All language subtitles for A.Thousand.Blows.S02E03.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL_HI

[Hezekiah] They killed my brother,
so I killed one of theirs.

When the killer pulled out his gun,
an inch of his wrist was uncovered.

His skin was black.

We're interested in the man who
lives in the Wapping Wall. The fighter.

Mr Moscow.

This is Prince Albert Victor,
second in line to the British throne.

You said you have an offer for me?

[Albert] I have land.

A sugar plantation in Jamaica.
It's a place called Morant Bay.

If you lead me to victory,
then it's yours.

A job's come through from New York.

We have an associate on the way.
She's a very smart woman.

[Hezekiah] You want me to run?

Well, if you don't, there'll be a war.

[Bull] Hezekiah Moscow.
The day of judgement is upon you.

[Sugar] I'll handle this.
You take care of the girls.

Sugar Goodson?

The Jeremy family and the fighting men
of Elephant and Castle

demand that vile, murdering beast be
handed over to our custody here and now.

Or I will burn the Blue Coat Boy
to the ground

with all the souls contained therein!

Jesus.

[Bull] I will burn it. Every single one,
they will die. Bring him out.

Let's have him.

Last chance, Sugar.

I will talk to you, and you only, Bull.

Oh, Mary.

-Is that your pretty voice I can hear?
-[Bull's associates laugh]

[Bull] I should have known
you had a hand in this.

Right, Sugar.
You can hand her over and all.

We take both of 'em, we'll be on our way.

My answer is fucking no!

We don't give up souls
on Goodson territory!

Fuck it.

[grunts]

[Hezekiah] Mr Jeremy!

I am the man you seek.

[Bull] Hezekiah Moscow.

Nice to put a voice to the name.

There's only one honourable way
of ending this.

You and I fight.

One to one.

What do you say?

Well, I say you've got a deal.

They will kill you.

Get in there, get Mary,
and drag that fucking bitch out here.

[lock clicks]

[latch clacks]

Hezekiah Moscow.

The man himself.

[deeply inhales]

-[associates chuckling]
-Oh.

[groans]

What happened to a fair fight?

Oh, I've heard all about you, boy.

I think… I think this helps even up
the odds, boys.

What do you think, hey?

-[associates clamouring]
-[Bull laughs] This makes it fair.

[grunting]

[associate 1] Oh, hit him.
Come on, Bull. Hit him.

[associate 2] Come on!

[Esme] What the fuck
are we supposed to do now, Mary?

Listen, I had Indigo done in for us.

Now you can cower here like lambs
for the fucking slaughter,

or you can back me
all the way and finish this.

[Bull groaning]

Well, it looks like the savage
has won the day.

But the day's not over yet.

[shouts]

[associate] Come here, you.

There she is.

Murdering fucking whore! Come on!

Come on!

-[grunting, clamouring continues]
-[thudding]

-[glass clinking, shattering]
-Shit. They're coming inside.

-Well, what'll it be then?
-Well, come on, girls!

[grunts]

[grunts]

Fucking--

-[Rose] Daddy.
-[hammer cocks]

[shouts]

[Sugar] Oi!

[coughs]

Rose.

[shouts]

Come on, Rose. I've got you.

I've got you. Come on. Come on.

Come on. [grunts]

[Mary] Your kings are dead.

You are a disgrace to the Elephant name.

[spits]

Take your wounded back home
with this message.

The Forty Elephants have risen.

I am queen.

Now fuck off!

[priest] If we live, we live for the Lord.

And if we die,

we die for the Lord.

In a time where life hangs in the balance,

-it can be difficult to find solace.
-[sighs]

But it can be found

when we understand the nature of God.

Oh, come on. We don't need your God.

She's a fighter.

She's gonna live.

The House of God is always open
to you, Mr Goodson.

-[scoffs]
-For we are all His children.

Oh, no one asked you to come,
you fucking ghoul.

-I, uh, understand you're angry--
-I'm sorry, Father. I'll show you out.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sniffling]

[Hezekiah] You're bleeding.

[Mary] It's nothing.

[door opens]

[Mary] How is she?

