All language subtitles for Desperate Romantics s01e02.eng

[CHATTERING IN THE BACKGROUND]

GABRIEL: Here we go.

"They may,
as they gain experience,

lay in our England
the foundation of a school of art

nobler than the world
has seen for 300 years."

-That's splendid.
-Mr Ruskin has been as good as his word.

Well, this is far
from good news.

[CLEARS THROAT]

"Millais has sunk into
extravagance bordering on irreverence

"and is again followed
by Mr Hunt...

"till nothing remains of
perspective or truth."

What about the Athenaeum?

"Pure ugliness
for its own sake."

[GABRIEL CHUCKLES]

-I'm glad you find it
amusing, Gabriel. -We have Ruskin!

We have a letter from Ruskin.

That's not the same thing.

So now we move on
with our mission.

Now we persuade
Ruskin to buy our work.

That should be easy.
We'll all paint a masterpiece.

There's a turn up. I was going
to paint a masterpiece this week. Ophelia Drowning.

I've already painted the
riverbank and flowers, as you know.

Yes, I know.

Do you want me to tour
the brothels to find a model for you?

I have quite an eye, you know.

-I shall need tin, of course,
to cover my expenses. -No need, Gabriel.

-I mean to hire Miss Siddal.
-Sid?

She's not available.

-Who's Sid?
-Miss Siddal. Just a little nickname I have for her.

You've got as far as nicknames.

-JOHN: But Miss Siddal
is perfect. -And I can draw no other model.

-Without Sid, I am nothing.
-But Ruskin thinks Ophelia quite the thing!

When did you talk
to Ruskin about it?

I bumped into him
at the Academy.

Well, he bumped
into me, actually.

Asked me what I was
painting next and so forth.

GABRIEL: Did he mention me
at all?

I enquire
purely out of interest.

Of course.

Did my name come up, or...?

We have tickled the great trout
Ruskin and now we must land him.

Well, I shall certainly be
doing my bit to get him to buy.

And remember, Johnny,
Ruskin must have no favourites.

But what if he prefers
one of us to the others?

Then that "favourite" tells
Ruskin that he chooses to buy from all three of us

or none of us at all.

That's the plan, all right?

You won't ask Lizzie to sit
for Ophelia, will you?

-It would be
an important step for her. -Well, what about me?

Sat at home with a blank
canvas and a blank mind.

How do you mean?

The difference between
a good artist and a bad artist is Lizzie Siddal.

-That's why I want to keep her.
-So you need her because of your art?

Of course. Of course.

For a moment there, I thought
it was because you were in love with her or something.

Fred!

Of course I'm in love with her!

FRED THINKING: A promise
is a promise, but then one thought keeps prodding me.

And it is this.

What would Rossetti do
if he found himself in my circumstances?

What would Rossetti do?

I woke up in the
night in a mug of sweat, Lizzie,

on account of thinking
about you in the bath.

I thought you would get cold.

Then I thought, candles.

That's the thing. Candles.

Keep you warm as warm.

-And be spared the fate
of the real Ophelia. -Quite so.

And none of us would want that.

Now...

remember that Hamlet
has rejected her

and she is taking
her own life, Miss Siddal.

JOHN: Fred, you might want
to write this down.

Fred is our official
diarist, Miss Siddal.

He records our every word
for posterity.

So...if you could capture
that in a look of...

sad resignation, then it would
make my life so much easier.

Fred?

If you wouldn't mind.

Sid, Sid, Sid.

Are you quite dry, Miss Siddal?

-I think so.
-I shall accompany you to your door, Lizzie.

No need for that, Fred.
I was passing anyway and can accompany Sid home.

Gabriel.

I had no idea you'd be calling.

I have business in the area.

FRED: What business?

-Fred, I've a cab waiting,
so, you know... -How can you afford a cab?

That's true. Terrible cheek,
I know, but...

Thank you.

Sid?

Well, don't you want
to see the painting?

If it's good enough for Ruskin,
I'm sure it's good enough for me.

[DOOR SHUTS]

I'm sorry I lied about the cab.

I thought the walk'd
warm you up.

-And you weren't really passing
by either, were you? -I was, really.

