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- Watch me win on Saturday night.
- Fight can't happen. Hezekiah's injured.

- Coward.
- I am no coward.

[Sugar] Show it to me.

What? You did this?

- Why?
- I need him for something.

"Dear Mr Woodhouse, we would be delighted
to accept your very kind offer

of a Chinese translator
for the coming delegation."

We're on.

[Lao] "Lo Feng Luh".

I have something I can wear.

[audience clamouring]

[Mary] Hezekiah, Peggy is the key figure

- in the burgeoning West End boxing scene...
- [chuckles]

...which is where you need to be fighting.

Are you the lad
that had Sugar Goodson beat?

I know what you're up to.

- It won't mess with anything you've--
- No, it fuckin' won't.

Don't underestimate your mother.

I am Queen now.

[Jane] So you say.

But it takes more than saying to be one.

Dis is the future.

Enjoy the fight.

- How much for two ticket?
- [concierge] It'll be one shilling.

- One shilling?
- [concierge] One shilling.

Appreciate it.

- One shilling?
- [Hezekiah] Quiet.

[bell dings]

[referee] Stop now, gentleman. Stop, stop.

After a final check, the judges
have awarded the fight to Mr Hammond.

[spectators applauding]

- Uh, excuse me.
- [Peggy] They're fine.

Lady Augusta Farnley,
you're a long way from home.

Hmm, so are you, I see.

Pleasure to see you again, Mr Moscow.

Alec Monroe, a fellow boxer.

Hezekiah and I came to London together.

I had you down as the cornerman.

That's just a temporary arrangement.

Man of many talents.
Gentlemen, walk with me.

Welcome to West London Boxing Club,

founding member
of the Amateur Boxing Association.

We're a long way
from the Blue Coat Boy now.

Prove to me your mettle in the ring,

and I'll introduce you
to the right people.

Get you fighting out West.

How does that sound, Mr Moscow?

I will give Last Judgment
on an Englishman's jaw.

[chuckles] That's the spirit.

Changing room's that way, gentlemen.

Well, they won't wait for you forever.

- [sighs]
- [bell dings]

[referee] Ladies and gentlemen,
I invite you all to join us

for the next contest
in the middleweight category.

In this corner,
we have Professor Cartwright.

This man has used his keen intellect
to master our science.

In this corner, we have a bare-knuckle
fighter of African heritage,

one Mr Hezekiah Moscow.

What shall ensue
is a classical clash of style

of the civilised mind
versus the savage body.

Seconds out.

You show them the errors of their ways.
Just like me teach ya.

[referee] Round one.

[Alec] Remember what me say.

[bell dings]

- Move. Shift your weight, Hez.
- [trainer] Quick, keep your distance.

[Alec] Quick tings.

- Quicker. Quicker.
- [trainer] Push him back. Counter.

Hezekiah, move. Move.

- [grunts]
- [spectators gasp]

[Alec] Go slow, Hez.

[bell dings]

[Alec] Come, come. Come here, man.

This man doesn't want to fight.

This is not fighting, Hezekiah,
this is boxing.

I see it in him eye.

Everything calculated.

The man is a blasted, rigid,
English boxer with a bag of tricks.

We can use dem same tricks against him.

- This foolishness, man. I don't like this.
- Hezekiah.

Men like we don't get second chances.

You need fi seize your chance right now.

Tell me how.

We turn his ideas of you against him.

- You understand?
- [bell dings]

In his mind, you're a typical Black boxer.

All aggression with no skill,

so we play to that.

We lure him in. Make him complacent.

And just when him think him have ya,

show him who you really are.

Yes! Yes!

Come on, kill him!

Give it! Give him it! Yes!

[bell dings]

The judges have awarded the contest
to Mr Hezekiah Moscow.

- Yes! Yes!
- [spectator] Did anyone see that coming?

[Alec] Gwaan!

[laughing] Didn't I see? Hey?

[chuckles]

[spectator 3] I say!

What, you're a gloved fighter now?

I am rising in this world,

whilst you return to dirt.

I'll return you first.

So wah?

You want another charity shot?

Even up the odds a lickle.

If you men have a score to settle,

do it within the rules.

Fighting beneath a chandelier.

I look out over you,

and I see fucking pretenders.

Men playing dress-up like little girls
and mug punters lapping it up.

