Harlots (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
Under normal circumstances,
the Crown could fall, Christ could rise,
and a gentleman would still
find himself well met
at the door of Margaret Wells,
but today, we are closed.
Closed?
Tomorrow we reopen in Greek Street.
But I must warn you.
Mrs. Wells has tweaked
the tariffs in accordance.
More money for the same girls?
Way of the world, Mr. Armitage.
You can flog a sweetmeat
for twice the price
if it's in a pretty paper.
There'll be no "twice the price"
coming our way.
Mr. Armitage is exactly the breed
we don't want following us.
I like him.
He's got lovely thick arms.
Better than Lord Repton's.
Weak and flabby from a life of opulence.
Better than his pintle.
It's crooked.
Poor old wonky.
You're just jealous I'll be
off gallivanting in splendor.
You're almost a proper lady, Lucy.
And you're almost a proper whore.
Can I not rely on you for better?
Do want the other girls
to piss in your supper?
I was just joking, Ma.
There is an art to joking
without putting yourself above 'em.
Am I not above them?
You make yourself
the toast of the Reptons
and they will catapult
you to the heavens,
just as they did Charlotte.
I don't want a life
like Kitty and Fanny.
You...
you are gold
and they are pinchbeck.
Won't prove that by gloating.
The carriage!
Mrs. Lennox?
Nathaniel was stricken last night.
The doctor says his
heart is failing him.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He wants you.
You must ride back
with me now to see him.
You visit for more than the amusements,
Justice Cunliffe?
The beast requires feeding again.
If I knew the nature of the beast,
how much better I could nourish it.
And procuring unused girls is perilous.
Are they worthy of the risk?
Oh, most certainly.
If this is you...
who are they?
Hmph. Closer.
Though they are without heart.
I will depart, madam,
before a stench like the
fleet ditch reaches me.
Our business is not concluded.
You vile wretch!
You're more repulsive
than the blackening corpse
left on my doorstep.
It wasn't deliberate, Mumma,
I think her belly is unsettled.
Then today you will fast
so as not to upset your stomach further.
Forgive me, gentlemen!
"I support my right
honorable friend's assertion
that the cost of war has been grave."
This will be my first
speech in Parliament
and you're not even listening.
I'm hanging on your every word, my love.
I can't help thinking
your wife would make
a better audience.
Lady Caroline's a passionless shrew.
She wouldn't understand
an artful performance
if it fumbled her cockle.
I'm not asking you to
understand the politics.
I understand that
Parliament wants to tax
the natives in the colonies
to get back what was
spent fighting them.
You make it sound unreasonable.
Then perhaps I do not understand it
as well as I thought.
There a more straightforward
performance you could show me?
Don't scratch it,
or they'll dump you on the church steps.
Up.
You look so handsome, Lucy.
You won't be a bit out
of place at the Reptons.
Old wonky.
I shall have to mount with care.
The men at the new house will love you,
Fanny.
Master Benjamin is with him now.
The children!
Mama, Mama!
Shh!
Come to me.
I'm so sorry. Is Papa with angels?
No!
Ohh...
Our faces will not always fit
as well as they have done here.
Hm?
I won't mind moving to Greek Street.
I could use some luxury.
There'll be plenty
of pockets to lighten.
Off you go, then.
Goodbye!
Be seeing you!
Goodbye!
Come visit us!
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
Uh, yes, miss?
This is not the way to the Reptons'.
We're going to their country estate.
Stop!
Do you hear me, I want you to stop.
I wasn't told I'd be leaving London.
If you will not take me home,
then I will get out and make my own way.
And become the plunder of footpads?
It won't just be your purse
they shove their fingers in.
I want to go home.
Then I will take you.
But you will have to make good with me.
My mother will pay you
as soon as we return.
You can take me in your mouth,
if you prefer.
I'm a guest of your master.
You are not his guest, you are his doxy.
And you won't even be that
once you've jilted him.
Have to drag 'em out their cannons.
All right, here we go.
I think you're on the wrong street,
friend.
I'm sure I'm not, friend.
I said leave her alone!
Don't touch her!
Hay!