And there was me thinking you
were insanely jealous because Millais was painting me.

The truth is, I'm jealous of
any man who's looking at you

when I could be looking at you.

Fred said I should do it

because John Millais is about
to become the most famous painter in Europe.

Well, I'm sure that Fred has
your best interests at heart.

What are you implying?

I'm afraid Fred has grown
sweet on you, and he's made it his mission to keep us apart.

Why would he do that?

Because he thinks that
we may have more than a professional relationship.

Oh.

And he is right, is he not?

Perhaps you make connections
like this all the time but I...

Well, let's say I find it
very hard to think of any other subject but you.

I think you're very
pleasant company.

Well, I have been
called worse, I suppose.

And a good painter.

Only you.

I am only good with you.

Now, the man will be
sitting at the piano.

If you think I'm having
anything to do with that dead bird,

you've got another thing coming.

-The poor beast represents
the fallen woman. -Fallen woman?

Isn't this just like Rossetti's
idea for the painting?

I prefer the term "Inspired by"
rather than "Copied".

Now, sit here.

-You need to be facing out.
-Oh, reverse farm-girl.

Why didn't you just say so?

No, no. You need to be sat on
the edge of the seat. Stand up.

Facing out.

-Perhaps remembering
a childhood home. -I'd rather not.

And, in that moment,
you are breaking away from your gilded cage

with a look of startled...
holy...resolve.

A bit more holy resolve
and a little less surprised by a broom handle.

Well, I'm more familiar
with one than the other.

And the man sings on
at the piano,

ignorantly intensifying
your repentant purpose.

And there shouldn't be a
single object in the room

that isn't either common
or vulgar.

Even the fruit should be left to
be preyed on by thievish birds.

Perhaps her repentant purpose
can wait until tomorrow.

[PIANO KEYS SOUNDING OUT]

[BOTH MOAN]

Is it Fred or is it Millais?

-Is what Fred or Millais?
-The reason you can't sleep.

It isn't either of them.

So it's as I feared.
It is Rossetti.

-You don't know the man.
-I know that he's not to be trusted.

I knew that the moment
I laid eyes on him,

with his wild hair
and strange clothes and that insistent stare.

You have just listed
three of the reasons why I may just love him.

Love him?

-Love him?! You haven't told
him you love him, have you? -LIZZIE: No.

I have been cool and distant.

Thank God. Because as soon
as a man like that hears the word love,

he thinks he can behave
as he likes.

And I have no say in the matter?

Look at how Mr Hunt used you.

Gabriel is different.

I know.

It's his difference
that worries me.

[MUSIC PLAYING AT TAVERN]

You promised me! You promised
me you would dissuade her.

-Did my feelings
have no influence? -Whatever do you mean?

She only became valuable
to you once I made it clear she was valuable to me.

You should be flattered!

It means I trust your judgement
better than my own.

So that's my role, is it?

Food taster to the King?

It takes more than a pair
of pointy boots and your mother's scarf

to make you
a Pre-Raphaelite, you know.

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Hello, Fred.

GABRIEL: Hey, boy Johnny!

How is Opheliaprogressing?

I think it may save my career.

-Our career.
-Yes, of course. "Our" career.

Ruskin knows and is happy
with your choice of Lizzie?

-GABRIEL: Is he? For a model?
-My choice of Lizzie? Why wouldn't he be?

Well, just that he took
against Lizzie so badly in Hunt's painting.

Don't you recall?
He said she was sluttish.

Be a terrible pity for us
to lose Ruskin's patronage

because you went against
his wishes, though.

Erm...

I'll meet with
you later, Gabriel.

I've just remembered
an appointment.

Indeed. I'm sure you have.

What are you doing?

If he alerts Ruskin of his
choice of model,

then Ruskin might go off
the whole idea of Ophelia.

I can't help it.
I don't want him using Lizzie.

Even though I know it's
probably our only chance.

You speak as if Millais
is the only one Ruskin is interested in.

Well, I can only paint Lizzie
and she isn't available

and you told me
you had a complete dearth of ideas. So...

-Well, actually, that's changed
since the last time we spoke. -Really?

-Mm.
-What are you painting?

Oh, nothing really.

