All language subtitles for Tipping The Velvet 2

Oh, Miss Astley!
You're back already!

NAN: Hello,
are you awake?

l came back early!

What's this?

BLlSS: Nan,
you surprised us.

We didn't look for you
until tomorrow.

We were going
to tell you, Nan,

when you came back.

Tell me what?

Kitty?

No, it isn't true!

l'm so sorry, Nan.

Tell me it isn't true,
Kitty!

lt's true, Nan.

Aah!

Oh!

No, don't touch me!
Go away! Go away!

Aah.

Oh, Kitty.

What have you done?

Don't be horrible
to me, Nan.

l couldn't help it.

Oh, he forced you,
did he?

So that's what all

your business meetings
were about!

All this time,

when l thought
you were mine!

No, it wasn't like that!

Until last night,

it was just talk and kisses.

l swear it, Nan!

We were going
to tell you everything.

Everything?

Good God, what more
is there to tell?

Kitty and l are going
to be married, Nan.

l'm sure in time

you'll come to see
it's for the best.

No!

No!

KlTTY:
Don't you see, Nan,

it wouldn't do

to go on as we were.

l believe
you've killed me.

The pair of you.

BLlSS: Oh, come now,
compose yourself, Nan!

l know this has come
as a shock to you,

but this carry-on is
quite out of proportion!

Out of proportion?

Don't you know?

Hasn't she told you
about us?

l know that you were
sweethearts of a kind.

Of a kind!

The kind
that hold hands?

Didn't she tell you

that we fuck each other?

l don't care to use
such language, Nan.

And if l did,
l wouldn't use that word

for anything
a pair of girls can do.

You need a man for that,
l think you'll find.

Eh, Kitty?

Good-bye.

[Door closes]

Nan!

You said we'd be
together forever.

You said you loved me.

You said you loved me!

You said we'd be
together forever!

You said we'd be
together forever.

You said you loved me.

Loved me. Loved me!

Loved me!

Kitty and l are going
to be married, Nan.

VOlCE-OVER: l walked
the streets all that day,

not knowing where l was going.

l wanted to see nothing,
to feel nothing,

to remember nothing.

Everyone l knew and loved
had betrayed me.

You need a man for that,
l think you'll find.

You need a man.

You need a man,
l think you'll find.

NAN: You said
you loved me!

VOlCE-OVER: How could
she let him touch her?

l hated them,
and wanted to die.

But l wouldn't let them
do that to me.

Morning, Nan.

Oh, you don't look
a thing at all.

Kitty's not in, is she?
Or Mr. Bliss?

No fear,
a bit early for them.

Yes?

l've come
about the room.

WOMAN: The house l keep
here is a tidy one.

l like my lodgers ditto.

l've had trouble

with single ladies
in the past.

Who you see or what
you do outside my house

is your concern,

but there's one thing
l won't have,

and that's
gentlemen followers

in a single lady's
room.

You'll have no trouble

on that score from me,
Mrs. Best.

[Baby crying]

5 shillings a week.

ln advance.

Late payment will
not be tolerated.

l expect the room to be
kept clean at all times.

No cats, dogs, rabbits...

VOlCE-OVER:
Now l was truly alone,

a poor outcast
from life's feast,

tormented by my memories.

[Baby crying]

GlRL: lt's nice and hot.

You really should
take something, miss.

[Laughing]

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
For nigh on two months,

l never left that room.

l barely washed,

and never changed my dress,
for l had no other.

l believe l would have
faded away altogether,

if it weren't
for the little maid, Nell,

who brought me morsels of food
and urged me to eat them.

Nice and hot,
miss.

BLlSS: Kitty and l
are going to be married.

[Wedding bells]

MAN: ...to join together
this man and this woman...

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
You said you loved me!

lt was done. lt was over.

l suppose l had been hoping

that she would change her mind
and come and find me,

but now l knew for certain
she was lost to me.

lt was time to face
the world alone,

though l had no idea
how l should live in it.

But l found that
to walk alone in London

isn't an easy thing
for a woman to do.

Hello, darling.
Oi. Oi!

What's the matter,
love?

