you.

Give us a kiss, then.

That's it.

And another.

[ Chuckles ] Now a third time
for best friends.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, the face on you.

Didn't anyone ever tell you
that's how best friends kiss?

No.

Did you like it, Fanny?

Yes.

Then you shall have
as many as you like.

Did you never kiss a lad, Fanny?

Oh, no.

Should you like to?

Yes, perhaps.

I think they'd like it, too,

such a lovely little thing
as you are.

What are you doing, Phoebe?

I'm only stroking you
a little, dear.

It'll help you to sleep.

I'm almost ashamed to say
I never thought to stop her

but lay there all tame
and passive as she could wish.

And her freedom raised
no other emotions in me

than those of a strange,
until then unfelt pleasure.

[ Moaning ]

Well, what should I have done?

What would you have me do?
Run screaming for Mrs. Brown?

I was alone in the world.

Phoebe was kind
and gentle with me.

Who are you to say
that we were doing wrong?

Besides, I believe that God
made our bodies

to give us pleasure.

[ Moaning ]

Phoebe.

Oh, you darling little thing.

And so I gave down my first
virgin tribute to Venus.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Hooves clopping,
indistinct conversations ]

Well, now, miss.

And what sort of time is this
to be still lolling in your bed?

Oh, Mrs. Brown,
I beg your pardon most humbly.

I must've overslept.

You stay where you are, my dear.

I was only teasing you,
to be sure.

Phoebe here tells me

she was very well pleased
with you last night,

and so was you with Phoebe,
I believe.

[ Chuckles ]
Never mind.

I like my girls
to get on well together.

Phoebe tells me you're
an affectionate little thing.

The gentlemen will be
well pleased with that.

In fact, my dear,
there was a very fine gentleman

most anxious to meet you
and make your acquaintance.

But first we must rig you out

and make you proper for society.

Phoebe?

Imagine the delight

to cast aside
my dowdy country clothes

and have Phoebe take such care
in dressing me.

I felt like a princess.

There are you now.

The gentleman Mrs. Brown spoke
of who wants to meet with you

is coming to tea today.

And if you please him,

you could find yourself
with a rich husband!

How should you like that, Fanny?

I don't know.

I never thought I should be
looking for an husband yet.

Well, gentlemen nowadays
likes them very young.

Is he very young himself,
Phoebe?

No, not very young.
But he is a very fine gentleman.

Is he handsome?

Handsome?

No, I couldn't say
he was exactly handsome.

But he has an air
about him, you know?

And he's very eager
to meet with you.

You just come along with me and
see what you think of him, eh?

Oh, there you are, Fanny.

Now, I'd like you to meet
my dear cousin Mr. Crofts

who's been so eager to see you.

Isn't she a beauty,
Mr. Crofts?

Very pretty.
Very pretty.

Come here, my dear.

That's it.

So you're fresh from
the country, are you, Fanny?

And innocent
as the day she was born.

That's guaranteed, warranted,
signed, and sealed, sir.

The genuine article.

Phoebe.

And down below
I guarantee you'll find

she's as tight
as the Chatsworth lock

on the national safe deposit.

Will you make an appointment

to have a little conversation
with her, sir?

No. Now. Now!

So, what do you think, Fanny?

Do you like him?

Not at all.

He's old, and his breath smells
horrible foul,

and I don't like the way
he looks at me.

I advise you wait a little, sir.

She's not drummed up to it yet.

She might be terrified.

I'll take my chance at that.

He's very charming
when you get to know him.

All he wants to do
is talk with you a little while.

Just sit down there a moment.

BROWN: A little treasure
like that?

I couldn't accommodate you
for less than 150 guineas.

100, no more.

I don't want to haggle
with you, Mr. Crofts.

How if we say 50 to attempt her

and another 100
if you carry the day?

Done.

Go very gentle with her, sir.

I've never seen
such an innocent little lamb.

Be very kind and soft with her,
I implore you.

She's never seen
what a man has in his breeches,

let alone a monster
such as yours, Mr. Crofts.

Get away with you.
She's from the country.

She's seen rams and bulls
and stallions, ain't she?

- [ Coins clinking ]
- There.

Now let the dog see the rabbit.

BROWN: We're going to leave you
awhile with Mr. Crofts, Fanny.

