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There is a growth inside my belly.

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

I have land. A sugar
plantation in Jamaica.

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

You can tell his royal highness,
that I will continue to train.

But not here. He can come to wapping.

Forty elephants are back.

We need our… …forgerer, forgerer.

Ladies, this is Sophie lyons.

There's a dying oil man in New York.

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.

As a matter of fact, I have been
sitting for sir Frederic Leighton.

He's painting me.

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

You're a mesmerist.

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

You're many things, treacle,
but I never took it for a wife beater.

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

A rough man came to
identify her… Edward goods on.

He will hang.

Unless I have your full cooperation.

- You seen treacle?
- No. Sorry, sugar.

Seen your father?

No. Didn't come home last night.

There's still time to add you to this.

Sure you don't wanna fight?

You haven't given up by now?

We'll get a crowd in, get some
excitement back in people's lives.

In the ring, you and my dad were heroes.

He needs this.

I told you.

Those days are done
for me and your father.

Don't worry.

I'll bring him home.

What the fuck do you want?

Is your father around?

You can talk to me.

Well, I hear the fights are coming back.

I need a place to train somebody.

And I hear you're fighting on the
barges, and I need a house fighter.

- I'll pay you.
- No, me can't do that.

Look, you should have
been world champion.

Everyone knows that.

The whole of wapping would
turn out to see you fight again.

Don't you miss it?

No, I don't.

Tell you what, I'll give you 30…

No, 40% of the night's takings.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Not here.

I'm not fighting again.

So why would I let you train here?

Well, I can pay you.

I'm training a rich man.

Ten shillings for half a day.

Fifteen.

All right.

And you finish fixing up the ring.

Maybe you'll get a taste for it again.

Please welcome
Hezekiah "the lion" Moscow!

What are you doing here?

But didn't you get my letter?

I thought I'd bring our
latest shipment down myself.

You-you can't be seen here.

Mary's visited.

She can't afford any trouble and
you're supposed to be a dead man.

I wanted to talk to you.

No, I need to get you out of here now.

Have you seen Hezekiah lately?

Don't go to wapping.

It's too dangerous.

I'll be careful.

Thank you.

It's gotten rid of the last of
it, and you're gonna be fine.

You should have come to me sooner.

I'm grateful.

Not everyone can afford this.

Yes, but you can.

So promise me you're gonna
stay away from that factory now.

When are you coming back to wapping?

We won't get another
chance like this one.

You don't have to do this.

I can't abandon those women.

You of all people should understand that.

Have you seen your mother?

I'm going to.

Well, don't put it off.

May I, madam?

There's our target, lord
graft on, baron of lewes.

Married?

Recently widowed.

They say the painting
was in his late wife's family.

- Here they come.
- S'il vous plaît.

Let the game begin.

UN moment, s'il vous plaît.

Miss crane, you made it at last,

and this must be the
mesmerist from New York.

Miss Isabel Bridges, this is sir
Frederic Leighton, artist extraordinaire.

You're very welcome.

Lord graft on, mr John
budgen, may I introduce to you

my latest model, the
mysterious miss Polly crane.

And this is miss Isabel Bridges
who will be entertaining us later.

Did I hear that you were a mesmerist?

Yes, you did.

I find it all so interesting,

the alchemy of art and science.

I look forward to seeing you in action.

And you, lord graft on?

I might need more persuading.

Good evening.

I have spent many years diving
into the mystical world of mesmerism.

Perception, reality, consciousness,

these are all illusions to be
manipulated and played with,

as I shall demonstrate tonight.

I believe mr John budgen
to be enthralled by my art,

which makes him the perfect volunteer.

Please, mr budgen.

Although we met briefly before,

you have no idea what's
about to happen tonight, do you?

I do not.

In a moment, your eyes will feel
heavy and your body sluggish.

You are beginning to feel tired.

Very, very tired.

And sleep.

When I wake you,
you will feel rejuvenated

except for the fact that you
won't remember your name.

And wake.