Just something
inspired by Annie.

Effie? Effie?

Is this why you cannot
bring yourself to face real flesh and blood?

How dare you interfere
with my work!

She looks like
a very happy wife!

I am studying them to see
if there is any artistic merit in them.

[SHE LAUGHS]
John!

For a clever man, that
is a very stupid excuse!

They're part of Turner's
estate. I've been entrusted to catalogue them.

I discovered them after
his death and, despite their technical brilliance,

I am compelled to destroy them.

-Why?
-Because it would damage Turner's reputation.

And a great man should not
have his reputation shredded by tittle-tattle!

Just give me the sketches and
we'll talk no more about it.

No, I rather like them.

I think we should keep
them for inspiration!

Effie! Effie!

Everything's fine, Mrs Bradshaw.

Please go back to bed.
Mrs Ruskin has become a little overagitated.

What shall we try first, John?

This?

Or this? Or this?

Am I so very different
from these women?

This is your sickness talking.

My sickness? Well, I appear to
share my sickness with Turner.

Turner was a genius!

Turner was the truest painter
Britain has ever produced!

And I'm what? I'm what?!
What am I?

Your best conduct would be
encouraged by regular exercise

and mental labour of a
dull and exacting character.

Now, I have mentioned
Italian and botany as subjects

and I had hoped that you would
endeavour to occupy your mind

by giving a little time each
day to these healthful and...

unexciting studies.

[DOOR SHUTS]

I'm very excited about the
prospect of your Ophelia,John.

-Thank you.
-Mr. Ruskin is seldom excited.

A painting that deals with
one of the great themes.

There are practically no other
themes I like to deal with, sir.

What greater subject than a
woman trapped in a relationship

with a man who promised love
but only delivered rejection?

-Driven mad.
-Driven mad.

Although I often wonder if
Ophelia was already mad before Hamlet rejected her.

Because that can happen,
can't it, dearest?

A madness hidden from one lover
to another and only revealed too late.

I think it is fair to say
that her behaviour

is more that of a creature
driven into a corner by her master.

What do you think, Mr Millais?

-Me?
-Yes, Johnny, what is your opinion?

I don't have much room
in my head for thoughts, let alone opinions too.

Well, now, have you
settled on a model?

Well, that is what I wanted to
see you about. What about Effie here?

[JOHN CHUCKLES]

I was thinking of
Miss Lizzie Siddal,

who Hunt used before
me and of whom...

But I'm serious. Effie here.

Do you not think she
would look well in water,

slowly drifting to her death?

But modelling...

Your wife, sir, I mean...

Sir, it isn't a job for
a respectable woman.

You're right. It isn't.

Would Miss Siddal meet
with your approval?

I've made some sketches.

I was wrong about Miss Siddal,
John. She's perfect.

I apologise for ever
thinking her sluttish.

I'm a poor judge
of women, Johnny.

You will have to forgive me.

Effie!

Lizzie?

Lizzie! Lizzie!

Lizzie! Oh, my God,
what have I done?

What have I done.
Lizzie, wake up!

Idiots! What were you
thinking, you lunatics?!

Keep breathing, Lizzie, my love.

I promise you,
I value her life above my own.

-I've found a cab.
He's waiting outside. -Go! Go!

Get the door. Get the door.

Quick, put her down there.

Mr Siddal! Mr Siddal!

Our Lizzie's been overcome!

You need to call a doctor, Mr
Siddal. She may have exposure

-or pneumonia or some...
-Exposure?! What have you been doing with her?

Can you just send out
for a doctor?!

Charlotte, go and fetch Dr
Etchells and tell him to come straight away!

Don't either of you touch her!
Don't touch her!

She's upstairs.
She's upstairs. Hurry.

My daughter...

my beautiful Lizzie...

aristocratic by birth...

..lying in open water...

in a second-hand dress!

It wasn't exactly open water.

Well, let's hope it's not
"exactly" fatal pneumonia, then shall we?

She will not die.

And you're a qualified
medical man, Mr Rossetti?

-I won't allow her to die.
-Oh, I see, you're God Almighty.

No need of a Doctor, dear,

we have Jesus Christ himself
standing in our parlour!