I'd scuttle the entire West London stable
in a single sitting.

Come to the Blue Coat Boy.

Somewhere between Cheapside and hell.

Meet me in combat.

I'll break your fucking skulls
good and proper.

A worse fate awaits you, boy.

[murmuring]

- 'Scuse me.
- Oh.

"Top of the morning to you, Punch.
How are you?"

Yeah, no, I'm all right, yeah.

[Elephants chattering]

- [Eliza] The Earl of Lonsdale.
- That was him.

- [Mary] Right, that's the Yellow Earl.
- [chattering stops]

[sighs] Rumour has it
the mission from China has arrived

safe and sound at Waterloo.

Yesterday's Standard reports
Lonsdale's banquet

as one of the high points
of the social season.

The hottest ticket in town.

- We are fucking on.
- [Elephant chuckles]

- We are doing it.
- [Eliza sighs] Bloody hell.

- We stay true to the modus operandi.
- The what?

The plan. We get the silver on its own
while our betters rest on their laurels.

- [Eliza sighs]
- What's the matter?

It breaks my heart
to see you persist down this blind alley.

Troublemaking again.
Can you believe the fucking gall on her?

Mary, I won't toe the line
just to stay in your good graces, ever.

You know me.

So, I ask that you're honest
with our girls.

Honest how?

Robbing the Queen
and the Chinese Emperor is risky enough...

but it's the Elephant boys and Jane
that I really fear.

Sneaking behind family
is its own breed of treason.

So, I shall have no part in it.

Fine. Don't need a lockpick anyway.

Why are you still here?
You'll need to get back.

We stick to the plan.

Right. Tell me about his name again.

[butler] Good morning, my Lord,
I've brought you your breakfast tray

- if you still want it.
- Oh, fuck off, Percival.

I apologise, Your Lordship,
but it is a matter of urgency.

Would now be a good time to raise the
subject of the Chinese delegation banquet?

[groans]

[grunting]

[breathes heavily] Later.

What's wrong, Percy?

You're not a follower
of the noble art, huh?

It has its merits, Your Lordship.

[sighs]

I'm sorry, Percy.

I inherited this nervous disposition
from my mother.

She, uh...

I can do better.

Give me your hand.

[exhales sharply, chuckles]

The Queen chose me,

and relations with China rest in my hands.

Our hands.

It would be funny

if it weren't so absurd.

Miss Maybelline Foster,
I was beginning to worry.

Rest assured, young lady...

I'll bring you to heel.

Right.

Good morning, Your Ladyship.

Your early morning breakfast.

Good morning.

[groans]

You're not the bedridden type,
Your Ladyship.

- Beg your pardon?
- Well, it's a grand occasion tonight.

And I know you'd rather not go, but...

[sighs] ...we both know
that's not an option.

So, let's show them.

[Hezekiah] Morning, Mr Lao.

Alec said I could find you here.

Hezekiah, come and join me.

I love watching the river traffic.

Think of the great galleons and souls
that have passed by.

And now we are here.

[Lao sighs]

It's an ugly river.

[chuckles]

Hezekiah...

don't see my participation
in Mary's criminal scheme tonight

as encouragement for yours.

This is what I wanted to tell you.

I mean, a promise of pounds... [scoffs]
...that's encouragement enough for any man.

I'm not interested in the reward.

Not really.

For me, it's about a...
certain species of closure.

It's different.

We are both dancing on a knife's edge.

Could very well slip.

I don't have nothing to lose.

[in Hakka Chinese]

[grunting]

[in English] Right, we're all set up
over here in the snug.

[Treacle chuckles]

I know it's not Buckingham Palace, milady,
but it'll have to do, all right?

- [chuckles]
- [Treacle's wife] Mmm.

Happy birthday, Rosie.

[Treacle's wife]
Say hello to your uncle Sugar, girls.

[children] Hello, Uncle Sugar.

Oh, look at this. Isn't that lovely?

Did Punch do this or who?

- [Treacle] Sugar.
- Sugar did it?

- Yes.
- It looks so yummy.

[Treacle's wife] Aw, look at that.

- [Treacle's son] More greens? There we go.
- [Rosie] Yes, please.

- [Treacle] Who's hungry?
- [Rosie] Me.

