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Gideon Fletcher.

I'm in need
of a new dissection partner.

- I'll be there.
- Good.

I've had an offer.

I'm going to do it
if he agrees to teach me.

A model is no better
than a prostitute.

You set foot outside that door,

you're never coming back.

The Imprisonment
of Guigemar's Queen.

I think both
pieces will do well

in the zoological section.

The best day. The best.

We are... friends.

She's all yours, Mr. Frost.

To Iris Whittle.

Don't laugh at me.

Silent, starey Silas.

Where did your last model go?

Oh, my God, Bluebell, I'm so--

Fucking pricks,
every last one of them.

This is where she was alive.

When you want
to remember her, come here.

Don't bother with that bit of
stone they put her name on.

She'd want us raging,
not mourning.

Here is where
we'll remember her.

Not in a gruesome alleyway at
the hands of some pathetic man.

How dare he steal
a whole life away?

Bluebell.

I'll find the bastard
that did those things to her

if it's the last thing I do.

It won't be.

Good day, Reed.

Good day.

I don't suppose
you have a little dog

that is looking
for a new owner.

I'm in need
of something sort of...

I don't.

Oh, might you be able to rustle

something up
within the month?

It's not a small job.

I hope you haven't
been stewing, Reed.

We were all drinking.

Spirits were high.

I only meant to speak up
for Miss Whittle's honour.

I'm sure.

And besides, everything else
that happened

that night puts our little
disagreement into perspective.

Don't you agree?

Surely you heard?

I haven't been back
to the Dolphin since.

But you must have
read about it in the papers.

Bluebell...

she was murdered
that night two weeks ago.

Found by Lamplighters in an
alley off of Charlotte Street.

I didn't know.

Oh. Now you do.

Perhaps you can light a candle

for her next time
you're at church.

Mm. Sure.

I'll have the dog ready for you
by the end of the month.

Thank you, Reed.
Truly.

How many you got?

Two.

How many more to go?

He says he needs 150?

What?

He doesn't know
I can't count past ten.

Oh, it seems a shame

they've gotta die.

Yeah.

I should head home.
Get back to work.

Alright.

I'm going to become a lawyer.

This isn't a profession,
this is torture.

This...

it's Guigemar!

He's a man
kneeling at a woman's feet.

- It's just so--
- Derivative?

Air. We need air. Come on.

It's actually your
fault, you know?

That rubbish you were sprouting
about idealized love.

Well, yes,
because it's insincere.

Insincere? Thank you.

Why don't you
paint something true?

Like what?

You could paint all of her hope

and her suffering
and her desire.

No, no. It's all wrong.
It's all wrong.

Frame her differently.

You don't need Guigemar.

Well, of course I do.

How else would we know
she's been rescued?

Tell a different story.

And she's been captured
by her jealous husband.

Moments before
she breaks free.

Mm?

Have her hand reaching
for the bird,

a door open,
reflected in the mirror.

She hasn't seen that
yet, no doubt.

You're a genius.
You're a genius!

That's a shilling, sir.

Thank you.

It's not quite an iris,
but it'll do.

Miss Iris!

- Albie!
- Hello.

Hello. Hi.

You have to meet Mr. Frost.

What a smile.

I'm saving for a set
of sea cow ivories.

Why would you bother?

And who's this?

Just started
following me around.

He'll scarper when he finds
someone with food.

Won't you?
Good boy. Good boy.

So how's Rose?

Always saying I smell.

Next time you're in the shop

will you tell her
that I miss her?

I don't think she'd hear it.

Don't you think he would
make the perfect shepherd boy?

Yes.

How much you paying?

I love London
this time of year.

It's very beautiful.

I've been studying it
from my window.

It's a real sense
of possibility.

There was a man.

Where?

It could be a mad man
with a knife come to accost us.

- Don't.
- Oh, Iris, I was joking.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm not one of those
damsels in distress you like to
paint.

Iris, where are you
going?

I'm going to explore.

It's getting dark.

What about all the mad men?

I can only see one.

Would you paint this?

First one to the heart
wins!

Iris?

Louis? Louis?

Louis?

Ah, stop.
No, Louis. No.

Iris.

Please stop following me.

You're ridiculous.
I'll walk you home.

- I'd rather you didn't.
- You'd rather I didn't?

Well, do you honestly think
I'm gonna force my way

into your lodgings because
of one silly nighttime romp?

I heard the music.

Um, I'm not usually
a devote man.

Thank heavens.

You could have told me
about him.

I-I met your sister.

You went to the doll shop?

I was looking for you.

What did she say?

It's alright.

I know what she would've said.

Don't need
to feel ashamed, Iris.

Not in front of me.

No matter what choices you've
made,

I-I know
you've got a good heart.

Louis Frost, I know he's
colourful.

They all are, those men.

But you should know
there have been so many girls.

I don't mean to offend you,
but...

you are one in a very long
line.

I tried to warn you.

I know.