What's your name?

It's mr…

In a moment you will believe
that you are not able to move.

You will stand up and
try to take a step forward,

but you won't be able
to move your feet at all.

And wake.

Could you come over here, please?

Of course.

You will now believe
that the flame won't harm.

Lower your hand.

When I let go of his arm, he'll wake up
and he won't remember anything at all.

What just happened?

Come and get your paper here!

Early morning delivery.

We're closed.

What you doing here?

Hey.

You should not be here.

I didn't hear from you for a while.

I was worried.

I'm sorry.

Are you hungry?

How does revenge feel?

You know?

Yes.

So news travelled to liver pool?

I hear second-hand about your exploits.

My revenge exiled me from a
life that I now realise that I loved.

The people that I loved and
the woman that I might grow to…

You're always full of surprise.

It's perfect.

Come.

Yeah, come on.

Ya have to tell me.

All I'll say is that she is
a fellow lover of literature.

And a friend of Mary's.

Verity.

I take it you haven't forgiven Mary yet.

You might not want to
hear this, but as I get older,

I see that life is short and
the chances for love are few.

Please, can we just eat

and enjoy this time together?

I'll be leaving soon.

I used to run here with my friend.

It's a good spot.

Him train me and teach
me everything he know.

Keep me on my toes.

What do you think he'd
make of my progress?

He'd say you have to
work on your stamina.

It's time to get you back in the ring.

It's about bloody time.

Hello, darling.

Aw.

'Scuse me.

I'm guessing he won't last.

- Thomas goods on, this is…
- eddy.

Goodson? You're not one of the
famous fighting good sons, are you?

I suppose so.

It is an honour to meet
you and to train here.

Is it always this quiet?

Not for long. Thomas
has got great plans.

I don't doubt it.

- Ready?
- Yes.

- All right, come.
- Nice to meet you.

Come on, get up. We
don't have time for this.

When you fight, you
have to be in the present.

You have to see what's coming.

Good.

You see, emotions cloud your judgment.

In boxing, only thing that matters is
the fight that's happening right now.

Boxing is skill.

It's discipline, focus, and instinct.

All right. All right.

- So it's just footwork, right?
- Yes. Stay grounded.

Victoria.

What are you doing here?

I thought it would be fun to take
tea in the famous blue coat boy.

Carry on.

Come on then, goods on.

Show me what you're made of.

All right.

You know I've picked up a thing or two.

I bet you have.

- Put them on.
- Give him a hand, herb.

Good. Keep your head up.

There-there you go, there you go.

It's good to see you
looking like yourself again.

And back in the ring.

- What do you mean?
- I forgot you could smile.

What will you do, Hezekiah?

With the land, should you win it.

Live on it.

Grow my roots down.

Feel the sun on my skin.

Be at home.

You know, my people
worked that land for centuries.

To own even a small portion of it…

It'd change everything.

It's very different, living amongst your
own people, where everyone looks like you.

Yes.

Were you born here?

No.

In Lagos.

I was so connected to home.

And now I-I don't know where home is.

Mr Moscow.

Same time tomorrow?

All right.

I'll be right in.

I don't want to speak out
of turn, but I have a feeling

life will show both of us
where we belong very soon.

Thank you.

I rather like this thundercloud expression.

What did you think of my friend,
miss Isabel Bridges from New York?

Well, she's certainly got everyone talking.

Everyone was very impressed.

Including graft on.

Poor man.

I hear he's still grieving.

Yes, don't feel too sorry for him.

Really?

Married his wife for her
money and art collection

and made her thoroughly miserable.

It didn't take him long to go
through her father's fortune either.

If he's so broke, why
doesn't he just sell the art?

Pride.

It's the paintings that give his
family the prestige he craves.

Did they have children?

One.

A son, Nicholas graft on.

He too is being prepared
to marry for money.

Quite the family.

I've heard some rumours
about the collection.

The mysterious caravaggio.

- Martha and Mary magdalene.
- Have you seen it?