Got sick because
you found a penny?

You hold onto me
and l'll treat you--

Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!

Here, only asking.
Cow!

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: l thought,
what a cruel joke that l,

who had swaggered across
the stages of London,

should be afraid
to walk upon the streets.

And most of all,
l wished that l could escape

from my miserable self.

WOMAN:
Looking for a room?

How long, dear?

Just an hour.

One hour only, mind.

Hello, dear.

You looking
for a nice time?

[DEEP VOlCE]
Not today, dear.

Perhaps
another time, eh?

All right, dear.
Don't forget, now.

VOlCE-OVER: And for the first
time since that terrible day,

l felt a sort of freedom,

and a sort of strength.

Somehow l had
taken the first steps

that would lead me
out of my misery

and into some
different way of living...

though l had no idea
what that would be.

My little stock of money
was dwindling fast,

and l was going to have to find
some way of replenishing it,

or starve.

Necessity is a hard taskmaster.

And if the opportunity
had presented itself,

l dare say l should have sunk
so low as to become a thief.

Good evening, Tommy Atkins.

Buying a little present
for your sweetheart?

[DEEP VOlCE]
Couldn't afford

anything here, sir.

That's a shame.

She'll have to be content
with a kiss, then, eh?

Haven't got
no sweetheart.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
Not anymore.

No sweetheart?
Good-looking lad like you?

l find that
hard to believe.

Are you up for it,
Tommy, for a sovereign?

Up for what, sir?
l don't understand you.

Come on,
you know the game, Tommy.

You're all at it,
you soldier boys,

your hands are never
off each other's cocks.

Not me, sir.

l only joined up
last week,

l've never done
anything like that.

Then it's time
you began, my boy.

Just take it your hand,
only a minute's work,

and there's a sovereign
in it for you.

Oh, have a heart,
Tommy.

l'm hard as a broom handle,
and aching for a spend.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: Nan Astley
could never have given

the answer that l gave him.

But Tommy Atkins
took us both by surprise!

Come on, then.

Ooh.

Slow and steady,
Tommy, dear.

[Whispering]

Mmm!

Go on.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: l thought,
if this were Walter,

l'd bite it off!

Oh! Steady on!

Ooh!

Ooh, oh!

[Moaning]

Ooh! Oh!

Ohh!

Oh.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: l suppose
l should have felt ashamed,

but l felt nothing but surprise,

and a kind of fierce elation
that in a couple of minutes,

l'd earned enough to keep me
for a couple of weeks.

And so l my new career
as a streetwalker,

and l found it
not so very different

from acting on the stage.

l told myself
it wasn't Nan Astley

who took men's spunk
in my mouth or in my hand.

But Tommy Atkins,

or Eton Bertie,

or Able Seaman Simms,

or Bobby Brown,
from Birmingham.

But now l was in
a regular way of business,

l needed a more regular
way of life.

l had had enough of changing

in filthy rooms
that reeked of men's spendings.

Perhaps this respectable lady

would accommodate the needs
of a rather unusual female.

WOMAN: Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

l've come
about the room.

Say good day
to the lady, Grace.

NAN: Good day, Grace.

Oh, dear.

To tell the truth,

we were hoping
for someone a bit older.

A widow, perhaps.

You see, um...

my daughter's, um...

a rather unusual,
trusting sort of girl.

l wouldn't like to have

young fellows
coming in and out.

There wouldn't be

any young fellows,
Mrs. Milne.

That l'll guarantee.

And l'd never get
behind with my rent.

Well...

You see, the thing is,

l work as a kind of
entertainer,

at parties and suchlike.

And for that,

l sometimes dress
in gentlemen's suits.

Now, if you and Grace
don't mind that,

l think l might do
very well.

Gentlemen's suits,
you say?

Well, Grace, what do
you think of that?

Would you like
to see one, Grace?

Ha ha!

My eyes, Grace,
what a beauty!

Would you like
to try it, Grace?

Yes, please!

MRS. MlLNE: Now isn't
that kind of the lady.

Ha ha ha!

[Grace laughing]

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: She gave me
the first floor front,

8 shillings a week.

l think she'd have
let me have it for nothing

for Grace's sake.