[Treacle] Is this a nice birthday,
darling? Hey?

[Treacle's wife] Gonna have to say thanks
to Uncle Sugar now.

- He did all of this.
- Come.

- [Treacle's wife] Yeah, that's perfect.
- Fine. Fine, fine, fine.

[clears throat]

Please come, Brother.

It's Rose's birthday, and she wants
her favourite uncle to sit next to her.

I'm cleansing me blood.

[coughs]

Tom.

[whispers indistinctly]

Go on.

[Tom] Can I help you, Uncle Sugar?

Put on the mitts.

- [Tom] Okay?
- Yeah.

You ever fought before?

No.

- [Sugar grunts, vocalises]
- [breathing shakily]

[vocalises]

[Tom sniffles]

Go back to your mama.

Oi!

Well, you're the oldest.
Do you understand the meaning of that?

Boxing's a family trade.

You will learn to fight,

or this world will swallow you
fucking whole.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Put on the mitts.

Are you gonna let him go and do
a few rounds with your youngest now or...

[Treacle] She's fine.

- How old are you now?
- Six.

[grunting]

Good.

Can you see it?

Can you see it, Rose?

You're sad.

[Treacle kisses] Love you.

- [Rose] Thank you, Daddy.
- [Treacle chuckles] You're welcome.

[Rose] Bye-bye.

[Treacle] Love you, darling.

Peggy, come in.

[Treacle, Peggy speak indistinctly]

- Just give me two minutes, will you?
- Behave yourself.

Will do.

A man of temperance, I see.

Striking speech at West London.

- I said nothing other than the truth.
- I'm inclined to agree.

How's a man who carries on like the Duke
of fucking Wellington inclined to agree?

You've got me wrong. I'm a Fields boy.

- Marylebone.
- Don't know what you mean.

My point being is that
there isn't much daylight between us.

I know all the history and the legends.
Figg, Broughton, Mendoza--

I smell rehearsed lines.

Mr Goodson, I fought on the barges
and under the bridges,

but I'm also a man of science.

I read Darwin,

and he says that as new species
in the course of time are formed,

others become rarer and rarer
and finally extinct.

How can we help you, Peggy?

I'd like to trial you, Sugar.

I believe you've got what it takes
to fight for me out West.

And that's where Hezekiah will be.

I thought the lion tamer
was your new plaything.

Listen, you're the king
of the East End right now,

but I could make you a name.

I could fix you a title fight
with Buster Williams himself.

Imagine it.

Sugar Goodson,

World Champion.

It's got an undeniable ring to it.

You have a way of riling me, Bettinson.

He doesn't mean to, Brother,
he's just setting forth his views.

Look, you can trial me,
but only if it's here,

the Blue Coat Boy, tonight.

Those are my terms.

Marylebone boy.

- If you have something to say, say it.
- I have nothing to say.

I have one thing fi say.

We are making ourselves puppets
for Mary and Peggy.

Did I not win
and have those boasty people applaud us?

On Mary and Peggy's terms.

We need fi cut them out.

We did not come to England
fi get new-style overseers.

I'm not so sure about Mary.

Learning 'bout her.

Wait, since when you start trust
fucking white girl?

Trust is a strong word, brother.

Even the needlewomen
of Morant Bay hated our kind.

What makes you think a London woman
would be any different?

Till she wrong me, I won't judge.

She broke your finger.
You help her cut off a man's arm!

I'm not even gonna mention
what happened with Sharkey Devenish.

Has the ancestors really not warned you
of the buckra?

[sighs]

Playing safe in life is a sad thing.

[sighs]

And we have seen
how quick life get snatched away.

Okay, Hezekiah.

Go about your secret business.

- [knocks on door]
- [sighs]

You have something for me?

You're late.

You all right?

How kind of you to ask.

Remove your waistcoat.

And the shirt.

[Hezekiah sighs]

There must be an origin
for your odd habit of listening to women.

The slave master set out to break the men,
to make them ghosts.

So women had to step in.

They raised Jamaica.

That's the origin.

Fine job they did, Hezekiah.

Your role tonight is very simple.

You get me through that door,
draw the guests' attention if needs be.

It shouldn't be a challenge.
They will be fascinated by ya.

I'm not interested in them.

I only want to know what you think.

[whispers] I haven't decided yet.