Get your grubby fingers off her!
We've not come looking for trouble.
Well, then take your rancid bitches
and your rabid little picaninny...
and fuck off.
Filthy beast!
We're going. Yeah?
Next time, we won't be so merciful.
Fuck you, dead boy!
You're disgusting. You are a trollop.
Go!
Fucking oaf! You're a maggot boiler.
You're a maggot boiler,
that's all you are!
You should be ashamed of yourself!
They are retreating.
They are.
Then our undertaking is accomplished.
By organizing a few mischief makers
and a sack of slops?
They will return,
and you will attach
yourself to that house
like a dog on a rope.
The gentlemen should
be scared to pass you.
I am no dog, Mrs. Quigley.
I do hope you are not
too proud for the task.
Because there are others I could install
in this house.
And you could be back in your hovel.
You have not been born
rich or fortunate enough
to enjoy congress with the likes of me.
I do hope your journey was
not too torturous, my dear.
I'm sure you'll want to bathe.
Scrub London from your skin.
Come on.
What will I do now?
What will become of us?
I'm not really his wife.
His children are bastards.
You know if you're provided for?
You must check
before Benjamin returns.
But what if I am not?
Then rectify it.
Commit a fraud?
Commit Nathaniel's wishes to paper,
nothing more.
You do not have the
luxury of compunction.
You've left me midgame, old friend.
My freedom papers.
The greatest gift
Nathaniel ever gave me.
They... they aren't signed.
Did he lie when he said I was free?
Fate smiles upon you.
Smile back.
Do it!
What are you doing in here?
My condolences, master.
My father is not yet cold.
You will not scavenge here today.
That sour tits will have me starved!
You bait the bear and then
cry when it mauls you.
No food, no fancy.
I haven't the energy.
I'm throbbing.
Your hand will do.
Mine is limp with hunger.
Use your own.
She has spent this much
already this year.
Lady Caroline, she has spent that much
already this month.
She is like nothing I have ever known.
How so?
It is she who possesses him.
She is the wickedest harpy.
I'm here to surprise my
husband upon his return.
It's not every day one makes
one's debut in Parliament.
I watched Sir George
rehearse his speech.
Very impressive.
You are easily impressed.
My husband is a man child.
A fopdoodle who's
frittering away my fortune.
In the eyes of the law,
it is Sir George's fortune,
of course,
but in reality, it was gifted to me
by prudent ancestors.
Marriage is the worst kind of thief.
Then you will be my ally.
In what?
In curbing Sir George's extravagance.
His finances are not my concern.
His estate falls into disrepair.
You are ruining him.
If you'll excuse me,
Sir George has sent word.
His speech is delivered and he requires.
Miss Wells's company.
Well,
we'll send a message that you are here.
He will return at once.
We both know he will not.
You will excuse me while I dress?
But do take these with you.
They're yours, after all.
There's no need to hide yourself, Lucy.
Come.
And here...
is a token.
A little doll for our little doll.
She's beautiful.
Hm.
But she doesn't hold a candle to you.
Now.
Hurry and dress.
This afternoon, we hunt.
Hurry, we will be late.
Oh, good... very good.
I am stuffing you full!
Full to bursting.
You've got to stop playing the jester.
Mumma once starved
a girl for three days.
She didn't have a little
Charlie to look after her,
did she? I'm not joking, Emily.
If you go at her too far,
she'll give you Mr. Osborne.
And who is Mr. Osborne?
He's the short straw.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Confounded musket.
The sight ain't true.
Perhaps you should take a shot, Lucy.
Lord Repton will show you.
There.
That's it.
Clever girl.
I can feel your heart fluttering
like a little beast's.
Where's Lady Repton?
Huh, I don't know.
Lucy!
You'd better go to her.
Lucy!
You'd better run, girl,
she might need your help.
Quickly, now!
You'd better run, Lucy.
We can see you, Lucy.
We're following your little trail.
The dogs are off the leash, Lucy!
Not far now.
That's it run, girl!
We're getting closer.
Good girl.
Your first kill.
Margaret will solve it.
She's clever as a cat.
Where is he?
Hisses like one too.