Sometimes l thought
she must have been

as simple as her daughter,

for she never asked
where l went or what l did.

l'm off then, Mrs. M.

See you tomorrow,
Gracie.

You take as long
as you like, dear.

You have your own key.

Bye then.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: Some nights
l didn't need to go out.

l told myself
that this was freedom.

Perhaps that was
the secret of happiness,

to expect nothing,
or expect very little.

What is it that soldiers say?

lf you're warm, dry,
and smoking,

that's happiness.

[DEEP VOlCE]
Evening, sweetheart.

How are you?

WOMAN: Florence,
are you ready?

Florence!

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: Florence.

Who knows what it is that
draws one person to another.

But for the first time
in months,

l felt something of my old self
stirring in me.

l wanted to see
more of Florence.

And soon enough, l did.

[Church bells]

Hello again.

l hope l didn't frighten
you the other night.

l'm sorry, l don't--

[DEEP VOlCE]
Evening, sweetheart.

How are you?

Oh, that was you.

Quite right.

You live up there,
do you?

l do.
And you live there?

That's right.

We were very lucky.

Mother and l
lost our other house,

but Miss Darby
found us this one.

And now l work
for her charity,

finding homes for others.

Well, that's nice.

l was just going
to the park.

Will you come with me?

Oh, no,
l've got so many calls.

Oh.

But l go along that way.

So, you're not in
your trousers today, then?

No. l like to change
and change about.

Boy one day,
girl the next.

Does that shock you?

No, l don't think so.

l can see it must
have advantages.

l suppose you can
go where you like.

You can do as you like.

Exactly so! Hit the nail
on the head!

Miss Darby would be
most interested.

She's writing a book
about the woman question.

Perhaps she'd like
to put me in it, then.

l certainly think she'd be
interested in meeting you.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: l didn't give
a tinker's fart for Miss Darby,

or the woman question.

But l knew l wanted
to see more of Florence.

l wonder, would you like
to come to a lecture with me?

At the Atheneum Hall?
lt's on women and labor.

A lecture? l say,

that's just my style,
l don't think.

But l'll give it a go,
if you like.

Really?

Said so, didn't l?

When is it?

Thursday, 6:00.

We can meet for some tea
beforehand, if you like.

Done.

You live with your mother,
don't you?

That's right.

Before that we lived
just round the corner.

Do you know,

l've never been
out of lslington?

Very adventurous, eh?

You don't have
to travel far

to have adventures.

You're not from
round here, are you?

No.

So, where did
you come from?

Kent. Whitstable.
lt's a seaside place.

l used to work
in an oyster bar.

So, do you go back
there very often,

see your ma and pa?

They're dead.

Oh.

l'm sorry.

No need to be.
lt was a long time ago.

So, what work did
you do in London?

ln a shop.

What sort of a shop?

A hat shop.

Well, l'd never
have imagined that.

Why not?

l don't know.

You just don't
seem the sort.

l bet they don't

let you wear
your trousers in there.

Ha ha! No!

No, of course not!

So...

What do you do
there exactly?

Do you serve in the shop

or are you in the back
making the hats up?

l just can't seem

to imagine
you there somehow.

l...well...no.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
l couldn't keep it up.

She was so sweet and straight
l couldn't bear to lie to her.

But l couldn't tell her
the truth either.

ls there
a ladies' lavatory here?

Yes, through there,
l think.

l won't be a tick.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
What made me think

l could be friends
with a respectable girl?

All that was over for me.

lf she could have seen me,
known what l really did

and what l really used
those clothes for.

l belonged in the gutter.

What's your
business?

Don't do anything
l wouldn't do, dear.

You game for it,
sonny?

[DEEP VOlCE]
lt's a sov for a dubbing,

two for a suck,
but l won't be buggered.

l don't pay more than
a sov for a soldier.

Dubbing or nothing,
then.

Know a place?

Follow me.

This is
the place, sir.

Come on, then.

Ah!

Let's see what you're
made of, soldier boy.

No! l said no!

Let me up!
l'll cut you, l will!

