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Dead or alive?

Dead.

Shoulders back,

sit straight.

Good day.

Are you looking for
something in particular?

We're not so much a
business as a family here.

It's all
done on the premises?

Every stitch.

Twins, how sweet.

A mourning doll.

Parents send us an image
of their lost child

to recreate upon
the face of a doll.

It's understandable
and indeed natural

that one should want
to commemorate a dear,

passed spirit.

After all, as it
says in Corinthians,

'We are confident
and willing rather

to be absent from the body

and to be present
with the Lord'.

The child's soul is gone

but this doll is a symbol of the
earthly vessel she left behind.

We make them for toys
as well of course.

A porcelain likeness,

dead or alive.

Dead or alive.

Whatever's
your preference.

Is there something
you find interesting?

I like
to give opportunity

to such disadvantaged
girls. My pleasure.

Well, that's cost
you a day's wages.

You shouldn't
have said anything.

Well, I hate it
when they stare at you.

You just make it worse.

They're covered in
moths, Mrs Salter would go mad

if she saw them like this.

My sister's sick, I
was up all night with her.

Well, you
should've checked Albie.

You can let
one moth go Miss Iris.

Ok.

You don't want that
one, this one's for you.

You be more careful
with the threads next time,

remember you're dealing
with a devil, not a woman.

Really?

It's just a joke.

What happened
to your hand?

Are you alright?

I'm fine, here, take
it, take it, it's not a trick.

It's for your sister.

Thanks.

Woah!

Albie?

I've got something
nice and fresh for you today.

The foreleg
of a Megalosaurus?

Severed mermaid's head perhaps?

A bit chilly
for a mermaid

in Regent Canal
this time of year.

But the other thing, mega...

he told me he'll leave you
a knee when he snuffs it.

Kind of him.

Two bob.

Thought you'd like that
a bob for each head.

Oh Albie.

A shilling?

Mm mm and you
can visit my workshop.

It's funny to me that the
smell of formaldehyde is worse

to you than the rotting shit
you carry around every day.

It's not natural.

It's natural be a dead thing.

You're gonna make an
artist of me little pups.

Those cunts on the committee
can't say no to you,

hey, no they can't.

All right Louis?

Don't worry about
mortally wounding me little man!

Jesus.

Here we are.

Honestly.

Cadaver!

Cadaver! Open up!

We're here for Louis's bird.

He must be away.

Away where?

I don't
think he's there boys.

Neither do I,

shall we go for an ale?

Took the words
right out my mouth.

I like that idea.

You'll have to
shit twice as much as that

to catch me Moll.

Hey, your
sister's got company!

You'll pay
now my lovely,

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

Show me that diamond.
How much more to go?

A full set
costs three pounds.

How much you got?

I'm no fool sir,

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

I can't find
the daguerreotype

for Rosanne Vickers,
have you seen it?

No. Um...

Ow.

Serves you right
for creeping around.

Oh, it needs honey
and a dressing.

Mrs Salter?

What is it?

What's wrong Mrs Salter?
Do you want your laudanum?

Iris?

A baby.

Iris?

What? She likes it.

Oh I found it.

Dead or alive?

Dead, too easy.

I forget they're real
children sometimes.

Ow!

You should
be more careful

then you wouldn't get burnt.

For you sir?
And for you madam!

Oh, thank you.

Have a good day.

Can you get 10 apples

but don't pick any
of the bruised ones.

Why don't you do it?

For you sir!

Come and see the model
of the Great Exhibition,

here for one week
only. And for you sir!

Shall we go and see the
model for the Great Exhibition?

It is
quite something.

Really?

Definitely
worth a look and a half.

See, Rose, we should go.

Iris. What?

Don't worry lovie,

I'm not contagious.

You shouldn't
talk to girls like that.

Like what?

You know
just as well as me

she's a prostitute.

Ask if we can have some
of the blackberries.

And some
blackberries please.

Yes madame.

Thank you very much.

MARKET TRADER
OOV: There you go.

Thank you.

Sorry, excuse me, sorry.

there'll
be multiple sections,

many marvels, machinery,
raw materials, fine art.

Sorry, excuse me.

Spearheaded by
Prince Albert himself,

the Great Exhibition will
make clear to all the world

Britain's role as an
industrial leader.

There will be multiple
sections, many marvels,

a certain number of
exhibits will be selected

by committee via
open submissions.

If you are the
inventor of a machine,

the creator of an innovative
or unusual product

then consider this your
call to arms gentlemen.

Flick?

Sorry, excuse me.

Sorry, excuse me.

Albie, Albie. Hand it over.

Playing the thief today

Albie, is it?

I wouldn't think you'd need to
after all the money I gave you.

It was only a bob.

I employ Albie for
little jobs here and there.

Perhaps one day,
as my apprentice.

Silas Reed.

It's a
pleasure to meet you.

