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‐Me and my men are to see
that this establishment

does not continue
trading as a bawdy house.

‐They left at first light.

‐We found this in Kitty's hair.

If you find that garment,
you'll find her killer.

‐Miss Wells, may I tempt
you out for a drive?

‐Lord Fallon's made me
another offer.

He's sending for me tonight.

‐If you doubt
your man's affections,

it's not because of me.

‐Tell your mother
to send my things.

I'm stopping here.

‐I'm trying to act
against Quigley

yet I find myself
doing her bidding.

‐I want to destroy
Lydia Quigley.

‐So do I.

‐Then we'll be allies
on one condition:

that you have nothing
to do with my brother.

‐The only charge that
remains against Mrs. Quigley

is running a brothel.

Now, will you pay
her penalty or not?

‐If you do this,
you cease to be mine.

‐Never knew when to
keep quiet, did you?

‐That old crone
went down like a drunk.

‐Yeah, she'll be
an Irish beauty this morning.

Two black eyes.

‐You little gubshite!

‐Enough!

Remember you're on trial.

One more trip,
you're back at Cheapside.

‐What's that?

‐Is it angry culls?

‐Shit.

That hellion Quigley!

Did you see anything?

Aye?

‐No, Missus, nothing.
‐Nothing.

Fanny, I need you to go
and fetch Nancy.

Jacob, you're coming with me.

You two stay here.

‐Clean this up.
‐Yes.

‐Mind you don't cut yourselves.

Or each other!

‐You are manna from heaven.

‐Perhaps forbidden fruit
tastes sweeter.

‐My sister told you
not to associate with me.

‐And yet...you were
determined to bed me.

One might assume
the two are connected.

‐A bientôt, Miss Wells.

‐You'll be returning.

‐To you, yes.

To this chintz‐pit, never.

‐You didn't come to me
last night.

‐Anticipation is half the joy.

‐You're teasing me,
Lord Fallon.

‐This is Miss Wells

and she will be your mistress.

You will treat her
as if she were my wife.

‐What about her?

‐No, no, not Sally Perkins.

She's a beauty,
but she's got the flap dragon.

What about her?

‐She has three meals a day
and they're all gin.

‐Oh, well, then the dark one.

Cor, she's a diamond.

‐I thought we needed variation.

‐Do you know how many blonde
blowses there are in Soho?

I just ride the pole
better than any of them.

Don't let a little
competition scare you.

‐Bare‐knuckle fighters earn
a king's ransom,

you know that.

‐Where would you hold it,
if I fought?

‐Right here.

Chalk circle
for a sparring ring.

Land blows like you land buttock
and you might just win.

‐How much for a brush
with Miss Lennox?

‐I'm not her pimp.

‐Well, come on then.

‐Come on!

‐I need you to mind him.

There's been an attack
on the house.

‐You've baited Quigley again.

‐She was at the Pleasure Gardens
with Mrs. May.

Called me Little Maggie.

That's why I hit her.

‐Well, she probably
had it coming.

‐You stay close
to your pa today.

‐What about you?

‐I heard you battered
the old moth.

Bet she was fluttering all night

thinking about ways to chaw you.

‐This is just the start.

‐Mrs. Quigley, your face.

‐Oh.

The Marquess left satisfied,
I trust.

‐He enjoyed me...

but not our surroundings.

It's like rutting
in a doll's house.

‐I cannot stand
another day here.

That Justice has my business
in a chokehold.

‐The whole of London's corrupt
and he thinks he's different.

‐Perhaps we should
test his virtue.

‐The court has been known
to take funding

from a variety of sources

and endow it to worthy causes.

Hospitals, almshouses.

‐To what are you alluding?

‐Well, we would like
to support your endeavors.

‐Bribery is an illegal practice,
Mrs. Quigley.

‐You cannot keep me
from my own home!

‐I am not, I am simply
forbidding you

from operating within it.

Good day.

‐That man is an impediment.

We must make it our duty
to remove him.

‐The Marquess could eat him
alive if he wanted to.

‐Then we must make him want to.

Hunt cannot bar us
from Golden Square

as long as we stay chaste
within it.

Go back and gather the girls.

We'll send word to Abbadon
to prepare the house.

I have business
with this harridan.