Please, no blasphemy,
Mr Siddal.

If I'm to understand the doctor,

the chill may have
a grip on her lungs.

-GABRIEL: No!
This can't be true. -No.

I must see her.
I can't leave. Not now!

MR SIDDAL: Get out,
the pair of you!

You've as good as
killed my daughter!

Out of my house and
never come near again,

else as God's my judge,
I shall run you through with my own steel!

You've killed her.

You and Johnny have killed her.

She is not dead, Gabriel.

The tragedy is that Ruskin had
finally recognised Lizzie for the stunner she is.

Under that cherubic face,
you really are an ambitious little turdwipe, aren't you?!

The tragedy is that she may die!

She may die!

My love.

And my masterpiece?
What of my masterpiece, should that be the case?

You have everything!

You are handsome, you have
commissions coming out of your arse!

You have everything.
I have nothing, except Lizzie's affection.

And you dare talk as though
you're the injured party in this?!

She is not dead.

Don't you see?

Even if she survives,
she is dead to us.

Do you really think her father
will allow her to model for us again?

Do you think it could
be over for Johnny?

Try and keep the smile
out of your voice, Mad.

It ruins your show
of fake concern.

Well, it's just that if we are
going to be taken on by Ruskin,

then it's up to you or me
to impress him now.

I shan't ever paint again.

Not until I know she's alive.

You are very sweet on
Miss Siddal, Fred? Am I right in that?

Sweet doesn't do
justice to how I feel.

Well, perhaps now would be
a good time to visit her.

But her father warned us against
visiting her on pain of death.

What greater demonstration
of your feelings for Miss Siddal

than for you to risk death
to see her?

And what greater romantic
gesture could there be?

That isn't an altogether
foolish suggestion.

It isn't, is it?

And...if you do gain
access to Miss Siddal...

perhaps you could ask her
when she might return to work,

for Ophelia?

FRED: At least Johnny
acknowledged my feelings in all this.

And besides, he was
probably right.

How could I have better
demonstrated my feelings towards Miss Siddal?

What greater romantic
gesture could I make?

I wasn't so much sneaking
behind Rossetti's back, but rather,

as he himself would put it,
nobly assisting another brother in need.

Mr Siddal.

I thought I would just
enquire into Lizzie's health.

-She's alive.
-Oh, thank God.

When John was about
to marry you,

he confided in me that he felt
as fearful as Sinbad the Sailor

when his ship was drawing nearer
to a loadstone mountain, Effie.

-Do you follow?
-We were both nervous. As any couple is...

"I hope she will not pull my
bolts out, Mother" he said.

"Love does
such a thing sometime."

-His bolts?
-His bolts.

Do I make myself clear?

Not, not entirely.

You always knew my son to
be a special kind of man.

Unique in many ways.

Does it strike you as odd that
I'm having this conversation with you and not my husband?

A marriage is not a negotiation
between equals, Effie.

A good wife must sacrifice
everything to duty.

She's alive?

Oh, thank God!

Why didn't you stay
and beg to see her?

Because I was bleeding profusely
and it would have been the height of bad manners.

I hear that Mr Millais has taken
to drowning his models now.

He'd be better off drowning
the head of the Academy.

I blame the company he keeps.

Do you mean John Ruskin?

No, of course not.

Well, I shall tell John tonight
when I dine with him that you were disparaging him.

You dine with the Ruskins?
I doubt that.

He likes to dine with all his
proteges to check on our progress.

-What?
-Haven't you heard?

Ruskin is now our patron.

GABRIEL: The Brotherhood are
all commissioned by him.

I can assure you the Academy
will take a very dim view of this.

That isn't true, Gabriel.

I know. But it's worth it just
to see the look on his face.

Here. Best laudanum
money can buy.

Should take the edge
off the pain.

So will you try and see Lizzie?

I think the best thing we
can do for Lizzie right now is to leave her alone.

Gabriel! We're so glad
you've come!

We're all simply dying
to see you.

-GABRIEL: You were?
-Our daughter's saviour!

GABRIEL: Well, I wouldn't go
as far as that.

No false modesty, Gabriel.
I will not hear of it.