We leave in an hour.

[sighs]

You sure this will work, Mary?

Trust me.

[European chamber music playing]

[chattering]

You must be the Lord's pugilist guest.

One Hezekiah Moscow of Jamaica

and his companion, Augusta Lady Farnley
of the Highgate Theosophist Society.

Mr Moscow, isn't it?

Yes, Your Lordship.

[chuckles] Bloody pleasure to meet you.

Peggy's waxed lyrical about you.

Milady, uh, I don't believe we've met.

And who might your husband be?

- [Percival clears throat]
- Yes, Percy. Loud and clear.

My apologies. I must dash.

I'm playing the role
of Sinophile diplomat tonight.

We'll rendezvous later
over a glass of Cima Corgo port.

[chuckles]

Yes.

Oh, really? Have you?

[Percival] His Excellency,
Li Hongzhang and the Chinese delegation.

[Earl] Your Excellency.
Welcome to Lonsdale House.

I'm humbled, nay,
delighted to make your acquaintance.

This is Mr Chen.

He'll be our interpreter for this evening.

Interpret.

I am honoured to be of service,
Your Lordship.

Mm-hmm.

[in Mandarin]

[guests murmuring]

[in English] Let me introduce you
to our esteemed guests.

This gentleman here is Lord Granville.

If my father could see me now.

Belly of the beast.

Life is so strange.

Are you nervous?

The Lady Augusta Farnley
doesn't get nervous.

- I am watchful.
- [guest 1] Ask him!

- There's a difference.
- Ah.

- [guest 2 clears throat]
- [guest 1] Ask him.

Excuse me? [chuckles]

Are you the boxer that Lonny Boy
has been talking about?

[scoffs] In all likelihood, yes.

- [guests chuckle]
- [guest 2] You're brilliant.

It's the greatest pleasure to meet you.

[Punch] Here.

[server] Watch yourselves, gents.

[patrons chattering]

A boxer is nothing
without his loyal second.

[Treacle] Where's Hezekiah?

Hezekiah is going about his business.

His horizons stretch
far beyond this place.

I've met many a men who thought
themselves better than they were,

and that was their downfall.

That's my brother. Watch your mouth.

I'd say the same thing,

but my quarrel isn't with you, Alec.

Your brother wants to kill my brother.

Of course your quarrel is with me.

I'm willing to work in such a way
that those end times never come to pass.

Speak.

Sugar and Hezekiah fight in the West End.

With an agreement from Peggy,

we place them on opposite sides
of the tournament

so that they can only ever meet
in the final.

If they both make it there.

You have my attention.

But what about this candle
Sugar holds for my brother?

[scoffs] I'll blow it out.

I don't believe you can do that.

- It's hatred.
- Oh, I wish it were just hatred.

I'll move him on. Trust me.

I'll see to it.

I can't shake your hand.

Why?

Him a watch.

But me take your word.

Yeah.

Right, pub's closed.

- [bell rings]
- Go on. Home.

[patrons clamouring]

[chattering]

[speaking Mandarin]

[in Mandarin]

[guest 1, in English] I must say,
this is a joy. What splendid company.

[guest 2] Absolutely.

Are you a relation
of Miss Victoria Davies?

I am not, Mr Hawke.

She's the Queen's god-daughter.

I thought your presence here tonight
might be related.

[chuckles]

- Let's call it coincidence.
- Right.

So, Mr Moscow, uh, where are you from?

I'll let you guess, Mr Frewen.

[chuckles] Okay, um...

Well, uh, a West Indian Island.

- Barbados, perhaps.
- [groans] Never.

Ah. The man's a Jamaican.
Jamaican with a bit of something else.

A keen eye.

My grandmother was Hakka Chinese.

What part of Jamaica?

I happen to know the island quite well.

In that case, you must be familiar
with Morant Bay.

Uh, certainly rings a bell.

Though I think Mr Carlyle's bell
may be ringing louder.

After all,
he founded the committee defending

Governor Eyre's heavy-handed response
to the rebellion all those years ago.

Were you there?

- [villagers screaming, crying]
- [horses neigh]

- [enforcer] Prepare.
- [gunshot]

I was.

The Morant Bay outrage went straight
to the heart of the Jamaica question.

Could Africans be trusted with freedom?