I'd almost forgotten about you.

‐Leave me alone, Quigley.

You make my blood run cold.

‐I think probably
that's the rags you're wearing.

Where are you living,
under a wagon?

‐Mrs. Wells has shown us
kindness and charity,

virtues you know nothing of.

‐You're staying
at Greek Street?

Mrs. Wells will have you
praying with your knees upward

in no time.

‐I work for God alone.

‐You work for me
when I tell you to!

‐Charlotte?

It was her, wasn't it?

The windows.

Now you be careful

because your head
is in the lion's mouth.

‐Why?

If the blood
running through it is Quigley's.

‐You're as reckless as I am.

That's why you'll always
be a Wells woman.

She coming for me again?

‐She lets nothing slip.

‐Do you have her trust?

‐I'm close.

‐You get inside her mind,
like a madness.

I want to know every
sick notion she spits up.

You're our Trojan horse,
Charlotte,

and you're inside Troy's gates.

‐I don't have an army.
‐Not yet,

but I'll gather one.

Now you find a spark
and I'll light it

and we'll burn her
to the ground.

‐There are people like you
at the palace, you know?

The entertainment for royalty.

‐You're the only king I know of.

King of Old Compton Street.

‐This house is just
the beginning, you know.

You should see the finery
of my mother's.

My inheritance, of course.

‐Look what we found!

A new blackbird
for our menagerie.

‐Long way from the docks.

I might finally wash the
sailor's brine out me gullet.

‐Oh, isn't she comely?

‐She's sublime.

‐This is the sort of girl
we should be recruiting,

not that half‐pint.

‐Why does a white wagtail
want black whores?

‐Men come here
for something different

and pay a fine penny for it.

‐That's right.
This is a house of exotics.

‐Tighten your stays
and paint your faces, ladies.

You're going a‐hunting
for cuffins.

‐Yes!

‐Morning.

‐What have you been up to?

‐Oh...

I have been...

in the guts of a goddess.

The celestial Miss Wells.

What?

Well, you seemed
so captivated by her,

I wanted to see what
all the fuss was about.

‐And did you?
‐Mm.

I've never known a harlot
who seems to enjoy the act

as much as the money.

‐It's her job, perhaps
she's just good at it.

‐Hm.

Why does it disturb you so?

Hm?

Hey.

Where are you going?

Isabella?

‐You seem to think I have
some unnatural lust

for Miss Wells.

Perhaps I should find out
if you're right.

‐Your broken windows
aren't my business.

‐Once you're on her list,
you're never off.

‐Even if I end up dead,
you're next.

‐Why should I do anything
for you?

You nearly sent me
to the sky yourself.

‐I never should have
endangered you.

You were my best girl once.

I'm sorry.

‐

Well, I'll be dicked.

An apology from Margaret Wells.

‐Go to the Justice.

Say what you know.

‐Hello, my dear.
‐What is this gaudy mob?

‐My darling boy.

I see you've brought
the whole zoo.

‐Not a zoo, mother,
but an aviary

of rare and exotic delights.

Cherry here can flirt the
fortune out of a miser's hand.

‐And how are you selling
this foreign fowl?

‐Emily Lacey warned us
about you.

She said you were
a mildewed bloodsucker.

‐You won't make a penny
in her house.

‐It's my house.

‐Then put your scold
in her bridle.

If she smears
or maligns me again,

even to these jades,
I will make good my threat.

Am I clear?

‐Come on, my doves.

‐I could do things for you,
maypole.

Come and see me.

‐Over here!

‐You must bite back.

Send your men folk to tamper
with the wheels of her coach.

‐Mrs. Scanwell,
how un‐Christian.

Business is our best defense.

There is no protection
like a house full of rich men.

When I get them in,
don't you scare them away.

‐Why are you so shaken, Mother?

‐We must find a shield
of our own

against Quigley's evil.

‐That's it,
tattle to your master.

Lady Isabella.

‐I came for a moment
with Miss Wells.

‐Ah.

Miss Wells' time
comes at a price.

‐You promised.

‐He paid me 100 guineas.

‐Oh, I should have known.

A harlot can always be bought.

‐My body, yes,
but not my mind.

‐He takes everything
that is mine

and makes it his.

I live in a chamber of mirrors

and his is
the only reflection I see.