You be sure
and entertain him prettily.

Can you do that for me, Fanny?

- If it please, ma'am...
- Good girl. That's it.

Come, Phoebe.

This will end in tears.

H-How will you take
your tea, sir?

Never mind about tea.
I didn't come here to drink tea.

Move up
and let me sit beside you.

That's the way.

Now, miss, let's get a sight
of those rosy-tipped bubbies.

No, sir. Please, sir.
Don't be rude, sir.

Come, come, child.
No need to overact your part.

There. Oh, yes.

Very sweet, very nice.

Very -- Very dainty.

And never touched
by a man's hand.

Please, sir! No!

You be a good girl,
and you'll be well rewarded.

[ Crying ] Stop!
I beg you!

No.
Oh, no, sir.

Stop, I beg you, sir!
You're frightening me!

Open up, open up.

Little pig, little pig,
will you let me come in?

No!
Please, sir!

I'll tell Mrs. Brown!

Never mind Miss Brown.
Open your legs, you silly slut!

Get off me,
you nasty, filthy old man!

CROFTS: Ooh, that's good.
Just hit me.

Ooh! Ooh!
Got a bit of fight in you.

Help!

- Help!
- [ Grunting ]

- Help!
- Uh!

Uh!

Ungh!

Are you dead, sir?

No.
I'm not dead.

I might as well be.

This is all your doing,

you coquettish
little cock teaser,

pressing your thighs together

so that a man can't help
but go off at half-cock.

I don't know
what you're talking about, sir.

- And I'll have my money back!
- I shall tell Mrs. Brown on you.

Mrs. Brown!
Mrs. Brown!

Oh, dear,
whatever is the matter?

Dear, come here, my darling.

Did he use you rudely, darling?

He was all over me
like a mad beast, Phoebe!

Mr. Crofts,
I'm surprised at you!

Didn't I tell you
to go gently with her?

Go gently?
She wouldn't let me go at all.

I didn't lay out 50 guineas
to spend in me britches.

I want my money back!

We'll discuss this in private,
if you please.

Take another glass
of wine, my love.

It'll settle your nerves.

Who'd have thought
he'd be so rough and so rude?

Well, he won't be coming here
no more.

- You can be sure of that.
- I told you.

Well, there's no harm done
in the end.

He didn't hurt you, did he,
my love? Not to speak of.

Indeed, from what he said,

you was hurting him
more than he was hurting you.

[ Laughs ] Whack, whack,
whacking him about his ears.

You gave him what for, you did.

I did, didn't I?

An' it serve him right,
the old devil,

treating an innocent little girl
like that.

Let's drink a toast
to his damnation.

[ Laughter ]

I know.
How could I have been so naive?

But they talked me over
and made such a pet of me,

I thought myself
quite the little heroine.

[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter ]

They gave me to understand

Mrs. Brown's
was a kind of gentleman's club

where the men could be free

and even meet
their sweethearts there.

I thought the gentlemen

took too many liberties
with the other girls,

though they used me
with great politeness.

[ Glass breaks ]

Don't be frightened.

You've nothing to fear from me.

What do they call you?

Fanny, an' it please you, sir.

You do please me, Fanny.

I've not seen you here before.

I came here but a week ago
from Lancashire.

From Lancashire?
That's a long way.

Well, I suppose you left a deal
of broken hearts behind you.

No, indeed, sir,
I don't think so.

You play the innocent maid
very well, Fanny.

I am an innocent maid, sir.

That is...

As innocent
as makes no difference.

I believe you, Fanny.

I wonder, do you quite realize

what a wicked place
you've come to

and what is likely
to become of you here?

No, indeed, sir.
It isn't a wicked place.

Mrs. Brown and everyone
has been very kind.

There was a nasty old man
who wanted to be rude with me,

but Mrs. Brown sent him away.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

But, you know,
there will be others.

And sooner or later...

Well, every maid comes to it
sooner or later.

When I come to it,
as you call it, sir,

it will be with my proper
sweetheart and no one else.

Oh, so you do have
a sweetheart, do you?

- Not yet, sir.
- [ Chuckles ]

Oh, Fanny,
you nearly break my heart.

Fortunately, I have no interest
in breaking yours.

I don't know what
you're talking about, sir.

Your innocence and the rapidly
approaching end of it.