Years ago.

Never forgotten it.

And now he keeps it
locked away for safekeeping.

That painting needs to
be shared with the world.

I've tried to convince him.

I might have a rather
bold idea that could help.

Welcome, miss Bridges.

Would you?

Please.

Thank you.

How was the journey down?

Very good, thank you.

Good.

I heard you have a famous art collection.

Yes, that's correct.

Well, then why not show it off?

Yes. Why not?

Thank you.

To your very good health.

And yours.

Leighton tells me you
also read tarot cards.

Yes.

Why do you need them? If you
can read people as you claim.

I can read people, but tarot
offers me a window into the future.

However, the subject needs to be open.

So are you, lord graft on?

How does it work?

Shuffle the cards, and in your head,
think of the question you want answered.

Let's see what they advise.

Punch.

Punch.

Can we talk?

What do you want?

I'm starting the fights
back up at the blue coat.

No.

I wouldn't get involved
in your goods on chaos.

They'll work you to death in there.

But in the ring, you were something else.

You were brilliant.

Made people laugh,
brightened up their shit week.

I was there, I saw it.

No, it wasn't what I was expecting either.

Doing this with sugar?

Hezekiah.

How the hell did you swing that?

It'll be different this time.

It's a new goods on era.
I'm introducing gloves.

Whoo.

Look, Saturday night, what do you say?

All right then.

But you better know what you're doing.

You seen treacle?

- No. Why?
- He's gone missing.

It's been a few days.

I'll keep an eye out for you.

You been drinking again?

No.

So why do you want to see me?

What you been up to?

Not much.

Hanging around the art
world, doing a bit of modelling.

It's not as fun as it sounds.

You posing for dirty pictures?

The artist is Frederic Leighton.

What, are you stealing art?

No.

It's for fun and legacy.

Why are you so interested?

No reason.

You know, someone
crossed my path the other day.

A certain mr Lao.

Are you sure?

He was crossing the square.

Dressed differently, but…

I know it was him.

You'd better watch your back.

I'll deal with it.

Mary, it's all done. We're in play.

Least I can rely on someone.

Hez.

Where's Lao?

I stuck my neck out for
him, he broke his word.

He knows to lie low.

Well, sugar saw him. Do you
know what this could mean for me?

I got a big job on, the
biggest steal of my life.

Murtagh's on my case.

I could hang.

The only people that know
are you, me, and sugar.

And you can trust
that none of us will talk.

Tell him he needs to
fuck off back to liver pool.

Your secret, it's safe with me.

No, that's mine. Here we go.

- You all right, Mary?
- I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?

Just checking.

She's here.

Good trip?

It was illuminating.

Did you see the painting?

Could we have a quiet word?

It's all clear.

Anything you wanna say to me,
you can say in front of everyone.

Well, this job might be
trickier than I thought.

Really? How… how come?

Did you know he kept it locked away?

Yeah. I may have had an inkling.

Yeah, well, I'm not someone
you can play games with.

When I say I'll do something, I deliver.

So if you know something,
I suggest you tell me.

Well…

I may have a bit of a plan.

But first we'll need to
renegotiate our terms.

Glad to see you've made
the right choice, mr goods on.

What have you got?

Mary's moving into the art world.

She's modelling for Frederic Leighton.

The president of the royal academy?

So that's her next target?

I don't know.

Then what's her plan?

I don't know.

Tell me.

Where's that brother of yours?

I hope my men find him

before some other unfortunate
woman is fished out of the river.

I'm going to give you one last chance.

If you care about your brother, you will
tell me precisely what Mary carr is up to.

I saw Lao in wapping.

That's impossible.

I swear it was him.

On his way to the green dolphin.

Meet our American
heiress, miss Lucinda Drake.

Imagined daughter of
the actual Silas Drake,

wealthy shipping magnate
whose details our verity can access.

Don't you think we should introduce

this art loving debutante
to young Nicholas graft on?

She's especially passionate
about the Italian baroque.