‐Then you must shatter it.

‐I can't.
‐You can.

You locate a weakness...

and you press.

‐Did you learn that
from Mrs. Quigley?

‐She's the only one
I wish to break.

‐How can I help?

‐She wants me to get close
with your brother again.

‐I understand.

‐Is there anything else
you want?

You've already paid.

‐I...

My brother's card party,
tomorrow.

Two o'clock.

Bring the bitch.

‐There have been mutterings
about you, Fallon.

That our vessel is leaking.

That you are the fissure.

‐I have righted any wrongs
I may have caused.

‐A Spartan does not blunder.

‐The High Priestess was
endangered by a baying bawd,

but I have silenced her.

‐How?
‐I have a hostage.

Her own daughter.

She is exquisite.

And totally in my thrall.

Miss Lucy Wells.

Lucy, this is
the Marquess of Blayne.

‐Pleasure, my lord.

‐Madam.

‐Enjoy your evening.

‐Where are you going?

‐Out.

‐Well, Fallon,
it seems we're going out.

‐I've secured us an invitation

to the Marquess'
gathering tomorrow.

‐Clever cat.

‐What was your son's girl
doing here?

‐That's not for you to know.

‐There's only two things
you could have wanted with her.

First, to join your house.

But she'd be a black swan
in a white flock

and I can't see
that pleasing you.

Second...

you want eyes
in Charles' house.

‐Well, ponder this...

she rejected my proposition.

‐The gleam of Golden Square
may have scared her off.

I'll take her some coins
and tell her she's safe with us.

‐I've never seen
so much powder in my life.

‐Well, the bigger the wig,
the smaller the pintle.

‐Big or small, you stroke
until they're gushing gold.

‐Let's go elsewhere.

‐Did you hear, Fallon?

Your keeper has spoken.

‐We're staying.

You will be the light
that luminates this room.

‐Ma, what are you doing here?

You never come here.

‐Showing off my new girls.

There was an attack
on the house this morning.

We have to pay for new windows.

‐An attack?

Is anyone hurt?

‐All are safe
and we won't be daunted.

You look like a queen.

‐And I am nothing
but her loyal subject.

‐Lord Fallon.

‐Fallon has a minx
in his house...

who gives him orders
like a major.

Go over and take a slice of her.

I want to see
how the boy reacts.

‐My lord, Fallon will not...

‐Fallon, I have friends
for you to meet.

‐Are you Fallon's new pony?

Pray tell, the rest of us
going to be allowed a ride?

‐Sorry, my lord,

but you couldn't afford
a share in me.

‐I see I'm filling
your eyes, my lord.

How about we fill those hands?

‐You're not to my fancy.

‐Come now, my lord.

You haven't even had a taste.

‐Come here, filly.

I want to see what tricks
you can do.

Do you need a lock
to your hide?

‐Damn you, Lidington,
keep your hands off her

or I'll brand them myself.

‐Mrs. Wells.

That man, his buttons
are the same.

‐We need to see the Justice.

‐He's asleep.

‐Well, wake him.
‐What's so pressing?

‐What madness is this?

It's the middle of the night.

‐Lord Lidington.

That is his name.

The man who murdered my girl.

He left his button in her hair.

The button I gave you.

You've done nothing about it.

Lord Lidington.

‐Are you all right?

‐He doesn't scare me.

‐What does scare you?

Not tonight.

‐Why?

‐I want you to ache for me.

‐What does the devil want now?

‐I'm not here for Mrs. Quigley.

‐Oh, you still have
thoughts of your own?

‐I'm not who you think I am.

‐Pretty little fuck‐puppet.
‐Emily.

I'm working against her.

‐She finds that out...

she'll pull out your beef
and spread it across Soho.

‐That is why I need your help.

‐Help you?

You want to gamble your life
on bad odds,

go ahead.

But I got a house of me own

and girls to fill it.

Why would I risk all that?

‐Because she plots
to tear it apart.

‐What do you mean?

‐Ask your girl.

The tall one.

‐Nell, get in here.

‐If I'm right,
Quigley sent for her

and offered her money
to spy on you.

‐Is it true?

‐She wanted me to seduce her son

and drip poison in his ear,

but I denied her.

‐Why?