This is a little study of Lizzie
I've been working on.

Oh, Mr. Rossetti.

You've captured her completely.

Her upright posture.

Have you seen, Mr S?

-And her stern,
intense frown. -Gabriel!

It's a very brave man
indeed who takes on Lizzie.

But then we know you are a very
brave man indeed, don't we, Gabriel?

I don't know about that.
I just did what any man would have done in the circumstances.

"Plunged into the icy waters,
risking at the very least, a terrifying death."

Who did you say wrote
that report again?

It doesn't say.

Were the waters
very icy, Gabriel?

I can say with great
certainty that they were.

-Indeed.
-And whereabouts in the river was Lizzie lying exactly?

CHARLOTTE: The newspaper seems
ever so vague.

No more questions, Charlotte.

Anyone can see that Gabriel
isn't the kind of man who likes to dwell on his own heroism.

Thank you, Mrs Siddal.

I can see that Lizzie gets
her perception as well as her beauty from you.

Mr Rossetti, you'll be
making an old lady blush.

Careful. I wouldn't want to
incur the wrath of Mr Siddal.

If I can have a word
with you, Mr Rossetti.

Of course.

-You're a very charming man.
-Thank you, sir.

I don't trust charm in a man.

No, it speaks of weak character
and restless genitals.

I can assure you, sir,
that I have neither.

You think you've made good,
do you? On what happened to Lizzie?

I can only apologise
with the most heartfelt...

An apology means nothing in
this modern world unless it is backed by cash, Mr Rossetti.

And Lizzie doesn't pose again

unless we receive some
recompense from the neglectees, ie Mr John Millais.

Anybody can see that
Lizzie is a lady by birth.

That's not a body
suited to punishment.

It's more decorative, like an
expensive vase or bonnet.

Well, when you explain it
like that.

Thirty pounds.

-Thirty pounds?!
-Thirty pounds or she never poses again, for anybody.

Her modelling career is over.

Fifty pounds? 50 pounds?!

It's abundant tin,
there's no doubting it.

-Where am I going to
find 50 pounds? -I don't know.

What would Annie Miller do in
the circumstances, I wonder?

You're not suggesting
I prostitute myself?

She's not a prostitute!

Unless you can think of another
way of raising the money, you won't be seeing Ophelia.

Of course.

-Of course.
-Four gins, please.

BARTENDER: Four gins. Yes, sir.

Thank you, Fred.

For what?

There's only one person who
could have written that account.

I may have submitted
a small piece to the Talk and Tablecolumn

of the Illustrated London News.

You even had me rescuing
her from the Thames.

I think you will find I wrote
that she was lying in the icy waters of the Thames.

Which indeed she was, even
if I omitted to mention

that the said icy waters had
been decanted into a bath.

But why would you do
such a thing,

knowing it would make ME look
better in her father's eyes?

I didn't think of that.

But I felt you deserved some
praise because you did, after all, save Lizzie's life.

I suppose that's true. I didn't
know you could write that well.

Have you read
none of my other work?

I make it a point to never
read about myself, Fred.

I don't care what
the world thinks of Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

Right, well, I see. I feared it
might be because I am not taken seriously by the Brotherhood.

No, no! You are the most
vital Brother of all.

You are the Brother that
stops the rest of us from tearing each other apart.

I, for one, would never
take your love or loyalty for granted, Fred.

BARTENDER: Here we are.
Four gins, sir.

FRED: Look at me, grateful
for every scrap of attention I get from the man.

A man who yet again gains
the benefits of my own efforts to better myself.

Not content with his own
abundant good luck, he seems to have taken my share as well

I feel dashed ashamed
to be asking, but...

I didn't know
where else to turn.

John. It's my pleasure
to help you.

I don't know how I will ever
get the money to repay you.

Once you have displayed
Opheliaat the Academy show I am sure you'll find a buyer.

There is no guarantee
it will be accepted.

I think you'll find
that it will be.

Thirty pounds, as promised.

I have to say, you've
surprised me, Mr Rossetti.

I'm a man of my word, Mr Siddal.

And a man of honour too, as
I hope one day you'll realise.