We'll leave them to it, girls.
Don't start, Margaret.
How could you abandon that house?
You've watched me fight
toothandclaw for it.
We were ambushed.
Fanny was practically
frigged in front of me.
You could have fought. I did fight!
What, with all your passion?
I'd have ripped the
sinews from their necks
before I walked away from my house.
Well, I'm not like you, Margaret.
I can't wear blinkers
to the cost of it all.
What cost?
The cost to Jacob, to Lucy.
The cost to all of us.
Would you have Lucy
rut her days away as
a bawdy house whore?
Or better still, some smockwife
to a penniless laborer?
And what about Jacob?
Shall we teach him to crawl on his belly
as some rich man's boy?
I am weary of doing this alone.
You do it alone?
Sometimes I feel I do.
I'll tell you what you're alone in,
woman.
The noxious squabble with Lydia Quigley
that you're too puffedup to finish.
What's that got to do with anything?
You think those louts
paid for themselves?
It's payback
for Mary Cooper.
You can't know that.
Don't add stupidity to the list
of your misdeeds, Margaret.
Plenty long enough already.
Nathaniel Lennox.
He was a slave owner, Mags.
He's chosen the worst moment to die.
You pretend it's only
your pocket feels the ache.
I remember sometimes
you tupped him for free.
You should have slapped me
for my foolishness.
His wife said he got lusty
about me on his death bed.
Filthy dog.
His prick was stiff
before the rest of him.
I wonder if Will won't dance a jig
when my time comes.
It'll be your own fault,
you nipping crab.
You've forgotten he's the only man
you've never made pay for it.
Enough.
Tell me,
how can I get into Greek Street?
You've a very solemn countenance today,
Miss Wells.
Why don't you join me and
I'll see if I can rectify it?
Alas, I'm summoned to service my master.
He'd have you pleasure him in public?
Only with words.
It's harlotting we do
with our clothes on
that matters most.
Charlotte!
Why are you loitering?
To warn you in private that
Haxby conspires against you.
He summoned Lady Caroline
to curb your spending.
The impertinent gargoyle!
He picked the wrong fellow
if he thinks that George Howard
will be enfeebled.
Well, he has indeed.
Come.
Sir Christopher.
Did my lord acquit himself
well in the House today?
He was... masterful.
As always.
Later, you shall master me.
Lord Howard,
I am throbbing with envy.
You take our mischief in the woods
very timidly, Lucy.
Where's that Wells
wild streak I'm so fond of?
Have you no retort?
Sir, you are too cruel.
She's not yet out of her shell.
I'm sure Charlotte Wells
never had a shell.
Lord Repton should be
careful I don't tell everyone
he didn't hit a target all day.
He should indeed.
Every shot he made was wonky.
I shall call him Lord Wonky.
This fricassee is delicious.
Off to bed, off to bed.
Come, come on, hold on to my arm.
What is it, Mama?
Hold on to my arm quiet, quiet!
Come.
Come!
Stealing away like a thief
when I was coming to bring you these.
My freedom papers.
You've signed them.
To release myself from
my father's depravity.
I wasn't sure you would. Just go.
Come!
The deed grants you your own liberty.
It doesn't extend to the children.
So we're not free at all?
You are free.
I won't leave them.
The choice isn't yours.
Abigail, the children.
No, it's... no, you...
No, you can't keep them!
I don't intend to.
They will have most value to me
on the plantation.
No!
Mama. Mama!
No, please, Benjamin.
Please, Benjamin, no.
You will go.
We're not shy of men,
what are you doing?
Fighting, Margaret, like I always did.
You are returned with
your organ grinder.
Get him, boys!
Nancy, go on, Nancy, get him!
Get him, girl!
Keep away from the cart!
Piece of shit!
Run for the watch, girl,
as though your life depends upon it!
Yes, Mother!
We shall retire.
Have you ever laid with a man
after insulting his manhood?
He will pound you to tripe.
What devilment is this?
We're new tenants, sir,
set upon by villains as
we're trying to move in.
She is a filthy bawd.
Our masters don't want her here.
She's a hellcat!
Then your masters will
take it up with her landlord,
or the King of England himself.