Not at my hands, though.

I prefer a young woman who
has learned a little more

of life's bitter lessons.

Perhaps we will meet again
one day.

And now I wish you good night
and good luck.

Oh, Fanny! We thought
you'd made a conquest.

Not I, I'm sure.

He was such a strange gentleman.

EMMA: He's a very rich
gentleman, Fanny,

and very particular.

Any girl he chose
would think herself lucky.

- She'd be made for life.
- What did he want?

Don't know.

EMMA: Fanny, you're such
a little innocent.

She told me...

[ Whispering ]

[ Both laugh ]

What? You mean you've never
seen it done before?

[ Whispering ]

[ Both laugh ]

What?!
Don't tease me.

We're not teasing you, Fanny.

Should you like to see
Mrs. Brown with her sweetheart?

Does Mrs. Brown
truly have a sweetheart?

Aye, and more than one.

But she loves her soldier best.

Shh.

BROWN: [ Laughing ]

Here they come.

Ooh!

See, Fanny?
Come close.

She's a jolly old thing,
ain't she, Fanny?

He's got his hands full
with that.

Have you ever seen such a pair?

BROWN: Oh, my dear.
Ooh.

SOLDIER: That's it.

Could teach your girls
a thing or two.

Now for the main event.

Oh, Lord, what a sight.

He could hardly miss such a
mark as that, could he, Fanny?

- BROWN: [ Laughing ]
- SOLDIER: Very nice.

If only he would turn
and face us.

Oh, come on, Corporal.
Give us a look.

It's for
a young girl's education.

SOLDIER: How do you like
that then, eh?

- SUSAN: Meow!
- What's that?

Anyone there?

What a truncheon.

It's so big.

Needs to be, Fanny,
for a job such as this.

Now look close.

You can see where it goes.

Oh, Fanny, doesn't it make you
feel all warm?

SOLDIER: [ Grunting ]

And so the sight of Mrs. Brown
and her paramour

gave the last dying glow
to my native innocence.

And though I didn't fancy
the look of the soldier,

I did long to know what
it was like to lie with a man.

PHOEBE:
What's going on?

Oh, I see.

Don't be angry with me, Phoebe.

Susan and Emma, get along
to the reception room.

There's a party of
young gentlemen just arrived.

As for you, my dear,
it's past your bedtime.

Oh, let her come
with us, Phoebe.

We'll take care of her.

I know your taking care,
Susan Johnson.

And little miss here
ain't for any old Tom or Dick.

Now, you get along,

or I'll tell your mistress
you've been spying on her.

BROWN: That's it.
Ooh.

Ooh, yes.
Shove on, shove on.

May I just peep in
and see the gentlemen, Phoebe?

Indeed, no,
or they'll be all over you.

Come now, up the stairs.

MAN: Come on, Charlie.
Move it back down, will you?

Madam.

Allow me to present myself.

You're out of your way, sir.

The young ladies
are all in the reception room.

But I want to make the
acquaintance of this young lady.

No, sir. She's not for you, sir,
or anybody. She's promised.

If I could simply sit with her,

talk a little,
gaze into her eyes.

Madam, I truly believe
I've met the love of my life.

- What is your name?
- Never you mind.

- Fanny, sir.
- And now good night, sir.

There are plenty of beautiful
young ladies for both of you.

Take your friend away, sir.

But I don't want anybody else.

I'm in love!
With Fanny.

- PHOEBE: Come, Fanny.
- Fanny!

He seemed like a very pleasant
young gentleman.

He was as drunk as a weasel.

I thought he had a sweet face.

So he had.

It's no good getting sweet
on this one or that one.

Not in this life.

We have to take
what we're given.

As a matter of fact,

Mrs. Brown has arranged
for you to meet with

a very fine young gentleman
arriving in town next week.

What if I don't like him?

I think you better
like this one, Fanny,

or else Mrs. Brown
won't be at all well pleased.

We all have to start somewhere.

Can I not choose
my own sweetheart?

[ Laughing ] Oh!
Bless you.

No, that would never do.

You see, Mrs. Brown has laid out
a deal of money

for your keep
and your fine dresses,

and she'll want to see
a profit on it.

That's only reasonable.

So the gentleman will pay
Mrs. Brown to be my sweetheart?

That's right.