Keep still,
or you'll get worse.

Ah!

Uh!

All right, me boy.
Your safe now.

You come with me.
You won't be hurt.

Please, constable,
let me go.

lt was
my very first time, sir.

He made me!

Constable?
l'm no constable.

Somebody's taken
a fancy to you.

You've got
nothing to fear.

l won't be buggered!

ln you go.

WOMAN: Good evening.

l never thought--

Well, now you see,
you have nothing to fear.

l'll see you safely home.

Or my own house is quite nearby.

Let me offer you a hot toddy
to calm your nerves.

You were in a little difficulty
just now, l think.

Yes, thanks ever so.

That chap said
he'd buy me a drink,

and next thing l knew,

he dragged me
off the street.

l had a bad fright
there,

but l shall know better
next time.

Shall you? So you were
perfectly innocent, were you?

No idea at all what
a gentleman on the town

might want with
a young soldier boy?

No, miss.

Well, that's a surprise.

l had the impression

that you understood
the game pretty well.

l've been watching you
for a while, young man.

There's no need
to be coy with me.

l'm sorry, miss,
you've made a mistake.

No, l don't think l have.

Truly you have, miss.

l'm very grateful,
but honest,

l'm not what
you're looking for.

Oh, yes,
l think you are.

But l'm a girl!

Do you think l didn't know that,
you little fool?

Though you wear the outfit

far better than
most of the lads do,

and you have the legs
for it too, oh, yes.

And none of your gentlemen
guessed?

lf they did,
they didn't say.

And anyway,
l was pretty strict

about what they could
and couldn't touch.

And it all went off
all right.

Until tonight.

Pretty strict, were you?

l wonder, should l like you
to be pretty strict with me?

There's no need
to be afraid.

This could be the luckiest
night of your life.

Come, come,
where's your sense of adventure?

Take my arm. Don't think
of making a run for it.

Corder is quick
as well as strong.

That will be all tonight,
thank you, Blake.

Yes, ma'am.

Good night, ma'am.

Night, sir.

Come, come.

How warm
it is in here.

Not too warm for you,
l hope.

Perhaps a bit.

What's your name?

Nancy.

King.

And l think you might
have offered me

a glass of wine
and a cig.

l beg your pardon,
Miss King.

My name is Lethaby,
Mrs. Diana Lethaby.

Have you heard
that name before?

No.

All the better.

There.

lf you were
the king of pleasure,

and l were
the queen of pain...

You're very handsome,
Miss King.

l know.

Oh, what have we here,
l wonder?

[Laughter]

So, all your promises

come to nothing
after all.

Take those off.

Give me the glass
and the cigarette.

Quickly!

You may leave
the jacket on.

And the boots.
And the hat.

Good.

Now go through there
into the bedroom

and open the chest
under the mirrors.

Pronto!

[Door squeaks]

[Chest squeaks open]

DlANA: Put it on!

Put it on
and come to me.

Come here.

[Moaning]

[Moaning louder]

You exquisite
little tart.

[Bells ringing]

Oh, you sleep
like a child.

l've been up
this half hour

making a fearful row

and still you
slumbered on.

l've rung for breakfast.
l hope you're hungry.

Yes. Yes, l am.

Good.
Ah, here she is.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning, miss.

Very good, Blake.
Draw a bath for Miss King.

Oh, and tell Mrs. Hooper l'll
speak to her about luncheon.

Yes, ma'am.

There's a Persian story
l read as a girl.

[Door shuts]

A beggar sets a genie
free from a bottle

and is rewarded
with a wish.

He can live in...
ordinary comfort

for 70 years

or in pleasure,

with a princess
for a bride,

servants,
every desire satisfied

for 500 days.

Now if you were that beggar
which would you choose?

The pleasure.

Good.
Ha ha ha.

So did the beggar.

So...

will you stay with me,
Nan...and be pleasured

and pleasure me
in your turn?

Stay with you as what?

Your guest, your friend,
your servant...

As my tart,
you silly girl.

No, no, no, no, not in
a hole and corner way.