Well, I took your dirty and
unsavoury appearance as a sign of Mediterranean moral weakness

but I realise now it was
merely a sign of your artistic temperament.

I knew that all along, Gabriel.

Here. Ha-ha.

Thank you, sir.

Goodbye.

Thank you, Gabriel.

-What for?
-For saving my life...

for saving my vocation
as a model...

..and for the poems,
which I loved.

I only did what any man
would do for a sweetheart.

We are sweethearts, are we not?

Sweethearts...lovers...

-..husband and wife.
-Now, come.

You've made it very clear
that you do not believe you will ever marry.

If ever a woman could change my
mind, it is you, Lizzie Siddal!

MR SIDDAL: Lizzie! Lizzie!

-So he didn't actually propose
marriage then? -He never would.

LIZZIE: That isn't the kind
of man he is.

No. I realise. I'm very
concerned about the kind of man he is.

His world is not
the same as ours.

It would not be as simple or
unimaginative as a proposal.

So you are secretly engaged.

So secretly engaged, in fact,
that only one of you knows for sure that you are engaged!

What if marriage
wasn't yet possible

but a young lady's feelings
for a gentleman were greater than the prospect of any shame?

I'd say the young lady was
heading for potential disgrace.

If the young lady
truly loves him

then perhaps the potential
disgrace would be a small price to pay.

You must not take that step!

I know that you love him but
that is not enough. It's simply not enough!

You don't understand their
world! They don't live by the rules of society.

No man would if he thought
he could get away with such a thing!

Here...

..take a guinea for yourself.

What did you do, kill someone?

I need a model.

And I need one rather quickly
in order to impress Mr Ruskin.

And you are absolutely
my first choice.

I thought this was
gonna be glamorous.

What are you doing here?

Before you came into my life,
it was set on a course so dull,

so conventional, so unrewarding

that it would have been better
if I had not lived at all.

I'm sure that is not
entirely true.

You've opened up a world for me.

A world of new and
exciting possibilities.

Well, I'm glad of that.

I see it as my life's work
to open up a world of exciting possibilities.

And you've helped me
to realise...

that a life in which
you deny your desires...

is no kind of life at all.

I'm not sure I know
what you mean.

When I was ill...

I lay in my bed...

and I made myself a promise.

If I lived...

I would henceforth
act on my desires.

There'll be no turning back.

Good. Good.

You've pledged yourself to me.

We're as good as engaged.

How could there possibly
be any shame in it?

FRED: With the unveiling
of Millais'Ophelia,

the Brotherhood are
on the verge of a new era.

You do realise that your life
is going to change forever, don't you?

It already has, my love.

It already has.

[PEOPLE APPLAUDING]

Miss Siddal? You nearly died
modelling for this painting.

Was it a sacrifice worth making?

My passion is art. When the
artist is as great as John Everett Millais,

it doesn't become
a model to interrupt.

Even when she is freezing
to death?

By the time I was freezing to
death, I was too cold to talk anyway.

So what appears to be dedication
may just have been biology.

No going back now.

What?

What did you say?

No going back now.

Millais has moved on,
wouldn't you agree?

Didn't I tell you, the first
time I saw you in the hat shop?

-Didn't I tell you that you
would be a famous model? -You did.

And there will always be
a place in my heart for you because of it.

Nothing is more important
to me than your well-being.

-Do you understand
what I'm saying? -Of course I do.

Miss Siddal, we hear
you're sitting for a work by Mr Rossetti next.

Would you like to tell us
about that?

I'm sorry, but Miss Siddal
will only be speaking to me this evening.

No other interviews, please.

What the hell is this?

Awakening Conscience.

-Surely I told you?
-You know you did not! This is my idea.

I told him that, and he
said it's quite different.

I didn't know you had
the monopoly on fallen women, Gabriel.

I told you of my intention
to paint a fallen woman.

And you noted Ruskin's
interest in it!

This theme is my life.
I am living this!

It must hurt that all your
underhand efforts aren't going to pay off.

Why?

Has Ruskin said something?

Does he need to?

Johnny will tell him our terms,
won't he,

that Ruskin will be all of our
patrons or none of us at all?

Congratulations, John.
You've changed everything with this painting.