She'll survive.

[Mary] So are you still planning
to go back to Jamaica?

I have something that keeps me here
a lickle longer.

What kind of something?

Business.

Well, talking of business,
I could do with some of your rooms.

You should go back to Elephant and Castle.

I don't feel at home south of the river.

-A queen with no palace?
-A boxer with no ring.

A man and a woman
with no kind words to say to each other.

You can take rooms at the Green Dolphin.

But me no want no trouble.

That all?

That's all.

[sighs]

Mary.

I received word that the Jeremys marched
on Wapping Wall,

and you came out on top.

[Mary] No thanks to you.

You don't know what you're talking about.

[Mary] You knew they were coming
and you didn't warn me.

I tried, but there wasn't time.

I don't think you did.

What would I have to gain
from having my daughter killed?

To kill a creature that crawled out of you
and ruined you. I don't know.

I don't know what goes through your head.

I built the Forty Elephants,

wretched women who found means
to survive in a world that hated us.

I had to make sure we survived, even
if it meant putting you in harm's way.

You had to show them that
you were worthy of the crown you now wear.

Why are you saying all this?

Because my days are numbered.

There is a growth inside my belly.

Another face-saving lie.

No.

You can feel it.

A notch.

It's a strange thing.

Very strange.

But I've gotten what I wanted.

You are queen again.

Stronger than ever.

I will die happy.

You always looked to me for something
I can't give.

I gave you something
much more precious instead.

I gave you the tools to survive.

I gave you a family.

Don't you see it?

[Victoria] "Abstain from biting your lips
or putting your tongue between your teeth.

Very serious accidents may occur
from doing so.

-The mouth is to be firmly closed…"
-[Albert grunting]

[Victoria chuckles]
Good afternoon, Mr Moscow.

Good afternoon.

Your Royal Highness.

Mr Moscow.

I can't tell you how much I've been
looking forward to today's session.

Have you been boxing, Mr Moscow?

You could say that.

An unsanctioned bout.

Right. Well,

I won't enquire further.

We're not going to box today.

We're going to talk.

All right.

And… what is it
that we'll be talking about?

The man you will be facing

and the fundamental question.

Why do you want to fight,
Your Royal Highness?

It is a vendetta.

I want satisfaction.

A petty grudge?

No, no.

Look, you might not understand.

But as an English Royal,
I am bound by an ancient code of honour.

Then tell me.

I was a naval cadet for three years.

Now, you might assume that someone
of my standing would be shielded

from the brutish mess deck culture, yes?

But you'd be wrong.

There was an older boy.

Well, he made my life a living nightmare.

[sighs] But I am a man now.

And one day, I shall be king.

And when I finally beat him,

I shall be worthy.

There are plenty, plenty trainers
at West London Boxing Club

better suited to this type of fight.

No, but you're different.

I wasn't talking about your skin colour.
I-I-I meant your style.

It's evidently different,
the fruits of it.

I don't follow.

Look, I want the best trainer.

I want someone with that deadly touch.

[clears throat]

[Albert] What?

Boxing

is an art and a science.

One thing it is not
is the pursuit of another man's death.

And I hope I'm clear.

Yeah.

And if you want to talk about killing,

look closer to home, hmm?

Look around you
and remember where all of this came from.

Listen here. I am more than aware

of the blood that has been spilt
on my family's behalf.

But what I can do about it
is another matter entirely.

One thing I can do, Mr Moscow,
is have you train me.

That way I will surely win.

And then you will get your reward.

[huffs]

[Victoria] Wait. Hezekiah.

Hezekiah.

Hezekiah.

I know the arrangement is unjust,
but I encourage you to continue with it.

Why should I let an English Royal
dangle stolen land in front of me?

-No--
-He thinks I'm a savage…

-No.
-…and he wants to learn my ways.

So how low do you want me to stoop,
Lady Victoria?

How low?

My family and I are the beneficiaries
of the queen's kindness.

Yet she claims my homeland as hers.

And whilst I see the hypocrisy, I…

I also understand my position.

It tells me that for all that is wrong
with my life, it is better for me to stay.