You'll ride out
with me to the park,

attend me at the theatre,

wear the finest clothes...

but you'll belong to me

and we'll pleasure each other.

How does that seem?

l don't know.

l don't know
enough about you

to know whether
l like you,

and you
don't know me.

l know all l need
to know about you.

You're like me.

You showed it last night
and you're showing it now.

You hunger for your own sex.

You hunger for the pleasure
l can give you, don't you?

Yes.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER: There
are moments in our lives

that change us:

That night when Kitty
cast her rose at me

and sent my admiration
tumbling over into love,

and this was another,

the start of a new life.

[Men mumbling]

How do you
like yourself?

Not bad.

Smarter than anything
l wore down the dilly.

lt's your
coming out suit.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
l had begun my new life.

and what a life...
and what a world!

lt was so easy
to get sucked in.

DlANA: Look how
they eye you,

men and women both.

Hah! They'd all
love to have you,

but they shan't
'cause you're mine,

bought and paid for.

Diana, you old roue.

You've done it
at last.

Ladies, allow me to
present my companion,

Miss King.

This is Mrs. Jex, Nan,

quite my oldest
friend in London

and quite the most
disreputable.

Everything she says
and does

is designed to corrupt.

l'm afraid l've been
corrupted already, Mrs. Jex.

Ha! Good!

Good god!
lt talks.

MRS. JEX: That is
Dickie, Miss King.

A touch of
the green-eyed

monster there.

Charmed.

Likewise.

MRS. JEX: So,
tell me, Miss King,

where does
a little treasure

like you come from?

Like me?

There's no one quite
like me, Mrs. Jex.

But if you want to know,
l was born by the seaside

in Whitstable,

where the oysters
come from.

Whitstable!
Would you believe it?

She's a Whitstable
mermaid.

[Horse whinnies]

KlTTY: Like a mermaid.

[Horse whinnies]

[Whimpering]

Come along, child.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
But the Whitstable mermaid

was no more.

[Gasps]

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
This was my life now.

For the most part,
she kept me close

and displayed me at home.

The boy, they called me.

She contrived tableaux

so that they could feast
their eyes on me.

She enjoyed that,
that they could look

but couldn't touch.

They knew that she
would be enjoying me later.

Ladies, tonight we give you

Hermaphrodite.

[Crowd oohs and ahs]

[Gasping and shrieking]

Woman: Oh!

Oh! Oo.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
We were a perfect double act.

l was the living proof
of her perversity.

l was the stain
left by her lust.

She had awakened something
perverse in me, too,

and l couldn't imagine a life
beyond her shaping.

[Applause]

NAN: Ow!

Sorry, Miss.

Easier to put on
than take off this stuff.

Where's Mrs. Lethaby?

Gone out, Miss.

She went out
before you woke up.

Well, she might
have told me.

Well, she can please
herself, can't she?

Not like you and me.

Do you like being
a maid here, Blake?

lt's a very good
place, Miss...

but l'd rather be
my own mistress.

What would you do if you
were your own mistress?

l'd set up my own
boarding house...

in the colonies.

l'm saving from my wages
towards it now.

A boarding house
in the colonies?

Yeah, for ladies.

Well, maybe l'll come
and stay in it some day.

[Chuckles softly]

You'd be very
welcome, Miss.

[Clock ticking]

[Ticking continues]

[Birds chirping]

[Thunder]

[Fast-paced ticking]

[Birds squawking]

DlANA: To mark
the passing of time.

Do you know you've
been with me longer

than any of the others?

Quite an achievement.

[Horse whinnies]

[Crowd murmuring]

Take our coats.

Dickie, Clara,

The boy will
take our coats.

Oh, there, there.

What a little
angel.

There.

Take care,
will you?

MAN: Ladies and gentleman,

will you please hurry along
to your seats?

The curtain will rise
in 3 minutes.

Thank you, sir.
Two gents and two ladies.

Don't you know me, Bill?

Nan King.

Have you got a sec?

Give us two ticks, Raymond.

What happened
to you then, Nan?

What have you been doing?

Oh, you was missed...
and you still are.

There was never an act
like you and Kitty Butler's.

Do you hear
from Mr. Bliss?