The answer was a resounding no.

You can only suppress the savage nature,
not vanish it entirely.

A savage nature, you say?

Well, it was not us

who chained the pregnant, enslaved women
together at the auction houses.

[chuckles] I think we can all agree
that was regretful.

Slavery was a moral abomination.

[sighs] Has the disease of abolitionism
infected you, Frewen?

Do you seek the abolition of gravity too?

Land cleared with Saxon British blood
now goes barren.

It was your people who exhausted the land
with your greed and cruelty.

Tell me, Mr Carlyle,
why does England have workhouses? Hmm?

Why do beggar children starve outside
this very house whilst we feast like gods?

So you speak ill of my people,

but I discover new outrages
in your land every day.

You may sit at this table
and think yourself like me,

but I am born wiser than you.

It's God's law to return you
to a new servitude.

I sit here because you and your ilk
couldn't shackle the truth forever.

And as for your servitude promise,
I wish you luck on that mission.

[scoffs]

You know, now I think of it,
the Morant Bay rebellion did succeed.

My people won.

A seed was planted deep in the soil.

[scoffs] Actually,

I would like to propose my own toast.

To Jamaica and its lasting victory
over the British Empire.

To Jamaica and its lasting victory
over the British Empire.

[Sugar grunts]

How do they feel?

Like lead weights on my fucking soul.

[chuckles]

It'll be second nature in no time.

- I'll buy you a whisky.
- Sounds good.

Do you know the Queensberry Rules,
Mr Goodson?

- Why would I?
- Three-minute rounds.

You score with clean hits

from the knuckle part of the glove
to the head or torso.

No grappling.

That's the gist of it.

I'll keep the time.

- Round one.
- [bell dings]

[Treacle] Come on, Sugar. Right, go on.

[Peggy] Distance, that's it.

Keep that distance.

[Treacle] Take your time, take your time.

Get off the ropes.

I can't feel your fucking punches,
you weakling.

Enough, Sugar.

- [Peggy] Oscar, get up.
- [Oscar grunts]

[Peggy] Come on, get up.

- You're okay.
- [groaning]

[Peggy] Good boy. There you are.

One sees blood in West London
and blood here,

and you could mistake them
for the same thing.

But we are civilised men.

As long as I fight Hezekiah.

That's all I want.

I'll take you on.

You'll get your chance.

But you will know the difference.

Your Excellency,

on behalf of Her Majesty
and her government of Great Britain,

I humbly present to you this gift.

[guests applauding]

This is
a royal silver holloware collection

made by Her Majesty's jewellers of choice.

The finest in the land and forged solely

- for the Chinese Emperor.
- [speaking Mandarin]

[jeweller] There are 80 pieces
in the neoclassical taste,

cast with interlacing arabesques,

undulating foliage,

with a coat of arms
or engraved with sabre.

We have a hand chased trophy cup,
a five arm candelabra--

- May I interrupt?
- Uh...

In His Excellency's culture,

gifts are given privately.

So as you can understand,
this is a matter of great offence.

[guests murmuring]

- Nobody informed me of this.
- It is an ancient custom.

Of course. And I respect that.

And I apologise for any offence
that I've caused.

He tells me he enjoyed
the European chamber music earlier.

Perhaps we can move to the drawing room.

In the meantime, His Excellency requests

that we lock the room
and leave me the key for safekeeping.

Let's reconvene in the drawing room.

To the drawing room, everyone.
[chuckles] Let's go.

- [guest] Yeah.
- [Earl] Chop-chop.

Let's go, Percy. Fetch the quartet.

[in Mandarin]

Ah-- [sighs]

[clamouring]

[in English] Out the way, out the way!
Move! What the bloody hell is going on?

[cook] A pan of lard caught on fire.

[footman] Hello! Who's there?

[knocks on window]

- Walk on, King.
- [horse nickers]

[keys jingling]

[Anne] I'm not feeling good about this.

It's a full moon, and that's a bad omen.

Oh, give it the rest, Anne.

I'd worry more about Eliza's absence.
That's a bad omen.

For fuck's sake.

Stop with the doom-mongering.
We don't need her, all right?

Quickly.

This way.

[gasps]

[grunts]

Are you out of your mind?

The man treats this place
like a hunting ground.

So smash his skull to a thousand pieces?