Or maybe you've been lying to yourself
this entire time.

I imagine your recollection
of the Buster Williams fight is tainted.

But for me, I saw someone
in total command of their art.

Grace, poise, elegance,

and the most profound dignity
in the face of a hostile crowd,

a hostile country.

I hope you know that this arrangement
was never solely about land and boxing.

I hope you know that.

[sighing]

You can tell His Royal Highness that
I will continue to train him.

But not here.

He can come to Wapping,

if he dare.

I want to shatter his delusions.

I want him to see men fighting,
not for honour,

but for their next meal.

Only then can he understand.

Jane's sick.

She's dying.

[Eliza sighs]

[chuckles]

It was gonna happen one day.

She deserves what's coming to her.

Hey, you let God be the judge.

Be thankful
for what your mother leaves you with.

"Mother".

We're talking a woman
who loves stray birds more than me.

She stuck me in a workhouse
because she saw my father in my eyes.

You coming with me to Wapping Wall

or are you just gonna sit here all day
and enquire into my emotions?

We got a lot to celebrate.

I can't come with you.

I'm queen again, and I need my Eliza.

Oh, Mary.

I'll always be loyal to you.

But the women in the factory,
they need me.

You're choosing working women
over your Elephants?

Well, we're all working women.

In the cold light of day,
what's the difference really?

[clicks tongue, whispers] Don't hate me.

[whimpers]

I could never hate you.

Come on.

You've got to be strong.

Go find Verity.

You're gonna need her.

And you'll be fine,

Queen Mary.

Hey.

Morning, sir.

Is that him?

Is that Charles Duval?

It is.

At least something good came
of this street battle.

What about the dynamite?

We haven't found it yet.

Anarchists, criminals,
they're running amok.

This city.

It's on the verge of chaos.

[Brenner] We've launched search
operations in all commercial properties

across Wapping Docks.

We're pulling people in for questioning
around the clock.

And we've arrested the man that
we suspect smuggled Duval in.

A veteran by the name of Jack Mac.

If he knows anything about the dynamite,
we'll get it out of him.

Who was it between?

-What?
-The street battle.

Those were Elephant and Castle men,

and the Goodsons
got wrapped up in it somehow.

Some say the whole thing was puppeteered
by Mary Carr.

Are you sure?

A witness heard her declaring herself
as queen again,

not just of her women,
the whole Elephant gang.

So we have a stash of dynamite
unaccounted for,

and a Jezebel running loose,

declaring herself as queen in the same
city Her Majesty lives and rules from.

If I were you, I would find that dynamite
before Mary Carr does.

[Mary] I'd like to import
a fuck ton of good luck.

Treat yourself to some while you're at it.

Mary.

Oh, she remembers my name at least.

You can't stay long, I'm afraid.
I'm very busy.

The chairman is in today.

Oh, I won't keep you too long.

You're not planning on
turning the place over, are you?

I'm just here to see
how my Verity is getting on in life.

What's the nature
of your employment anyway?

Correspondence mainly.

The chairman has American shipments
come in to Liverpool.

Look, it's an honest living.

A normal life.

No one wants to kill you here,
which makes a change.

I have a salary, 20 quid a year,

I'm off the drink,
my kids are looked after,

and it's a satisfying job.

Looks pretty fucking dull
from where I'm standing…

[whispers] …and lonely.

I'm on the straight and narrow,
that's what matters.

Verity Ross, you found work
in one of the dirtiest businesses

on God's green earth,
and you ain't no fucking saint.

So, come on, what's your angle here?

You log a shipment, do a bit of magic,
something falls off the back of the ship.

Fuck's sake. [chuckles]

Forty Elephants are back.

A trumpet went over the rooftops.

It went, "We need our Verity Ross
back for the biggest of jobs!"

[chuckles]

"We need our…
[whispers] …forgerer, forgerer."

Was I the last one you came looking for?

I wasn't gonna come to you unless
I had everyone. That's God's honest truth.

Uh, you can find me at The Green Dolphin.

You look good.