You've enhanced the reputation
of yourself and of the Brotherhood.

Thank you, sir.

What do you think, Mrs Ruskin?

I think it captures a very
real and familiar emotion.

Quite.

I think that anyone can be
driven demented when their lover inexplicably turns against them.

Thankfully, in these times
we all have more options than Ophelia.

What do you think
of my wife, John?

I...

..don't know.

Do you think she
would make a good model?

Oh, I see!

You are teasing me again.

Do you find her beautiful, John?

There you go again!
Tease, tease, tease.

Do you not take the suggestions
of your patron seriously?

My patron?

If you wish it.

Of course I wish it!

Of course I do!

Who should he paint first,
Gabriel? Myself or my wife here?

I don't know, sir.

Johnny is, as ever,
spoilt for choice.

Even if you feel a kind of
gnawing pain at not standing side by side with them now,

your time will come, Gabriel.

I know that, Mr Ruskin.

Is it true?

It's true. Well, did he tell him
of our terms?

Hand on heart, maniac,

would you issue Ruskin with
an ultimatum if he'd just become your patron?

I suppose not.

That boy.

I'll wager his prick
tastes of chocolate.

[PEOPLE CLAPPING]

WILLIAM: Thank you. Thank you.

Now, The man is a fool
and a pompous fool at that,

but it is the woman who I would
like you to concentrate on.

Now, she is a woman
who is trapped.

Just as trapped as the
poor injured bird at her feet.

She is a broken whore who has
no other use than to be abused.

A discarded rag. And in this
moment, she's looking out to her past.

And she knows she can never
regain that innocence.

But she only knows this on
an instinctual level, clearly,

because she has neither
the intelligence,

the education or the vocabulary
to express such regret.

So there we have it.

A sad, helpless,
humiliated victim.

[PEOPLE EXCLAIM]

Annie! Annie! I was describing
the woman in the painting.

I wasn't describing you.

Why not? How is she different?

Am I cleverer than her? Am I
more of a whore or am I less of a whore?

I was describing the
relationship the woman has subjected herself to.

You were thinking your
own filthy thoughts,

then making sure the woman
got her share by telling the world what a slut she was!

I do feel ashamed
about my using you!

And that is why
I want to help you.

I know what I am.
I don't need your help.

I want to buy you manners...
and education.

Why? Because you're ashamed
of me?

WILLIAM: No.

Because whether we like it or
not, such attainments will help you to thrive in polite society.

And if you want to
continue modelling,

you will need these skills
if modelling isn't to lead you back to your old trade.

And why would you do that?

Cos I care for you.

And I'm training you up...

so that we might one
day step out together.

-You mean that?
-Of course I mean it.

Nobody admires the
noble poor more than me.

We'll see, Hunty.

GABRIEL: You didn't mention us,
did you?

To Ruskin.

JOHN: I tried.

I tried! But the words
just wouldn't come out.

Relax, Johnny.

Had I been in your shoes,
I would have done exactly the same.

Oh.

You have saved my...everything.

-Without Lizzie there would
have been no painting. -Well, that's true.

-However can I repay you?
-Simple.

Whatever you need.

You've to promise me
that you will never,

ever, take Lizzie
away from me again.

Welcome back
into the fold, Johnny.

I'm not sure I see it like that.

The Academy will.
Myself and Mr Ruskin will make sure of that.

Mr Stone.

Mr Ruskin.

I am proud to be a
member of the Brotherhood.

Without them, there
would be no Ophelia.

Opheliais just the beginning.

Myself and Mr Hunt
and Mr Rossetti here are about to change the world.

Well, well.

The boy's balls have
finally dropped, huh?

Perhaps not, Gabriel,
perhaps not.

FRED: With great courage
and considerable gusto,

Millais has not only secured
a patron for the Brotherhood,

but a new model in Mrs Ruskin.

Though struggling with his
model and his principals,

Hunt has found a small
consolation in the trappings of notoriety.

Whilst Rossetti seems to be
ever closer to the woman I love.

I have to know that Lizzie has
given her heart to Gabriel.

I have to be certain.

Isn't it always better
that a man knows the truth about the woman he loves?

I can tell you now...

it most avowedly is not.

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