I find Mr
Silas dead things

for him to stuff and
sell in his shop.

Albie! It's true.

My collection
will be famous one day.

Well, I look forward
to seeing it one day.

Perhaps you should submit
to the Great Exhibition.

Yes

yes exactly, that's what I plan
to do, that's why I'm here.

Are you hungry?
Would you like one?

They're good today.

Oh, I'm sorry,
would you like one?

Me? No, thank you but
that's very kind of you Miss...?

Err...

Whittle.

Miss Iris is a painter.

Hardly, I paint the faces
on the dolls at Mrs Salter's.

Are you
here with someone?

Apologies,
sorry, I, sorry,

excuse me. Excuse me.

There you are, I've been
looking everywhere for you.

You ran away from me.

No, I didn't.

I saw you.

I didn't.

You know how hard it is
in places like this, for me.

Rose I'm sorry I didn't-

Are you coming?

Rose wait, oh...

Hot brandy is it?

It's been a while since
I saw you in here.

You've been
walking around Soho all day

with your eyes
firmly on the floor

Though we see
your artists often enough.

I'm an artist too.

Hey, I take it

I'm not your first stop.

Good afternoon.

Madame,
forgive us our popularity.

Popularity, not
if the review in The Times

is anything to go by.

Oh.

Bluebell!

She's not wrong.

My arty boys!

How are you Bluebell?

I'm alright,

even since this
one abandoned me.

Oh, I
didn't abandon you.

Well, what
would you call it then?

Tells me I'm beautiful, tells
me he wants to paint me,

tells me he wants to do a
whole lot more than that.

I am just in need
of a queen, that's all.

And I'm
not queen enough?

Come and be my queen.

What would your
Lizzie have to say about that?

What are
you looking at? Freak.

Look,
it's the cadaver!

Yes, Louis would like

to talk to you about
his turtledove.

It went mouldy.

Frost it's your bird.

Err yeah so I
went away for a week

and when I returned my
house was full of flies,

my model stormed out,
she won't come back.

He's got a background
and a bird but no lady.

Can't enter that into
the Royal Academy now can he?

So... what the fuck are
you gonna do about it?

Your face, don't worry cadaver,

if it wasn't the maggots
it'd be something else.

Louis's models have a habit
of disappearing on him.

That's not
fair, that's not fair.

You've given us a
good excuse to go hunting.

Gentlemen!

we shall commence the
search immediately, tonight!

Soho?

We've bled Soho dry,

there's no good
ladies left there.

You should
go for a dark beauty,

your last was fair wasn't she?

I think for
Ophelia I'll go blonde.

No no no no no for
Ophelia you must use Lizzie.

Perhaps.

What's your
preference, Reed?

Mm?

In
stunners.

You're talking about,

you're talking about ladies.

Ah.

Oh, he's familiar!

Don't be
a prick, Gabriel.

There was a girl,

um I knew her in, in childhood.

Was
she a sweetheart?

She had the
most remarkable hair.

Colour?

Red, red hair.

Mm now
you're talking.

Redheads I can get behind...

with any luck.

Err I saw
a redhead today.

It's
probably unnatural.

No no, I
would know, I think,

I mean it's very easy to tell
in daylight at least. She...

she was very striking.

Well don't
leave us hanging.

She had a sort of...

effervescence.

Effervescence,
I've never heard that word

used in relation to a lady.

I understand.

And her skin...

Yes, do
tell us about her skin.

It was... pristine.

Was she
a working girl?

No. No?

She, she works
at Salter's doll shop,

she's very respectable.

Can we buy
you a drink cadaver?

Thank you madam!

Enjoy, gentlemen.

Always do.

Steer clear of
those artists tonight,

they are in one of their moods.

Oh yes,
don't mind if I do.

A light? Cadaver?

None of these.

Oh, I have no use
for such a lewd tone.

That shade of red, sir, is
the very colour of the devil

and we're a Christian household.

I'll find
some more brushes for you

to look at ma'am.

Mm?

Fancy
something? How about a smile?

Do you want to
have a closer look?

Why don't you...

That's enough.

Bring more options next month,

the bristles on these
are already shoddy.

Girls?

Back to work.

I need that order finishing.

You should at
least try to pretend

that you didn't enjoy that.

What?

You know what.

What are you doing?

If it was Mrs Salter
and not me who found

what you were doing down here-

Spying, you mean.

We would be thrown out!

Is that what you want?

As if my life wasn't
bad enough already.

That is disgusting. There's
something wicked in you.

It's just a painting.

It's obscene.

Rose, you
are suffocating me!

Suffocating? You have
no idea what it's like.

I am sorry
that you got sick,

but it doesn't give you an
excuse to be so cruel to me.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Some ugly shop boy
gives you one look

and I find you
down here doing...

but I was the beautiful
one first, remember?