Or Kitty?
Oh, yes.

They've got an act
together now

playing just down the road
at the Strand Palace.

What? Tonight?

What time
are they on?

Second half, just
after the interval--

DlANA: What's
the boy doing?

He's talking to the nigger
at the cloaks.

l'd better go,
and thanks, Bill.

Can't take him anywhere.

l think you should get
a collar and chain, Diana.

And a whip.
Tssssss.

[Laughs]

Excuse me.
Call of nature.

See where she's going.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
l had to see her.

l had to see Kitty again.

[Door creaks open]

# Where's my little Willie now #

[Laughter]

# He's my only comfort
and my only joy #

# Now his mother's
gone to heaven #

# All l've got's my little boy #

[Laughter]

# Can anybody tell me #

# Where's my little Willie now #

Ooooh!

[Crowd groans]

Ooooh!

[Applause]

[Kitty gasps]

Hey, father!

l've been looking
for you all over!

Oh, Willie!

Come to your dad
and give us a kiss.

And don't you ever
run away again, me boy.

# Can anybody tell me #

# Where's my little Willie now #

[Applause]

[Door slams]

[Operatic singing in distance]

Been sick in the gents.

Sorry.

DlANA: l know where
you've been tonight.

Corder followed you.

But what l want
to know is why!

There was an actor
l wanted to see!

Who?

A girl l used to know.

Who, damn you?!

A girl l once loved
more than anyone,

more than myself.

More than you
love me?!

Much more than
l love you!

l don't love you
at all!

l hate you!

Oh, Kitty.

Kitty.

[lnaudible whispering]

[Curtains rattling]

You feeling better, Miss?

You looked ever so
poorly last night.

Oh, yes.
l shall live.

Come sit down, Blake.
Talk to me.

What about, Miss?

Well...

what's your
first name?

lt's Zena, Miss.

Mrs. Lethaby
says she got you

out of
a reformatory.

What were you
there for?

l was sent there...
on account of a girl

l was friends with at
a house in Kentish Town.

We were maids
there together.

So, you were a maid
before you came here.

Went out as a skivvy
when l was 1 0,

and then l got the place
at Kentish Town

when l was 1 4.

l was a housemaid then...
and...

l got very thick with
another maid there

called Agnes.

Agnes had a chap.

She threw the chap over,
Miss, for my sake.

That's how thick we was.

And it was Agnes got you
sent to the reformatory?

No, Miss.
lt was another girl.

She was jealous
of me and Agnes.

lt was her that told
the missis.

And Mrs. Lethaby,
does she know

why you were
in the reformatory?

Oh, yeah,
she knows alright.

She's a great friend
of the Lady Governor.

Has Mrs. Lethaby
ever tried--

Not since you came, Miss.

lt was only once
or twice in any case.

l think she just wanted
to make it clear-like

that she could do
what she wanted with me.

Oh, yes.

l can believe
that alright.

[Door opens]

Will there be
anything else, Miss?

No...not just now.

Thank you.

Very good, miss.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
What had become of me?

What had l become?

She spoke of love,
and it touched me.

But l felt too spoiled
and stained for love.

Besides, l was still
obsessed with Diana,

for all her casual cruelty.

l must have been, for it
would've been easy enough,

you would think,
just to walk out of the house

one day when she was out,

walk out forever and leave no
word of farewell.

DlANA: Thank you, Corder.

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
l hated myself.

But still, after
nearly two years,

l was on fire for her
as she was for me.

l had started, and l had to
take that journey with her

right the way to the end...

though l feared
it would be a bad end.

[Footsteps]

[Door opens]

Well...
did you miss me?

What do you care
if l miss you or not?

Now, now,
little soldier,

no sulks.

Of course l care.

Don't you know you're
the love of my life?

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
And then, in March,

came Diana's 40th birthday.

She decided to celebrate it
with a fancy dress party.

l chose to go as Antinous,

Hadrian's favorite page

who drowned in the Nile.

His sad fate suited my mood.

l hated my life,

but l couldn't leave it.

What do you think?

l think you look
lovely, Miss.