‐Quigley can keep her money.

That old ghoul
gives me the chills.

‐She'll never leave you alone.

Not until you're mad or dead.

‐So she gave you this house
to tie your tongue?

‐I'm the only soul
still breathing

who knows her truth.

My knowledge pains her
like a maggot in a wound.

She wants to cut me out.

‐You let me and my children
move into a house

built on sand.

‐No.

No.

I'm going to end it.

I'm going to make
this house mine.

‐How?

‐I'm going to send Dame Death
to the gallows.

‐You're a nasty, dirty,
cunny rat!

Your cock is a hungry fiend!

‐Filthier!

‐Your balls are
the devil's arms.

‐Filthier!

‐Your mother was
a thieving troll.

‐Filthier!

‐I mean no offense,

but that was really,
really expensive.

‐Well, I am.
Because I'm exotic.

‐Not exotic to me.
‐You're not getting a discount.

‐But you didn't enjoy it.

‐That's not what I'm paid for.

‐Let me pleasure you for free,

and you can pretend
I'm whoever you want me to be.

‐You said you'd treat me
as your wife.

But I'm not your wife,
I'm your whore,

and you will treat me as such.

‐And how would you
have me do that?

‐Well, I see you're playing
the courtesan.

‐Yes.

Lucy is quite at ease here.

I assume that's
why you've come.

To make certain
of her comfort.

‐About the dispute last night.

‐It was nothing, Ma.

‐Lord Lidington.

Is that man a friend of yours,
Lord Fallon?

‐Certainly not.

He's a drunk and a fool.

I assure you, he'll never come
near your daughter again.

‐You stay away from him.

‐I'm happy, Ma.

Don't fret.

Let me show you out.

Don't remember you chasing
Charlotte around like this.

‐You're different creatures.

‐What does that mean?

‐The way you went for that man.

I fear for you.

‐Leave me alone, Ma.

‐Your guests, Isabella.

‐I thought you'd be glad
to see your whore.

‐Marquess, a pleasure.

We don't mean to rankle you.

‐We would be honored
to enter your games,

if you will allow us.

‐We're playing Bestia.

Pertinent, given
our beastly host.

‐Your proficiency at cards
precedes you, Miss Wells.

You drained my sister of
a significant sum, did you not?

‐Well, indeed.

Miss Wells' deft hand
will impress you no end.

‐Please.

‐You have an instinct
for violence.

I can see that in you.

I want to show you
how to use it.

‐Gioco.

You saw my sister last night

and I saw yours.

What a strange dance
we're all doing.

‐Gioco.

Why do you and your sister
jostle like you do?

‐Well, the dynamic
of a family is...

hard to explain.

How did you end up
at Quigley's house

when your mother has
one of her own?

‐My family's dynamic
is as inexplicable as yours.

‐Then why do you not
have a keeper?

‐My last one was killed.

Understandably,
it has put me off.

‐Of course.

‐It's your pot, Blayne.

‐Oh.

When I bleed
this rich room dry,

how about I push
the profits your way

and you come and stay with me?

I would like to have you
as mine, Miss Wells.

You have until the end
of the game to decide.

‐Gioco.

‐Gioco.

‐Four cards.

A risk‐taker.

‐In battle, it is the cowards
who run the most risk.

‐And bravery is a rampart
of the defense.

You know your Roman philosophy.

‐I always preferred it
to the Greek.

‐The Greeks invented
rational thought.

‐Hm.

But the Romans
had a greater empire.

‐I don't believe
we've been introduced.

‐Mrs. Quigley is a bawd.

She's quite famous in her field,
did you know that, my lord?

Lord Dodds
is the Lord Chief Justice.

‐It seems to me so odd
that a woman

of your beauty and breeding

is not married.

Do you not long for children?

Ah, look, I win the trick.

‐Would you take a turn
around the room with me,

Mrs. Quigley?

‐Are you trying
to have me hanged?

‐You are playing with fire.

‐And who lit the tinder?

‐Perhaps I'm tired
of behaving.

‐Hm, and perhaps I shall
tire of keeping the secret

of your bastard child!

‐And reveal how you've been
fleecing me for years?

I wonder what penalty
Lord Chief Justice would impose

for the crime of extortion.

‐I'll see the Justice.