But you rogues will move on.
Yeah!
You heard him.
All right, clear the way, or I'll...
Get out of here.
There's a fine fellow now.
Get out of here, you piece of shit.
You heard the man.
Move off. Yeah, go home.
Right, let's get this gear off.
Will!
My lady has sent me to dress you, miss.
One moment, please.
Soaked into the wood.
How long you been down there?
We'll never be free of the stench.
We haven't got enough beds
or girls to fill the place.
What if I've brought a scourge upon us?
What if the stench is me?
You have brought a scourge upon us.
Lydia Quigley.
The stench, that's Mary Cooper.
I can't do this, Will.
Well, that's too bad.
This is the course you set us upon.
The girls will soon awake.
The culls will arrive.
Culls might not come.
In which case,
the lack of beds will not be a problem.
And once she had got inside,
did Margaret Wells emerge again?
Only her bully man,
draggin' out the sack.
No doubt filled with what you left them.
Hm.
You have a better play than that.
The skill is knowing which
card your adversary holds, hm.
Mm, mmhm!
Mr. Osborne is here, Mumma.
It's MaryLouise's turn
and she's disappeared.
Well, take him to Emily Lacey.
Miss Lacey.
Mr. Osborne for you.
What if nobody co.
The tits come to the lard.
I have no home,
no money,
and I wouldn't care if
only I had my children.
Oh...
I would rather be dead
than be without them.
If they're slaves,
then surely they're for sale.
You will buy them back.
How?
All I can do
is pay you what I pay another girl.
I can never be a whore.
A kitchen maid.
Work for me,
and you'll go to bed every
night knowing you have worked.
You forget I was a slave, Mrs. Wells.
Lucy's home.
The journey from the country took hours.
You left London?
It was astounding, Ma.
Come now.
Haxby?
Don't let him squirm off the hook,
Howard.
I won't.
Haxby!
I need the piss pot.
I'll summon the maid.
No.
No, I have the piss pot.
What I require is a menial to hold it.
Sir? Hold my piss pot, Haxby.
You think because your family have been
with the estate for generations
that I'm forced to endure you,
like an ugly old heirloom.
Meddle again and I'll
kick you out in the street
like a dog.
My wife will snivel
for all of five minutes
and then she'll forget you.
Because a servant is just a servant.
Hide your faces, harlots!
And damned are the weak and wayward men
who would indulge in fornication.
This temple of vice will
burn to its very cinders.
You're welcome here always,
Mr. Armitage,
and at your usual rate.
Less,
if you can extract that eyeless tumor
from the doorstep.
I'm off duty.
And if I don't have Fanny Lambert
right this moment, I might die
a death of wanting.
Oh, she was a treat before.
But in that new dress...
You have buttered the bacon, Mrs. Wells!
Hide your faces, harlots!
Hide them in very shame.
But the severest damnation be reserved,
for it is she who provides
both instrument and
opportunity for vice.
Is this how you welcome
your new neighbor,
Mrs. Scanwell?
I bid you no welcome, fleshpeddler.
Your mistress is also a bawd.
It is Pimp Quigley that set you upon me,
is it not? God alone is my master.
I am a good Samaritan here to warn you
that your mistress will
lead you to the bonfire
if you let her.
Her soul is three shades
blacker than your skin.
Mother is fearlessly
fighting your campaign,
but... her health is not strong.
And Mrs. Wells just
mocked us with scorn.
She feasts like a rat on a corpse pile
but she will become
bloated and complacent.
Do not falter in your campaign, my dear.
Then we can stay in your house?
What a jewel you are.
Your mother's very
fortunate to have you.
Your mother tells me you play.
I'd love to hear you.
Does your hand trouble you?
No, sir.
Then unfurl it.
Mr. Byrne?
I don't think she likes me.
What's happened?
There's a rotten smell in here, Ma.
I'm trying to fix it.
Care you not, therefore you sleep
While other o'er your watch do keep
Sleep, little darling, do not cry
And I'll sing a last lullaby
Sleep, my own treasure,
don't hear me cry
And I'll sing a last lullaby
Hmph...