[Chuckling]

[Bell rings]

[Dogs barking]

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
l hated it all,

but l still had my pride.

l would still be the most
beautiful thing in the place,

desired by all,

inaccessible to any
but my mistress.

[Snap]

DlANA: Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.

Ladies, ladies.

l give you...Antinous.

[Crowd murmurs]

What, no dildo?!
Where's Monsieur Dildo?

He might come later,
but remember,

this is a very sweet
and virtuous Roman boy.

[Laughter]

WOMAN: Yes,
delightful, mmm.

You look like
a picture from

a bugger's
compendium, my dear.

Thank you, kindly,
l'm sure.

And what might you
be wearing

under that,
young man?

Just a little
au de Cologne.

No.

You mustn't touch
or look.

Just use your
imagination.

Don't get much chance

to use anything else
these days.

God, look at Dickie.
What's she supposed to be?

Dorian Gray, l believe.

[Sighs]

[Laughing and chattering]

WOMAN: l swear to you,
it was as big

as a boy's doodle
and as stiff as my thumb.

She blames it on
her Hindu nurse.

l've seen that amongst
the Turks as well.

They're bred like it

in order to pleasure
themselves

and the seraglio.

We needn't go as far
as that to find it.

English girls in the slums
all have 'em.

They're brought up
20 to a bed,

frgging all night.

WOMAN: No wonder they look at--

NAN, VOlCE-OVER:
l was sick of it,

the backbiting,
the bitching.

Something inside me was
getting ready to explode.

WOMAN: lf we had a girl
from the slums here,

l'd pull down her drawers myself
and show you the proof.

Oh, what does
Antinous say?

You used to be a little
slum slut, didn't you,

once upon a time?

Of course, Blake.
Come here.

Come here.

WOMEN: Ooh!

You're a reformatory
girl, aren't you?

WOMEN: Oh!

Aren't you?
Yes, ma'am.

Good.

Lower your drawers
and lift up your skirt.

Oh, good god, girl.

Do l have to come
and do it for you?

NAN: Leave her alone.
What?

Let her alone!

Go back to
the kitchens, Blake.

Stay where you are!

And as for you,
ha ha ha,

do you think you're
mistress here?

What's it to you if l
ask my girl to show me

what she's got
between her legs?

You've done the
same thing yourself

often enough.

Get back behind
the curtain.

And when we finish
with Blake,

perhaps we'll
all take turns

upon Antinous.

[Laughing and cheering]

You shouldn't talk
to me like that.

You don't own me.

DlCKlE: Oh, Lord,
what a bore.

What a bore.
Ha!

Nothing to you,
you old cow!

Got up like
a boy of 1 7,

Dorian Gray!

Look in the glass!

You're more like
the portrait in me attic.

And that goes for the rest of
you, you tired old trotters!

Why don't you all just fuck off
on this girl's word.

l can't take any one of you!

l think you're a little
overexcited, Nancy!

You'll go to
your room now...

and when you've
had time to think,

you will come down
and apologize.

Then we'll devise

a little punishment
for you.

Something suitably
Roman, maybe.

NAN: What are you
gonna do then?

Throw me to the lions?

l know one thing.

l'd make a tastier
meal than you,

you worn-out,
pathetic old trollop!

[Shrieks]

[Women scream]

[Sobbing]

Oh, Zena...

[Sobs]
what a night.

l've got a cloth...
with a bit of ice in it.

[Sobbing]

lf you just let me...

[Crying]
lt's all right.

lt's all--shh.

[Shivering]

What is it?

Can l stay here
with you, Miss?

l'm frightened to go
back to my own room

with those ladies
roaming all over the house.

Yes, you can stay.

[Continues shivering]

What's in the bottle?

Brandy...Miss.

l--l--l--thought
for the shock.

[Laughs]

Give it here.

[Chuckles]

[Sobs]

[Giggling]

Oh, Miss!

Oh, please do.

[Loud chattering]

Did you used to
frig yourself

in the reformatory?

You're as bad
as them downstairs

to think of me
with a cock.

l'd like to see you
with one.

What--you don't mean--

[Heavy breathing]

Oh!

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