And to do what the soldier
did with Mrs. Brown?

That's right.

And more besides,
like kissing and caressing

and calling you his lovey-dove

and giving you presents
and money to spend.

You're a very lucky girl, Fanny.

That thing the soldier had...

Did you like the look of it?

It was so big, Phoebe,
and -- and angry-looking.

Corporal Kite is pretty
big built, as I recall.

How -- How could a thing
like that get inside me?

Oh, you'd be amazed, my dear.

This dear little thing you have
between your legs

is a wonderful instrument.

Before long, you'll be wishing

men were bigger built
than they are.

[ Giggles ]

Won't it hurt, Phoebe?

A little.

It will.

The first time.

But after that,
nothing but pleasure.

And this lovely little thing,

if you use it right,
can make your fortune, Fanny.

Now, you be a good girl.

Put your hand here.

We'll see if we can't
fetch off together.

[ Both breathing heavily ]

Oh, that's it, Fanny.

My head was full
of all that Phoebe had told me.

Was this to be my home?

Was this to be my life?

Dear girl.

Is it...

Fanny?

Yes, sir.

I thought I'd died
and gone to heaven.

Are you an angel, Fanny?

[ Laughing ] No.
I'm flesh and blood.

How is it you're sleeping
down here on your own, sir?

Where's your friend?

Oh, he left me down here

when I said I'd have
no other girl but you, Fanny.

I drank some more wine
to drown my sorrows

and so fell asleep.

And now I'm very happy I did.

Will you kiss me, Fanny?

Yes, sir.

Gladly.

And now should
we go to bed together,

make up for time
that we've lost?

No.
I-Indeed, I cannot.

I would be in such trouble
with Mrs. Brown.

Well, why should that be?

Of course I'd pay you.
And her too.

I'm promised
to another gentleman, sir,

who'll pay Mrs. Brown a deal
of money to take my maidenhead.

You mean,

y-you're a virgin?

Yes, sir.

Oh, then please forgive
my forwardness.

I took you for one of
the girls of the house.

I am one.

At least, they're grooming me up
to be one.

I didn't understand it at first.

It's only my maidenhead
that makes me special.

When that's gone, I shall have
to go with any man that comes.

And will you like that, Fanny?

Not at all, I believe.

But the other girls
seem happy enough.

And I have nowhere else to go.

Wouldn't you rather be kept
by one man

who would love you
and protect you

and not suffer you
to be had by anybody else?

I don't know.

Perhaps I would.

Depend who he was.

What if it was me, Fanny?

Should you like it then?

Yes.
I think I should.

But it's not possible.
Mrs. Brown won't let me.

Fanny, your body is yours,
not Mrs. Brown's.

You should give it
to whom you choose.

That's not
how Mrs. Brown sees it

or anybody else here.

I'm a piece of goods to them.

She'd never be able to
maintain it in a court of law.

Fanny, will you trust me
and come away with me?

I don't even know your name.

Um, my name is Charles.
Charles Standing.

My father is a merchant
in the City,

and my allowance is enough
for the two of us to live on

if we're careful.

Fanny, the moment I saw
your pretty face,

I knew no other girl
would do for me.

Y-You do like me,
don't you, Fanny?

Very well so far.

But we don't know anything
about each other.

I think we know
what we need to know.

I fell in love with you
the moment I saw you.

Come away with me.

All right.

I will.

So, what do you think of that?

Out of the frying pan,
into the fire.

I little knew
what a risk I was taking.

He could've been
a ruffian himself

with a stableful
of girls for hire.

But I don't think so, do you?

We all know a blundering
innocent when we see one.

And he was very handsome.

[ Sighs ]
Come here, darling.

[ Keys jingling ]

BROWN: Who's that?

Is that you, Fanny?

Come back here,
you ungrateful little --

Amy! Heather!
Get down here!

I'll find you, Fanny!

You owe me, Fanny Hill!

And so I began another new life.

Fanny!

So...

It's a room for a married couple

you're looking for, is it?

Yes.
That's right, Mrs. Jones.

Been married long, have you?

Uh, no.

Not very long.

No. Well...

You look like a nice,
respectable young couple to me.

Oh, we absolutely are.

But, um, we'd be obliged,
Mrs. Jones,

if you'd be discreet.

Oh.
I'm very discreet.