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the Crown could fall, Christ could rise,
and a gentleman would still
find himself well met
at the door of Margaret Wells,
but today, we are closed.
Closed?
Tomorrow we reopen in Greek Street.
But I must warn you.
Mrs. Wells has tweaked
the tariffs in accordance.
More money for the same girls?
Way of the world, Mr. Armitage.
You can flog a sweetmeat
for twice the price
if it's in a pretty paper.
There'll be no "twice the price"
coming our way.
Mr. Armitage is exactly the breed
we don't want following us.
I like him.
He's got lovely thick arms.
Better than Lord Repton's.
Weak and flabby from a life of opulence.
Better than his pintle.
It's crooked.
Poor old wonky.
You're just jealous I'll be
off gallivanting in splendor.
You're almost a proper lady, Lucy.
And you're almost a proper whore.
Can I not rely on you for better?
Do want the other girls
to piss in your supper?
I was just joking, Ma.
There is an art to joking
without putting yourself above 'em.
Am I not above them?
You make yourself
the toast of the Reptons
and they will catapult
you to the heavens,
just as they did Charlotte.
I don't want a life
like Kitty and Fanny.
You...
you are gold
and they are pinchbeck.
Won't prove that by gloating.
The carriage!
Mrs. Lennox?
Nathaniel was stricken last night.
The doctor says his
heart is failing him.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He wants you.
You must ride back
with me now to see him.
You visit for more than the amusements,
Justice Cunliffe?
The beast requires feeding again.
If I knew the nature of the beast,
how much better I could nourish it.
And procuring unused girls is perilous.
Are they worthy of the risk?
Oh, most certainly.
If this is you...
who are they?
Hmph. Closer.
Though they are without heart.
I will depart, madam,
before a stench like the
fleet ditch reaches me.
Our business is not concluded.
You vile wretch!
You're more repulsive
than the blackening corpse
left on my doorstep.
It wasn't deliberate, Mumma,
I think her belly is unsettled.
Then today you will fast
so as not to upset your stomach further.
Forgive me, gentlemen!
"I support my right
honorable friend's assertion
that the cost of war has been grave."
This will be my first
speech in Parliament
and you're not even listening.
I'm hanging on your every word, my love.
I can't help thinking
your wife would make
a better audience.
Lady Caroline's a passionless shrew.
She wouldn't understand
an artful performance
if it fumbled her cockle.
I'm not asking you to
understand the politics.
I understand that
Parliament wants to tax
the natives in the colonies
to get back what was
spent fighting them.
You make it sound unreasonable.
Then perhaps I do not understand it
as well as I thought.
There a more straightforward
performance you could show me?
Don't scratch it,
or they'll dump you on the church steps.
Up.
You look so handsome, Lucy.
You won't be a bit out
of place at the Reptons.
Old wonky.
I shall have to mount with care.
The men at the new house will love you,
Fanny.
Master Benjamin is with him now.
The children!
Mama, Mama!
Shh!
Come to me.
I'm so sorry. Is Papa with angels?
No!
Ohh...
Our faces will not always fit
as well as they have done here.
Hm?
I won't mind moving to Greek Street.
I could use some luxury.
There'll be plenty
of pockets to lighten.
Off you go, then.
Goodbye!
Be seeing you!
Goodbye!
Come visit us!
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
Uh, yes, miss?
This is not the way to the Reptons'.
We're going to their country estate.
Stop!
Do you hear me, I want you to stop.
I wasn't told I'd be leaving London.
If you will not take me home,
then I will get out and make my own way.
And become the plunder of footpads?
It won't just be your purse
they shove their fingers in.
I want to go home.
Then I will take you.
But you will have to make good with me.
My mother will pay you
as soon as we return.
You can take me in your mouth,
if you prefer.
I'm a guest of your master.
You are not his guest, you are his doxy.
And you won't even be that
once you've jilted him.
Have to drag 'em out their cannons.
All right, here we go.
I think you're on the wrong street,
friend.
I'm sure I'm not, friend.
I said leave her alone!
Don't touch her!
Hay!
Get your grubby fingers off her!
We've not come looking for trouble.