[sighs]

[people chattering]

Walking back to the scene
of your crimes, Mary Carr?

I heard an Elephant civil war
unfolded here,

and you've arisen as the victor.

Congratulations.

[Mary] Thank you.

And I offer you my commiserations.

It seems you're still stuck
in the depraved East End,

when you'd much rather be bowing
and curtseying in Her Majesty's court.

You always have something in the works.
So, what's next for you?

Oh, well, retirement to the countryside
with six Great Danes.

[chuckles]

I think I know
why I rub you up the wrong way.

Oh, do enlighten me.

I proved the old lie is wrong.

That common people
were thick and should know their place.

Now, at some point in your life,
you realised you'd been told a lie,

but you'd spent a lifetime protecting it,

so your only option
is to suppress the truth.

Mary.

You may lack morality and refinement,

but you clearly have
an instinct for survival.

Right now, your survival depends
on you leaving London.

That's your future.

This, it's just a courtesy call.

Ah. Well, thank you for your concern.

I have done terrible things
to protect this country.

And I would do them again.

In a heartbeat.

All I see is a foot soldier.

A man doomed to wander
the dead-end streets of Wapping

for all eternity.

[winces] That's biblical, that is.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a dinner to attend.

[people laughing]

-Well… Yes.
-[Mary] Is your first guess?

-Don't speak of me. I wasn't…
-I wasn't…

-I wasn't gonna say… [chuckles]
-…gonna say anything bad. [chuckles]

Bloody hell, look who it is! [chuckles]

[Esme] Verity!

[Anne] Sit yourself down.

-[chuckles]
-Let me get you a glass.

Actually, no thanks.

Lardy-fucking-dardy,
she really did go straight, didn't she?

With the drink, as straight as an arrow.

In my professional work,
what do you think?

What a lovely sight this is.

Warms me to see it.

We've had our scraps,
we've done our time in the wilderness,

but we are still fucking here.

I'd like to propose a toast.

-[Verity] Aw.
-Verity fucking Ross,

-ladies and gentlemen.
-[cheers]

She's back in the room.

[all laughing]

My apologies for the interruption.

I wasn't expecting quite so many of you.

Ladies, this is Sophie Lyons,
a friend from New York.

Make some room.

I don't need pickpockets, sorry.

-[Esme] Who does she think she is?
-[Belle] The neck.

Well, my father should have told you
I don't work in isolation.

I am these women, these women are me.

Well, if you want to cut your friends in
and shrink your end,

that's your prerogative.

But the plan remains the same.

Does anyone have a light?

[Belle] No.

I do.

[inhales, blows]

And what's your name?

Alice.

Alice.

Maybe now's a good time to explain
why you sit at this table with us?

[Sophie sighs]

There's a dying oil man in New York.

Rich.

And I-I don't mean moneyed,
I mean richer than royalty.

He lives out his days
in an empty white marble mansion

on a street called 5th Avenue.

There's a painting,
and he will have it at any cost.

You fine women will help me procure
the work, and you will be rewarded.

It better be a special fucking painting.

[chuckles] Well, it hasn't been seen
in three centuries.

I'm talking about the most coveted work
in New York high society.

Martha and Mary Magdalene by Caravaggio.

Is… Is that all right with you?

Until recently, no one knew where it was.

But then came a rumour,
which became a whisper,

which became a name.

An Englishman by the name of Graften.

I have it on good authority that he is
the one in possession of the Caravaggio.

Have you made contact with his friend yet?

As a matter of fact, I have been sitting
for Sir Frederick Leighton.

He's painting me.

-[murmuring]
-I put in a word for you.

He'd gladly enjoy your special skills
at his soiree,

where Graften will be in attendance.

What exactly are
those special fucking skills then?

[Belle laughs]

Perhaps I can perform
a demonstration for you. Hmm?

This is my Peacemaker.

I carry it for personal protection.

This is a .45 Colt cartridge.

I'm gonna ask one of you to shoot me.

-What?
-[Belle] Come on. Surely not.

[gun clicks]

Alice.

I need you to do
something important for me.

I need you to shoot me in the heart.
Kill me.