We h-haven't announced
the marriage yet.

Families, you know?

Troubles with the families.

We're keeping it a secret until
the families are reconciled.

JONES:
Well, I'd have you know

that this is a very respectable
lodging house.

Our second floor
is let to a gentleman

from the Italian embassy
and his lady.

Very nice, quiet people.

You won't hear a sound
from them.

Except she does sing a little
in the mornings.

Arias and so forth.
Italian, you see?

But you seem a very nice,
quiet young lady, Mrs. Standing.

Thank you, ma'am.

Half a guinea a week.
These rooms and a closet.

My own maid will wait upon you.

Laundry and other services
by arrangement

for a small extra consideration.

Will that be satisfactory?

Eminently so, Mrs. Jones.

Is there anything else you will
be needing at present, sir?

Uh, no.

I don't think so, Mrs. Jones.

Well, then, I'll leave you
to settle in

and make yourselves comfortable.

Thank you, Mrs. Jones.

I like to keep a very quiet
house, Mr. Standing.

Oh, that's just
as I should wish it, Mrs. Jones.

Shall we?

Fanny?

And you're sure you want to try?

Yes.

Phoebe said it will
hurt a little, just at first.

I will be very gentle with you.

Will you not undress too?

Shall I help you
as you helped me?

[ Breathing heavily ]

Your skin is so soft and smooth.

It smells so sweet.

Fanny.

- Fanny.
- Ow!

Sorry.

- P-Perhaps if I --
- Ow!

- Shall we stop?
- No.

Press on.
Press on.

I can bear it.
Ow!

Fanny, I'm hurting you.

No. No.
I am well.

If you could
just hold still awhile.

I cannot.

Ohh!

Oh! God.

[ Both breathing heavily ]

Oh, Fanny.

Well? And what
was your first time like?

A paradise of sensual delight?

No.
I didn't think so.

But I did love
my sweet, innocent Charles.

Right from the first, I think.

And once the smart
of my wounds had eased,

after the application of
a little soothing ointment

and several glasses
of port wine,

we tried again
with much greater success.

FANNY:
[ Moaning ecstatically ]

What floods of bliss,

what melting transports,

what agonies of delight!

Ngh!

Words don't really do justice
to it, do they?

FANNY: [ Moaning softly ]

[ Laughter ]

For three days,
we never left the room.

[ Moaning ] Oh!
Charles.

- Mm.
- What a lucky girl I am.

Now, Fanny, what would you
like to do today?

Anything you like.

Ah, well, lovely as you are
with nothing on at all --

I mean, unimprovably lovely --

I think perhaps
we might visit the shops

and buy you a dress or two.

What do you think of that?

WOMAN: Who will buy
my lovely flowers?

Nosegay!
Roses for the lady!

Nosegay?

Rose?

- [ Coins clinking ]
- Sir?

Oh, thank you.

Roses!

Roses!

Would you like one, Fanny?

- Really?
- But of course.

But your allowance.

I guarantee when my father
sees you, he'll double it.

Come.
In we go.

Choose whichever hat you want.

Good day, sir, madam.

What is it you desire today?

Esther? Is it you?

[ Gasps ] Fanny Hill!

Well, I never did.

So you work here now, do you?

I thought you were in service.

Well, I was always fond
of millinery.

This is my husband, Esther.

Oh.
Pleased to meet you, sir.

And you, ma'am.

Esther and me knew each other
when we were little girls.

Esther, that woman
you took me to,

she sent me to a bad place.

[ Whispering ]

[ Gasps ] No!

Oh, Fanny.

Well, it looks like you done
yourself very well out of it.

Good day, sir.
Good day, madam.

Oh, Mrs. Cole, this is
my old school friend Fanny.

You remember I spoke of her?

I believe I do.

But you never told me
what a beauty she was.

Very happy to make
your acquaintance, ma'am.

I do hope my Esther
has been taking care of you.

- Yes, thank you, ma'am.
- [ Door opens ]

What is it you fancy, good sir?
Esther will see you through.

This way, sir.

Bye, Fanny.

Bye, sir.

Esther, I was hoping --

Now, let's see if I can't find

the prettiest bonnet in the shop

to go with that lovely face.

Fanny Hill!

Look at her!

Bold as brass,
ungrateful little hussy!