Well, then take your rancid bitches
and your rabid little picaninny...
and fuck off.
Filthy beast!
We're going. Yeah?
Next time, we won't be so merciful.
Fuck you, dead boy!
You're disgusting. You are a trollop.
Go!
Fucking oaf! You're a maggot boiler.
You're a maggot boiler,
that's all you are!
You should be ashamed of yourself!
They are retreating.
They are.
Then our undertaking is accomplished.
By organizing a few mischief makers
and a sack of slops?
They will return,
and you will attach
yourself to that house
like a dog on a rope.
The gentlemen should
be scared to pass you.
I am no dog, Mrs. Quigley.
I do hope you are not
too proud for the task.
Because there are others I could install
in this house.
And you could be back in your hovel.
You have not been born
rich or fortunate enough
to enjoy congress with the likes of me.
I do hope your journey was
not too torturous, my dear.
I'm sure you'll want to bathe.
Scrub London from your skin.
Come on.
What will I do now?
What will become of us?
I'm not really his wife.
His children are bastards.
You know if you're provided for?
You must check
before Benjamin returns.
But what if I am not?
Then rectify it.
Commit a fraud?
Commit Nathaniel's wishes to paper,
nothing more.
You do not have the
luxury of compunction.
You've left me midgame, old friend.
My freedom papers.
The greatest gift
Nathaniel ever gave me.
They... they aren't signed.
Did he lie when he said I was free?
Fate smiles upon you.
Smile back.
Do it!
What are you doing in here?
My condolences, master.
My father is not yet cold.
You will not scavenge here today.
That sour tits will have me starved!
You bait the bear and then
cry when it mauls you.
No food, no fancy.
I haven't the energy.
I'm throbbing.
Your hand will do.
Mine is limp with hunger.
Use your own.
She has spent this much
already this year.
Lady Caroline, she has spent that much
already this month.
She is like nothing I have ever known.
How so?
It is she who possesses him.
She is the wickedest harpy.
I'm here to surprise my
husband upon his return.
It's not every day one makes
one's debut in Parliament.
I watched Sir George
rehearse his speech.
Very impressive.
You are easily impressed.
My husband is a man child.
A fopdoodle who's
frittering away my fortune.
In the eyes of the law,
it is Sir George's fortune,
of course,
but in reality, it was gifted to me
by prudent ancestors.
Marriage is the worst kind of thief.
Then you will be my ally.
In what?
In curbing Sir George's extravagance.
His finances are not my concern.
His estate falls into disrepair.
You are ruining him.
If you'll excuse me,
Sir George has sent word.
His speech is delivered and he requires.
Miss Wells's company.
Well,
we'll send a message that you are here.
He will return at once.
We both know he will not.
You will excuse me while I dress?
But do take these with you.
They're yours, after all.
There's no need to hide yourself, Lucy.
Come.
And here...
is a token.
A little doll for our little doll.
She's beautiful.
Hm.
But she doesn't hold a candle to you.
Now.
Hurry and dress.
This afternoon, we hunt.
Hurry, we will be late.
Oh, good... very good.
I am stuffing you full!
Full to bursting.
You've got to stop playing the jester.
Mumma once starved
a girl for three days.
She didn't have a little
Charlie to look after her,
did she? I'm not joking, Emily.
If you go at her too far,
she'll give you Mr. Osborne.
And who is Mr. Osborne?
He's the short straw.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Confounded musket.
The sight ain't true.
Perhaps you should take a shot, Lucy.
Lord Repton will show you.
There.
That's it.
Clever girl.
I can feel your heart fluttering
like a little beast's.
Where's Lady Repton?
Huh, I don't know.
Lucy!
You'd better go to her.
Lucy!
You'd better run, girl,
she might need your help.
Quickly, now!
You'd better run, Lucy.
We can see you, Lucy.
We're following your little trail.
The dogs are off the leash, Lucy!
Not far now.
That's it run, girl!
We're getting closer.
Good girl.
Your first kill.
Margaret will solve it.
She's clever as a cat.
Where is he?
Hisses like one too.
We'll leave them to it, girls.
Don't start, Margaret.