Is it because he's a gentleman?

Money?

Of course not.

No, I--of course I shouldn't.

I needed--I needed an
escape.

I'm sure
you can understand that.

Like I did.

Exactly. And like your friend.

Flick, her name was Flick.

Did you ever find out
what happened to her?

I like to imagine
that she escaped somewhere too.

I-I picture her happy.

Stuffing herself
with blackberries,

like the ones we used to forage
together in the woods.

But then I think
of how her father was

prone to outbursts
and extreme cruelty.

And I fear that her father
went too far one day.

I'm so sorry.

It's good to remember
people.

It's good to remember her.

I doubt many do.

I went to the doll shop
looking for you

because I wanted to tell you
that I've been accepted

into the Great Exhibition.

- Two pieces.
- Oh, my goodness.

I-I knew you of all
people

would appreciate the
acknowledgement of my work.

I am so happy for you.

You truly deserve it.

I'm afraid I-I need
to close up.

The doors will open at sunrise
for private contemplation.

It will be you next.

Your opus,
your moment of recognition.

But you,
and the Great Exhibition.

I'll send you a ticket.

I would like that very
much.

I know it's not good,
but I can't do anything.

Well, do you expect
me to?

What's that? LOUIS: It's
a new sketch. No good.

Sorry. Am I intruding?

Uh, not at all.

Just a spontaneous visit.

Louis was just saying
your painting

is coming along quite nicely.

Show me?

Course.

Hm.

Well, at this rate
you'll need your own studio.

She's outpainting you,
brother.

Mm. In quantity.

- Hm. I love your
colours. - The colours.

Oh, what insight. Such
critique.

Thank you.

Which isn't to say that
I think Iris is untalented.

Quite the opposite.

I'd hate for her to think
that I have anything

but the utmost respect for her
and her work.

I should be leaving.

Enjoy the party.

- You're not coming?
- Louis,

at her last birthday, I was
retching over the sink for
three days.

I could barely keep down
a glass of water.

Have fun.

# For she's a
jolly good fellow #

# For she's a jolly good
fellow, for she's a jolly good
fellow #

# And so say all of us #

# And so say all of us #

# And so say all of us #

# For she's a jolly good
fellow, for she's a jolly good
fellow #

# For she's a jolly good fellow
#

# And so say all of us #

Well, I, for one,
will not be buying a ticket.

That they dare
to even mention the word "art"

in the context
of their tacky display.

And the whole thing
is pure commerce.

And commerce has no
place in art.

What are you talking
about?

Uh, the Great Exhibition.

Yeah.
And do you know that they--

they will allow anyone
to exhibit?

I mean anyone.

My tailor could do it
or Rossetti's mother.

But don't they have
to be approved by a committee?

Oh, by committee?

No better than the
apes who run the Academy.

- Bastards.
- Hm.

Well, it's fine for all of you.

Your work is exhibited even
when you do disdain the
institution.

Are you accusing us of
privilege?

Never, us, privileged?

Me? IRIS: I'm
suggesting that perhaps

it's--it's not quite the same
for everybody.

Well, you know that,
uh,

two of the Academy's founders
were women.

And yet where were
the female fellows

when we were students?

Yes, I'm sure you
missed them, Louis, but the
point is,

- they will let anyone in.
- Technically.

Well,
the proof sits right here.

- Oh, here.
- What?

Admitted at the
frankly offensive age of ten
years old.

Well, eleven.

There was clearly
a clerical error.

- It was a novelty case.
- Blatant

publicity stunt.
How dare you?

No, it wasn't. LIZZIE:
No, don't upset Millais.

I desperately want
to be your Ophelia.

I mean it.

You wouldn't rather
be my Beatrice?

God, no.

Oh, what, Frost?

Do you object
to Shakespeare now?

No, no, it's just this,
ah, this courtly love dogshit.

It's getting boring.

The love
that we've been painting,

it's not actually
anything like real love.

It was Iris who enlightened me
to that.

Explain.

Love, it's--it's not how
it is in your paintings.

Oh.

How is it in my
paintings?

It's beautiful.

And how is it in reality?

Messy.

Mm.

Mm.

Well, if Guigemar's
Rescue is not courtly love,

I don't know what is.

I'm not painting her
rescue.

What are you talking
about? We saw it just today.

I'm painting her escape.

- Ugh.
- Oh, wow.

Here we fucking go.

I think
the birthday girl's tired.

You'd make
an excellent mother.

A mother to iguanas
perhaps.

Mm.

I think we've swapped
sides.

Iris.

I think the composition
isn't quite right.

Stay still.

I'm sorry.

You have this--a line
here.

If I'm going
to paint the human form,

I need to study it.

Will you teach me?

What are these scars?
Where are they from?

A pox.

They're not pox scars.

Mm.

From scratching.

Well, you got off
lightly.

It was, um, chicken pox.

I didn't know
it was like this.

And how is it?

Does it hurt?

Yes and no.