Lay hold on her, Phoebe.

You're coming back
with me, miss.

There we are!

Oh, still a lovely
little armful!

Get off of me!

So, you've forgotten
about me, Fanny,

and all the fun
we had together?!

CHARLES: Get off her!

This lady
is my lawful wedded wife.

Oh!
So that's the way of it.

Well, sir, if you want her,

you'll pay me compensation
for all I laid out on her.

I daresay
200 guineas would cover it.

Damn your impudence, ma'am.

You should hang your head
in shame.

Pay you compensation?

I've a good mind
to lay evidence against you

with the magistrate

as a bawd and a corrupter
of innocent young maids.

Come, Phoebe.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Both laughing ]

Oh, my brave hero.

I was brave, wasn't I?

Not that I could've paid her.

Last of my allowance
went on the bonnet.

Brave and kind and handsome

and sweet and good.

And penniless.

We were penniless,
or very nearly so,

but we were young and in love,

and I was simple enough
to believe

that you could live on love.

Charles was the universe to me.

It was such a happy time,
every day a new source of joy.

So the days
turned into weeks, then months.

Fanny?

Today we are going
to visit my father.

I have something
I want to ask him.

What?

His consent to our marriage.

Will you marry me?

Oh, yes!

[ Both laughing ]

[ Door closes ]

Charles, my boy!

What damned impudent trick
is this?

I-I don't understand, sir.

What do you mean?

Do you bring this little whore
here to make a fool of me?

Little whore?

Indeed, sir, you are mistaken.

This is Miss Fanny Hill,
my sweetheart.

Aye, that was the name.
Fanny Hill.

Damned little
swindling trickster of a whore!

I tell you, sir, she is not!

Fanny, I must apologize
for my father's behavior.

To hell with your apologies!
She's a whore, sir!

And you found her in a brothel,
didn't you, sir?!

That is not material, sir.

Not material?
I'll tell you what's material.

You went whoring in a brothel
and took one home

and thought you'd foist her
on the family.

Or you found her in the street,

and she passed herself off as a
maid come new from the country.

Which one is it?
Are you a knave or a fool?!

Neither, sir.

I can tell you,
you are one or the other.

Come, missy, you're a little,
thieving whore, ain't you?!

No, sir.

I am not nor never was,
as I think you should know.

CHARLES: W-What is this?

Fanny, have you met my father?

That's for him to say.

Have we met before, sir?

Don't you try and blackmail
and cozen me, missy.

I know what I know,
and there's an end of it.

And I know
what I know, too, sir.

Should you like your son
to hear it?

Out of my house,
the pair of you!

CHARLES: Father.

I beg you.

Surely, we can clear up
this misunderstanding.

There's no
misunderstanding here.

You have been cozened
by a whore.

Cast her off now,

or you'll never see
a penny of my money again.

No, sir.
I shan't.

I love her,
and she will be my wife

with or without your consent.

Then go, and be damned to you!

Very well, sir.

Come, Fanny.

And anything she says of me
is lies!

- Damned little whore!
- [ Door closes ]

I'm very sorry.

You shouldn't been subjected
to such insults.

If he had not been
my own father,

I should've called him out
and killed him.

Words can't hurt me, Charles.

But I am sorry to see you
quarrel with your father.

How could he have taken you
for a whore?

He was mistaken.

No.
He knew you.

How did he know you, Fanny?

I suppose he saw me
going into the place

and knew it to be a bawdyhouse.

No.
It was more than that.

You said you could tell
what you knew of him.

What do you know of him?
Tell me the truth, Fanny.

You and I should
have no secrets.

Whatever it is,
I shan't be angry with you.

They said his name
was Mr. Crofts.

Yes? And?

He paid Mrs. Brown 50 guineas
to attempt my maidenhead,

but I refused him.

The old goat.

And so I had for love
what he couldn't buy with money.

Small wonder he was angry.

But you're not angry?

How could I be angry with you?

We'll find a way through this.

Good afternoon.

If I could trouble you
for the rent, Mr. Standing.

We've let ourselves get a week
or two behind, haven't we?

Have we?

Thank you for reminding me,
Mrs. Jones.

I'll see to that by and by.

And we mustn't forget about
the sundries.

You've been very heavy
on the laundry, Mr. Standing.

It all mounts up.