How could you abandon that house?
You've watched me fight
toothandclaw for it.
We were ambushed.
Fanny was practically
frigged in front of me.
You could have fought. I did fight!
What, with all your passion?
I'd have ripped the
sinews from their necks
before I walked away from my house.
Well, I'm not like you, Margaret.
I can't wear blinkers
to the cost of it all.
What cost?
The cost to Jacob, to Lucy.
The cost to all of us.
Would you have Lucy
rut her days away as
a bawdy house whore?
Or better still, some smockwife
to a penniless laborer?
And what about Jacob?
Shall we teach him to crawl on his belly
as some rich man's boy?
I am weary of doing this alone.
You do it alone?
Sometimes I feel I do.
I'll tell you what you're alone in,
woman.
The noxious squabble with Lydia Quigley
that you're too puffedup to finish.
What's that got to do with anything?
You think those louts
paid for themselves?
It's payback
for Mary Cooper.
You can't know that.
Don't add stupidity to the list
of your misdeeds, Margaret.
Plenty long enough already.
Nathaniel Lennox.
He was a slave owner, Mags.
He's chosen the worst moment to die.
You pretend it's only
your pocket feels the ache.
I remember sometimes
you tupped him for free.
You should have slapped me
for my foolishness.
His wife said he got lusty
about me on his death bed.
Filthy dog.
His prick was stiff
before the rest of him.
I wonder if Will won't dance a jig
when my time comes.
It'll be your own fault,
you nipping crab.
You've forgotten he's the only man
you've never made pay for it.
Enough.
Tell me,
how can I get into Greek Street?
You've a very solemn countenance today,
Miss Wells.
Why don't you join me and
I'll see if I can rectify it?
Alas, I'm summoned to service my master.
He'd have you pleasure him in public?
Only with words.
It's harlotting we do
with our clothes on
that matters most.
Charlotte!
Why are you loitering?
To warn you in private that
Haxby conspires against you.
He summoned Lady Caroline
to curb your spending.
The impertinent gargoyle!
He picked the wrong fellow
if he thinks that George Howard
will be enfeebled.
Well, he has indeed.
Come.
Sir Christopher.
Did my lord acquit himself
well in the House today?
He was... masterful.
As always.
Later, you shall master me.
Lord Howard,
I am throbbing with envy.
You take our mischief in the woods
very timidly, Lucy.
Where's that Wells
wild streak I'm so fond of?
Have you no retort?
Sir, you are too cruel.
She's not yet out of her shell.
I'm sure Charlotte Wells
never had a shell.
Lord Repton should be
careful I don't tell everyone
he didn't hit a target all day.
He should indeed.
Every shot he made was wonky.
I shall call him Lord Wonky.
This fricassee is delicious.
Off to bed, off to bed.
Come, come on, hold on to my arm.
What is it, Mama?
Hold on to my arm quiet, quiet!
Come.
Come!
Stealing away like a thief
when I was coming to bring you these.
My freedom papers.
You've signed them.
To release myself from
my father's depravity.
I wasn't sure you would. Just go.
Come!
The deed grants you your own liberty.
It doesn't extend to the children.
So we're not free at all?
You are free.
I won't leave them.
The choice isn't yours.
Abigail, the children.
No, it's... no, you...
No, you can't keep them!
I don't intend to.
They will have most value to me
on the plantation.
No!
Mama. Mama!
No, please, Benjamin.
Please, Benjamin, no.
You will go.
We're not shy of men,
what are you doing?
Fighting, Margaret, like I always did.
You are returned with
your organ grinder.
Get him, boys!
Nancy, go on, Nancy, get him!
Get him, girl!
Keep away from the cart!
Piece of shit!
Run for the watch, girl,
as though your life depends upon it!
Yes, Mother!
We shall retire.
Have you ever laid with a man
after insulting his manhood?
He will pound you to tripe.
What devilment is this?
We're new tenants, sir,
set upon by villains as
we're trying to move in.
She is a filthy bawd.
Our masters don't want her here.
She's a hellcat!
Then your masters will
take it up with her landlord,
or the King of England himself.