‐Well played, sir.

‐So, have you made
your decision?

‐About what?

‐I want to be
Miss Wells' keeper.

‐It's an attractive offer...

but I value my freedom.

‐600 a year.

‐Harcourt,
you're being vulgar.

‐Vulgar?

You invited the brothel
to the party.

Very well.

All that to have you right now.

‐Show me to your rooms.

‐I now know why you revere
our Latin forebears.

‐My lord?

‐They welcome prostitutes
without moral qualm.

‐Ah.

Lord Dodds, my home
is a sanctuary for young ladies.

‐So it's discreet.

‐We could take a tour...

should it arouse your interest.

‐Hm.

‐Miss Lacey cannot be seen here.

Her life
is precariously balanced.

‐I have issues to settle
here in court.

‐Her story concerns
Lydia Quigley.

‐I am sick of hearing
that woman's name.

‐I have also been a victim
of her crimes.

I...I urge you, Justice,

come with me.

‐She said there was
a pack of hounds coming for me.

‐Do you know who they were?

‐Just that once they took me,
I wasn't coming back.

‐Is it enough?

‐I need your assurance
that you'll stand up

in a court of law
and give evidence publicly

against Lydia Quigley.

Do I have your word?

‐You do.

‐You do.

‐Oh yes.

‐Ah.

Good evening, constables.

Let me introduce you
to Miss Anne Pettifer.

Sharp as a tack,
but sweet as a peach.

‐A pleasure to meet you,
my lord.

‐I mean no offense
to Miss Pettifer,

but I see no woman in this room

who is superior to you,
Mrs. Quigley.

‐Oh.

‐I prefer...

a riper fruit.

‐Again.

Very good.

More aggressive.

‐I haven't done this
for quite some time.

‐We can be as slow
as you like.

‐Fuck me.

Now.

‐Oh, Justice Dodds!

‐Tally‐ho, Mrs. Quigley!

Tally‐ho!

‐Mrs. Lydia Quigley,
you're under arrest for‐‐

‐Get out!

Never in my life have I‐‐

‐
We have a warrant

for Mrs. Quigley's arrest.

‐Clear the flesh markets
of Covent Garden,

strip the streets
of vice and pox,

close the slum brothels,

but these bawdy houses
are our bawdy houses

and you will not
take our whores!

‐I am sorry, Lord Dodds,
but this arrest is not for‐‐

‐Be gone or I will boot you
from the law courts

and into the Thames.

‐Oh, Doddy!

‐Charlotte.

‐Don't fear, he's spent
all his anger on me.

‐Stay a moment.
‐I need a drink.

‐I'll accompany you.

‐You don't want to go
where I'm going.

‐Where?

‐Home.

‐Come here!

‐Where's Quigley?

‐It is no use.

‐What happened?
‐She is like a weed.

Cut her down
and she grows back stronger.

‐What do you mean?

‐She has the Lord Chief Justice
between her thighs.

‐You got a spark
in your throat tonight.

‐I'll either be free
or dead tomorrow.

Either way,
a sore head won't matter.

‐Come on.

Nance, put your money
on Webster.

He's a cub.

Could be a lion.

‐I haven't seen you like this
for years.

‐Ladies and gentlemen,

may I have your attention,
please?

You are about to witness
a clash of fabled fighters!

Billy "The Badger" O'Reilly!

Noah "The Storm" Webster!

Place your bets now!

Three,

two,

one!

Fight!

‐Come on, you!
‐Yeah!

‐Here, place your bets.

‐She's eluded us this time.

The Justice failed.

But we're your
sisters in arms now

and I won't let any harm
come to you.

‐Just this way.

‐What a sad sight.

Is there no business for you
in Lilliput?

‐Your son's doxie plans
to sell you to the Justice.

‐How do you know?
‐Heard her myself.

‐Why have you come
to tell me this?

‐You chose the wrong girl
for your spy.

I think the world of your son,

and he takes delight in me.

I will prize them apart
like a wishbone.

‐We each have our own
boiling rage against her.

We cannot let it fog our sight.

‐We need to fight like her.

‐Cold‐hearted?

‐Calculated.

‐We strike once

and we strike right.

‐We're a five‐headed beast now.

You just tell us
when to roar.