Yes, Mrs. Jones.
By and by. By and by.

All very well "by and by,"
Mr. Standing.

Mr. Standing!

That woman!

It'll be all right.

Fanny, every penny I have
comes from my father.

He never had me educated
for any profession.

I've nothing but the allowance
he makes me,

and that's on the understanding

that I enter
the family business.

If he's cast me off,
we're ruined.

Then I think
you must go back to him.

Tell him I bear him no ill will.

We'll let bygones be bygones.

And tell him you'll go
into his business immediate

and learn it
and work hard in it.

That'll please him.

And if you weren't
steady before,

you have me
to keep you steady now.

Tell him that.

And tell him he has a grandchild
on the way, Charlie.

That'll please him.

A grandchild?

Is that true?

I think it is, Charlie.

JONES: Mr. Standing?

By and by, Mrs. Jones!

It's not the rent,
Mr. Standing.

It's a message for you,
very urgent.

Your father's man
has just been here.

You're to go back directly
to your father's house,

where you'll hear something very
much to your advantage, he says.

There.

He's regretting
his harsh words already.

I'll go to him directly.

And what a piece of news
I shall have to tell him!

[ Laughs ]

I shan't be long.

I'll bring you up
a nice glass of wine, shall I?

No, thank you, Mrs. Jones.

Well, no skin
off my nose, Mrs. Standing.

[ Knock on door ]

- [ Door opens ]
- JONES: Only me.

Oh, dear.
All on your own in the dark?

I thought I'd bring you up
a bit of supper.

Thank you, Mrs. Jones.

Hope he hasn't had an accident.

I'm sure he hasn't, Mrs. Jones.

Expect he and his father
have had a lot to talk about.

Yes, well...

But you don't
need to worry, my dear.

I could always find a way
to make sure you was all right.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Hooves clopping ]

[ Hooves clopping ]

He's not back yet, then?

Hope he hasn't run away.

I shall go and seek him
at his father's.

Do you think that's wise,
my dear?

Don't care if it's wise or not.

Perhaps he's being kept there
against his will.

He wouldn't leave me.
I'm carrying his child.

I'd better come with you.

[ Door opens ]

Back again, is it, missy?

And you brought your bawd
with you this time.

Well, there's no business
for you here, my dear.

I beg you, sir, don't mock me.

I've come to ask if you know
where Charlie is.

Yes.
I do know where Charlie is.

He's on a ship
bound for the West Indies.

That's where Charlie is.

He's made up his mind
to knuckle down

and go into the family business.

[ Gasps ]

I don't believe you.

He'd never leave me
of his own free will.

Free will or not,
he's gone, missy,

and you'll never
set eyes on him again.

FANNY: [ Sobbing ]

[ Moans ]

JONES: Fanny!

Get her out.
Get out yourself.

Get out, the pair of you.

What's she doing on the floor?

She's having your grandchild,
sir, that's what she's doing.

Not in my house, she ain't.

Get her out before I set
the dogs on the pair of you!

Can you stand, dear?
I'll help you.

That's it.
That's it.

Get her out.
Get her out!

Get her out!
Get her out!

Get her out!

Well, here we are at last.

You was that poorly,
we thought we'd lost you.

You did lose the baby,
of course.

But on the whole, I'd say that
was a blessing in disguise

in the circumstances.

And now we have to think
of what's to be done.

You got no money at all,
have you, dear?

And you've run up
a terrible bill

what with the back rent
and all the laundry

and the medicine
and the apothecary

and the nursing you back
to your old self.

I was wondering, you see,

what you thought you were
going to do about it.

Because, you see,
if you can't pay,

it's a case
of the debtors' prison.

Then I shall have to go there.

My heart is broken, and I
hardly care what happens to me.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

It would break my heart to see
so tender a young creature

in a place like that

with all the rogues in London
preying on you

and the turnkeys as bad.

There's poor women go in there

and never get out
for the whole of their lives.

Then what am I to do?!
What am I to do?!

Even as my health recovered,
I was consumed with grief

for my lost baby
and my dear Charles.

I barely left my rooms
for fear he might return

and I should miss him.

[ Knock on door ]

JONES: Fanny?

I've brought somebody
to see you.

Come in.

[ Door opens ]

Oh.

I remember you.

I am glad to hear it.