But you rogues will move on.
Yeah!
You heard him.
All right, clear the way, or I'll...
Get out of here.
There's a fine fellow now.
Get out of here, you piece of shit.
You heard the man.
Move off. Yeah, go home.
Right, let's get this gear off.
Will!
My lady has sent me to dress you, miss.
One moment, please.
Soaked into the wood.
How long you been down there?
We'll never be free of the stench.
We haven't got enough beds
or girls to fill the place.
What if I've brought a scourge upon us?
What if the stench is me?
You have brought a scourge upon us.
Lydia Quigley.
The stench, that's Mary Cooper.
I can't do this, Will.
Well, that's too bad.
This is the course you set us upon.
The girls will soon awake.
The culls will arrive.
Culls might not come.
In which case,
the lack of beds will not be a problem.
And once she had got inside,
did Margaret Wells emerge again?
Only her bully man,
draggin' out the sack.
No doubt filled with what you left them.
Hm.
You have a better play than that.
The skill is knowing which
card your adversary holds, hm.
Mm, mmhm!
Mr. Osborne is here, Mumma.
It's MaryLouise's turn
and she's disappeared.
Well, take him to Emily Lacey.
Miss Lacey.
Mr. Osborne for you.
What if nobody co.
The tits come to the lard.
I have no home,
no money,
and I wouldn't care if
only I had my children.
Oh...
I would rather be dead
than be without them.
If they're slaves,
then surely they're for sale.
You will buy them back.
How?
All I can do
is pay you what I pay another girl.
I can never be a whore.
A kitchen maid.
Work for me,
and you'll go to bed every
night knowing you have worked.
You forget I was a slave, Mrs. Wells.
Lucy's home.
The journey from the country took hours.
You left London?
It was astounding, Ma.
Come now.
Haxby?
Don't let him squirm off the hook,
Howard.
I won't.
Haxby!
I need the piss pot.
I'll summon the maid.
No.
No, I have the piss pot.
What I require is a menial to hold it.
Sir? Hold my piss pot, Haxby.
You think because your family have been
with the estate for generations
that I'm forced to endure you,
like an ugly old heirloom.
Meddle again and I'll
kick you out in the street
like a dog.
My wife will snivel
for all of five minutes
and then she'll forget you.
Because a servant is just a servant.
Hide your faces, harlots!
And damned are the weak and wayward men
who would indulge in fornication.
This temple of vice will
burn to its very cinders.
You're welcome here always,
Mr. Armitage,
and at your usual rate.
Less,
if you can extract that eyeless tumor
from the doorstep.
I'm off duty.
And if I don't have Fanny Lambert
right this moment, I might die
a death of wanting.
Oh, she was a treat before.
But in that new dress...
You have buttered the bacon, Mrs. Wells!
Hide your faces, harlots!
Hide them in very shame.
But the severest damnation be reserved,
for it is she who provides
both instrument and
opportunity for vice.
Is this how you welcome
your new neighbor,
Mrs. Scanwell?
I bid you no welcome, fleshpeddler.
Your mistress is also a bawd.
It is Pimp Quigley that set you upon me,
is it not? God alone is my master.
I am a good Samaritan here to warn you
that your mistress will
lead you to the bonfire
if you let her.
Her soul is three shades
blacker than your skin.
Mother is fearlessly
fighting your campaign,
but... her health is not strong.
And Mrs. Wells just
mocked us with scorn.
She feasts like a rat on a corpse pile
but she will become
bloated and complacent.
Do not falter in your campaign, my dear.
Then we can stay in your house?
What a jewel you are.
Your mother's very
fortunate to have you.
Your mother tells me you play.
I'd love to hear you.
Does your hand trouble you?
No, sir.
Then unfurl it.
Mr. Byrne?
I don't think she likes me.
What's happened?
There's a rotten smell in here, Ma.
I'm trying to fix it.
Care you not, therefore you sleep
While other o'er your watch do keep
Sleep, little darling, do not cry
And I'll sing a last lullaby
Sleep, my own treasure,
don't hear me cry
And I'll sing a last lullaby
Hmph...
Synced & corrected by Monkeymannn