- Well, why not?
- We don't need a dead butler

complicating matters.

Open the fucking dining room.

Belle, Esme, get him out of sight.

Meet us in the dining room
when you're done.

[Anne] Got to give it to her.
Balls bigger than a thoroughbred.

[European chamber music playing]

Your mind is elsewhere.

Why?

Don't ask questions
you don't want answers to.

[in Mandarin]

[in English] Your Lordship.

His Excellency wishes to inform you

that he would like to retire
to his quarters.

- In the middle of the evening?
- Yes.

He is tired
and wishes to retire right now.

[music stops]

As he wishes.

I'll escort him myself.

[mouthing] No.

Your Excellency, I hear you're unhappy.

Would you like to come with me?

Uh, Your Lordship? Your Lordship?

Aren't you the co-inventor
of a new English martial art

known as scientific pugilism?

- Mr Moscow, now's not a great time.
- Ah.

- You are a pioneer.
- This way, please.

- [Lao speaking Mandarin]
- That's right.

- I'm a little preoccupied.
- I challenge you to a contest right now.

- [guests laugh]
- No, no.

- Impossible.
- [Carlyle] You can't box the Earl.

[Hezekiah] I would like to box him.

Him spin a good yarn
about him martial art.

But let's put it to the test, huh?

[guests murmuring]

Be careful who you're calling out.

You're talking to a man
that beat John L. Sullivan.

- Ah. [chuckles]
- So sorry.

Fairy tales in your head
don't count, Mr Lonsdale.

[guests chuckling, murmuring]

- Right. Let's fight. Me and you.
- [clamour]

Yes.

- Right now. The old way. No gloves.
- [Hezekiah] Ah.

[guest] Game on.

[Lao speaking Mandarin]

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I have a tale to tell

of Anansi,

a West African spider who cheats death
and fools the devil himself.

See, a long time ago,

Anansi and Fire were good friend.

So, Anansi invite Fire for dinner.

Jesus fucking Christ.

- But I can't hear anything.
- Yeah.

- And?
- What happened to the music?

Well, Hezekiah's the music now.
So to speak.

Right, ladies, hammers.

- [guests cheering]
- Now.

[cheering, shouting]

But Fire tell Anansi he cyaan walk.

He tell Anansi he must lay dry
bush path and him walk on top of dry bush.

Fuck your riddle and fight me.

- [Earl grunts]
- [guests gasp]

[Hezekiah] See,
Anansi married to Ground Dove.

Get the straw all around the silver.
No clinking and clanging, just to be sure.

You go ahead. I can't be seen with ya.

Anansi wouldn't hear what him wife say.

- He laid the kindle on.
- [Hawke] Go on.

But when Fire arrive at Anansi house,

him burn him path, him burn him house,

him burn Anansi alive. [panting]

Or so Fire thought.

See, Anansi did a trap.

- [Earl grunts]
- [guests gasp, clamour]

Oh, are you okay?

[Hezekiah] Anansi put the fire out.

Where do you think you're going,
shop girl?

My job here is done.

[Alice grunts, breathes deeply]

Sorry, Mary's orders.

We need you to look like
the innocent victim.

Being an Elephant
is more than being the Queen's lapdog.

[grunts, groans]

[exclaims]

[Earl chuckles, grunts]

What say we end proceedings now,
Your Lordship?

Never.

No surrender.

[guests clamour]

[Earl groans] I'm done.

You see what you're doing to society?

You turned them into a rabble.

Well, you had my measure.

- Good contest. [sighs, chuckles]
- Thanks.

[guests applauding]

[Earl] So, can our nations
let bygones be bygones?

What does His Excellency say to that?

[speaking Mandarin]

[speaking Mandarin]

A small step in the right direction.

It's good enough for me.

- [speaking Mandarin]
- Hmm.

Mr Chen, I think you're done
for the evening. Sterling work.

Now I'm going to tend
to one's battle wounds.

- [in Mandarin] Wait.
- [Earl, in English] Percy.

[in Mandarin]

- [guest, in English] Good fight, sir.
- Thank you.

After you.

[chuckling]

[both laugh]

[Hezekiah exhales deeply]

[in Mandarin]

[Lao]

- [screams]
- [minister grunts]

[Lao grunting]

[minister straining]

[whimpers]