Yes, forcing graft on to entertain,

showing off his magnificent
art collection to reel her in.

And that is how we get our painting.

So, are you up to this, Alice?

Course she is.

A couple more for you, sugar.

Come on, let's get moving.

Two hours until we open.

Eight minutes to showtime!

I've missed this, hey?

Where's Hezekiah?

I mean, I did ask him.

I should have fucking known.

No, son, you can't mean to...

I asked everyone but no one stepped up.

So what am I supposed to do?

Do you want to fight in my place?

These people came here for a fight.

And I won't let them down.

Let's give 'em a show.

Fucking hell.

All right, mind out.

Welcome back to the
world-famous fight nights

at none other than the legendary
blue coat boy inn and fucking restaurant.

Now there's a new era
here at the blue coat boy,

and befits the fashion of the day.

We will be wearing gloves.

If you fancy your chances, sign
up here to fight Thomas "the…".

"Slayer" goods on.

The fearsome goods on name
needs no explaining in these parts.

No, he's descended from a
long line of savage fighting men.

It's in his fucking blood!

Right, talk amongst yourselves.

Who's up first?

Shit.

Right, you're up first. Let's
give him a fighting chance.

- Oi!
- Oi, you'll get your fucking turn.

That's not on.

All the way from Bethnal Green,
let's hear it for Sam Edwards.

That's it!

That's it! Come on!

How the hell they let this happen?

Him just a boy.

He said you were fighting.

End this.

Now.

Go on, my son!

And that is what you never,
never underestimate a goods on.

Let's put your hands together
for Thomas "the slayer" goods on.

Well done, boy.

That was priceless! Where'd
that right hand come from?

Good lad, good lad.

Right, keep breathing, keep breathing.

I've never seen anything like that.

Punch.

There's no one else can fight?

No.

Right, there's been a change of plan.

And, ladies and gentlemen,
I think you'll like it.

You did good. Don't worry.

Tonight, returning to the blue
coat boy as our house champion,

the true king of the east and west ends.

It's Hezekiah Moscow himself!

Let's hear it for Hezekiah
"the lion" Moscow.

And who is the first man rash enough to
take on the should-be world champion?

Eric the man-eater!

Round one!

Come on, fight me like a man.

This is fantastic.

Lion! Lion! Lion!

Lion! Lion!

Well done, Hezekiah!

Blimey! Right, here we go,
here's your next contender.

Daniel armer!

Round one!

You're a long way from home.

Dangerous for you here, I
wonder why you'd take the risk?

Just like you, I can go
everywhere and be everyone.

There's still something between you.

No, you don't know
what you're talking about.

I can see the way he looks at you.

Does he know how you feel?

Lion! Lion! Lion! Lion!

Let's hear it for our world champion,

Hezekiah "the lion" Moscow!
The new king of the river!

Let's hear it for Hezekiah
"the lion" Moscow!

You've never seen a
sweeter left hook in your life.

Right, for our next daring, or
should we say foolish, contender…

He is also from overseas.

All the way from Ireland.

Give him a big hand.

It's Connor O'Donnell!

This is my fucking ring.

- Come on. You fight me.
- Sugar.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Fuck.

This is your fucking fault.

Is this what you wanted, yeah?

Leave the boy alone.

Sugar.

Enough.

Stay away from my family.

You couldn't even
protect your fucking own.

You're no fucking man.

That's a sorry sight, innit?

You drunk, deluded fool.

That weren't a fight,

that was a death wish.

And Thomas,

that young boy's dreams…

You have to bring everything
down into your madness?

You know his father's roaming
the docks, picking fights.

Treacle need you.

Leave my brother out of this.

People need you to get a grip.

And be the pillar of the
community that you once were.

Seems you took my place.

I don't want it, you know.

I'm done with this place.

I'm going home, back to Jamaica.

You've got everything I ever wanted.

Then you have the gall to stand
here and tell me that you don't want it.

You humiliated me.

You humiliate yourself.

Dad, what have you done?