Have you ever tried
to paint this?

I think they have
another word for that.

Can I help?

What the hell is all
this?

I'm told that this is your
shop.

Is that a fucking heart?

From a...

from a pig.

You're not a surgeon.

I just...

need the money for my training.

I'm--I'm training
to be a surgeon like you.

It's not usual, I know.

So I don't exactly advertise
it.

It's embarrassing to have to
penny-- GIDEON: You're
embarrassed?

How do you think I look,
hanging around with some--

I didn't deceive anyone.

People don't want a
surgeon

who used to pickle organs
for a penny.

This is perverse.

Well, father didn't pay
for my education.

I appreciate our friendship.

I hope we can remain friends.

Alright.

Alright.

Do you do the voices as well?

Fuck you. You know I'm
right.

Did you honestly think I
wouldn't notice that Guigemar's
Rescue

is almost an exact imitation

of my Valentine Rescuing Sylvia
from Proteus?

- She's not being rescued.
- Oh, bullshit.

Oh, Hunt, be sensible.

You might as well be accusing
me at this rate.

Yeah, well, he'd never
accuse you, would he, Wonder
Boy?

Look, Louis,
you are the only one

who suffers from a despicable
and chronic lack of
originality.

Right, well,
my Mariana's the same.

She--she's wistfully
awaiting her love in a chamber.

I don't look wistful, do
I?

I was trying for a sort
of depressed defiance.

I've never seen a look like it.

Mr. Frost,
some letters for you.

Ah, thank you very much.

Your work, it has a,
uh, dignified simplicity.

And I say "simplicity"
in the best possible way.

How long have you been working
with Louis for now, a month?

- Five weeks.
- Five weeks.

Your progress, it's
astonishing.

Iris, this one's for
you.

Colville Place. 1:00.

Mr. Silas. Mr. Silas.

Mr. Millais has
commissioned a Spaniel.

Do you want me
to find the dog for you?

I have the dog.

Want me to call him out
for you?

No need.

When do I get paid?

You'll pay now, lovey,

'cause I'm not having you leg
it when it's all over.

I'm no fool, sir.

If you don't hand me my money,
I'm not handing you my cunny.

Well.

Are you--here.

Mr. Frost, sir.

There's a man
outside your house.

Do the buttons up
yourself.

I think he's been
watching Miss Iris.

Well, there's--there's
no one outside.

Why do you think that?

I was there when they
met and he was asking me about
her.

Asking what?

Just all sorts of
questions.

How do you know this
man?

Do work for him,
but he's sort of scary.

You're scared of him?

I'm not scared of
anyone.

No.

He's got a shop.

I find dead things for him
to stuff and sell in it.

He's called Silas. MILLAIS:
Yes, we know Silas, Albie.

I bet his business took
a turn

since our altercation
at the Dolphin.

He said he was making a
dog for you.

For him.

Did he now?

After what he said to me?

Louis, it--it's my
work.

I don't think it's true,
though.

- Traitor.
- It is true, Albie.

I mean about that being
why he was outside.

He was probably just
too embarrassed to come in.

As he should be.

I think he likes her,
Miss Iris.

Oh, Louis, don't be
angry at me.

It better be a bloody
lovely dog.

That's all I have to say.

You'll never finish
if you keep staring at me.

You're my model.

It's my job to stare at you.

Your job to be stared at.

Well, I'll be finished
first at this rate.

Maybe I should submit instead.

Come on, Alb.

It's time to go.

Albie. Albie.

I wish I could keep you safe.

You do.

You do.

Come on, Alb.

Megalosaurus.

Megalosaurus.

Who is in these sketches?

I know what you've
done.

What are you talking
about?

I'll see you hanged
for what you did to her.

I don't know
what you're talk--

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Madame, you're upset.

You need water
and you need your bed.

What I need is
to feel your flesh

split under my own knife.

You don't deserve to have her
last moments to yourself.

Madame, I'm sorry you're
in pain.

You need to leave. You're
drunk.

I see you, little man.

Silent, starey Silas.

And I'm gonna make sure that
everyone else can see you too.

I'm sorry about
your friend Bluebell.

I think Mr. Silas has been
watching my friend too.

Watching?

People don't notice me

'cause they don't think
I'm important.

But I see all sorts of stuff.

Maybe we can help each other.

May I move now?

It's not perfect.

I don't think
I got your eyes right.

The shape is fine,
but the size...

I don't know.

I'd like to try again in--
in oils.

Do you hate it?

I don't think anyone
has ever looked at me so
closely.

Can I keep it?

Have you decided
if you'll submit,

I mean, to the Royal Academy?

Louis doesn't think I'm
ready.

Does it matter if he
thinks that?

It does if I don't
succeed.

You can't try again
next year?

Iris, surely one of the
benefits of being a woman

is that we don't have to suffer
from this awful pride of
theirs.

You try, maybe you fail,
maybe you succeed.

What is there to lose?

But I don't think you'll fail.