You will do it on the count of three.

One, two, three.

[gun clicks]

[gun clicks]

[gun clicks]

The bullet is now in the chamber.

[chuckles]

[chuckling]

-[Sophie sighs]
-[inhales sharply, sighs]

Bra-fucking-vo,
Alice finally has something about her.

-[laughs]
-Yeah, yeah, the bullets are blank.

[all gasp]

[Belle] Bloody hell.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

You're a mesmerist.

[exhales, blows]

People crave belonging.

It's like I see holes in their heads.

So, I burrow into them.

Once inside, I have the power.

[worker] It's coming down now.

[people chattering]

Do you intend to pay custom
on that tobacco?

What'd you say?

I said, do you intend to be a good citizen

and pay what's owed
on your ill-gotten goods?

And who the fuck are you?

A loyal servant of Her Majesty the Queen.

-A minute of your time.
-[grunts]

The body of a woman
was found not two miles from here.

A whore who drowned
in the London docks just days ago.

A rough man came to identify her.

He wept.

It's guilt, I assume.

You can see his name here.

[breathing heavily]

My apologies.

You're not literate, are you?

Well, the name written here
says Edward Goodson.

Now, there are some
that say Edward is a changed man.

And I have witnesses
who claim he was with her on the shore,

quarrelling loudly
the night she disappeared.

My brother…

is a good man.

He's a publican and a father.

No one in this city will believe ya.

He will hang for it, Sugar.

Unless I have your full cooperation.

All I want you to do is watch Mary Carr,

where she goes, who she's speaking to,
and report your observations to me.

You see, a time will come when she is
tried, sentenced, imprisoned in Holloway,

and I will be the one to make sure
it's until the end of her natural life.

[inhales deeply, grunts]

You're fucking deluded.

I'll be on my way then.

Send my regards to your brother.

[grunts]

[children] Mummy, mummy, mummy!

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[Marianne] Oh, my girls, look at you.

You've grown so much.

[inhales, exhales deeply]

[Treacle] Marianne.

[sighs]

Mmm. Come on, come on, let's go.

-[sniffles]
-[Rose groans]

I'm here now.

I'm here now, my sweet, sweet baby.

[Rose] Mummy.

[Marianne] It's all right, don't worry.

It's all gonna be fine.

I'm here.

What use are you
if you can't protect your own children?

Marianne, I let you down. I know.
I'm sorry, please. Marianne, please--

The one thing that was different between
you and Sugar was that you had a family.

You should have protected her.

Oh, Marianne, please. Just listen to me.

I'm leaving ya
and I'm taking them with me.

-Think about what you're doing, Marianne.
-You stay out of it.

-Please. Marianne, please, please…
-Sarah.

-…please. Please, no.
-Sarah.

-No! Please, please.
-Sarah, get a few bags together, right?

We're leaving for Dublin, all right?
Good girl. Go on now.

Help your sister, Thomas.
You'll carry Rosie when we're ready.

I'm not leaving.

You're coming with me and your sisters,
and that's the end of it, understand?

I don't want to though. I wanna stay here
and help Dad. He… He needs us.

Thomas, you're a good boy
with a big heart and a good head.

I'm telling ya, if you stay here,
it's only a matter of time,

you'll wind up dead on those cobbles,

or worse, you'll waste away
like him or Sugar.

I'm not letting that happen, Thomas.

I'm not leaving, Mum.

[chuckles] Stupid boy.
You're a Goodson, all right.

[Treacle breathing heavily]

What do you think you're doing?

You're hurting me.

You're many things, Treacle,
but I never took you for a wife beater.

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

[inhales deeply, blows]

Dad.

[sobbing, sniffling]

[groaning]

[continues sobbing]

I'm lost.

-I'm fucking lost.
-Hey.

[groans]

I won't let you down.

Come on.

Come on.

[sobbing]

[sniffles]

-[groaning, grunting]
-[officer] Go on. Get him out.

[officer 2] Waste of fucking time.

[grunts]

[groaning, spitting]

[panting]

[gasps]

No Gods.

No Masters.