So, I know what it's like,

it is not an excuse
to behave like a slut.

I'm sorry
you think that,

I was just following
your example.

Charles, was that his name?

Iris! Iris!

Tu...

tu... mor...

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, I'm
looking for a little thing,

a delicacy for a lady.

Something to intrigue?

Mm.

A fan?

Crafted from the tissue
of a whale's lung.

What about those?

Why do you
have them wearing clothes?

How much?

They're not for sale.

Err...

Can I help you
with anything else?

No, thank you.

Oh!

What?

There's a
man at the window.

Rose did you see him?

No.

Would you
excuse me for a minute?

Err
yes of course.

Careless hussy.

My apologies, where were we?

He was sort
of staring at me.

We both know how
much you'd like that.

If you hadn't stolen
Cook's marzipan things

might've worked out
differently for you.

Naughty pups.

Time to write our letter.

Just be sure to get
the full name in its entirety,

Silas Reed's Shop of
Curiosities, Antique and New.

Mr Silas?

Albie.

What you skulking
around here for?

And I need it addressed
to Miss Whittle,

Salter's Doll Emporium
and I want it delivered.

You're
writing to Miss Iris?

Yeah. Preferably
before evening time.

Yes sir.

One of you
needs to deliver this.

I'll do it.

Straight there,
straight back and no loitering.

Every second you're outside
this shop you are Mrs Salter,

and you remember that,

I won't have a drop of disrepute
brought under this roof.

I'll go with her.

It's no trouble
sister, straight there,

straight back, no loitering.

Mm.

Excuse me.

Ah!

Sorry.

I'm very sorry
about your foot.

Thank
you for joining us.

It was you this morning,
you should learn not to stare,

I'm a woman, not an exhibit.

Do you
know of my brother?

He's an artist, a
painter, Louis Frost?

Perhaps you've heard of the PRB,
the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood?

Holman Hunt, Gabriel
Rossetti, John Millais?

Louis trained at
the Royal Academy,

he had two paintings in
their last exhibition,

he's on the brink
of great things,

imagine to be admired
200 years from now.

Everything would be arranged
with the upmost propriety.

I'm sorry, I'm
not quite following.

Well, if
Louis achieves the fame

he deserves you'd
be immortalised.

Why doesn't he speak.

I want you
to be my model.

You have a majesty, your
face is half beautiful,

half bewildering,
you're interesting.

It's quite simple, err
I have to paint you,

you must be my queen.

I must be your queen?

Mm mm.

He'll pay
a shilling an hour,

I imagine that far exceeds
your current salary.

Have you ever seen
an artist's studio before?

No.

To be painted
is transformative.

I have a sister.

Bring her with you,

I can find rooms for
the two of you together.

No, she caught
smallpox when we were 16,

they said she would die, she's
afraid of everything now,

she would completely disown me

if I left the shop and
after your painting

is finished Mrs Salter
wouldn't have me back,

I know what happens
to girls like that.

Well, what if you
just came to visit my studio,

just to see it,
Clarissa will chaperone,

I promise, won't you sister?

Why did
you suggest so soon?

The composition
is urgent, you know that.

We'll have to
move her before she comes,

it'll have to be tonight.

Mm yes um...

I hate playing
this role for you.

I know, I know but it
is, it's vastly appreciated.

Just...

don't lose this one or
people will start to talk.

I'll have everything arranged.

Thank you.

Miss
Whittle, it's dark,

let me accompany you. I
imagine a girl like you

might be afraid to
walk alone at night.

And what would you
know about a woman's fear?

I'm just hypothesising,

London can be a disquieting
mistress in the dark.

Thank you
for the escort.

I look forward
to our next meeting.

Miss Whittle,

I sent a letter err
about calling on you,

you didn't receive
it, Silas Reed,

we met a few days ago.

Is Albie alright?

I believe he,

yes I'm sure he is.

I, I made it from my collection,

you mentioned when we met that
you might like to visit one day.

The artist, you should be
wary of him and his friends.

Well thank you for this.

I had meant to offer
a tour of my collection,

perhaps tomorrow, Monday?

Perhaps.

Wait.

I'm sorry Miss Whittle,

this must all seem
rather forward of me.

Did you make this?

I can show
you how if you like?

But my other exhibits
are far more impressive,

my shop, Silas Reed's
Shop of Curiosities,

Antique and New,

it's situated off a passage
leading off from The Strand.

You're Mr Reed?

Silas.

You can call me Iris.

I feel I
should apologise,

Louis Frost it's, it's my
fault that he approached you,

I'm the one who,

I told him about you,
Aabout your beauty.

There's no
need to apologise.

Will you come
tomorrow, Monday?

5:00, ask any of the
letter writing boys,

they can give you directions,

Silas Reed's Shop of
Curiosities, remember.

I'm curious to see
it. Good evening Mr Reed.