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

Victoria has told me a
lot about you, mr Moscow.

This unfortunate
business about your ban.

I used to run here with my friend.

Him train me and teach
me everything he know.

You know, someone crossed my
path the other day. A certain mr Lao.

There's a dying oil man in New York.

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

The mysterious caravaggio.
And now he keeps it locked away.

Meet our American heiress.

Are you up to this, Alice?

Jane's sick. She's dying.

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

As promised, ladies. Forged
documents for our American heiress.

Bond coupons, travel papers and
even a letter from her darling father.

Silas Drake. Jesus, what a name.

Bet he wouldn't mind a daughter
with a questionable accent

- turning up out of the blue, no?
- Alice will get the hang of it. Won't ya?

Of course I will.

All right, ladies, let's focus on the
job in hand. We've got work to do.

Are you okay?

Where the hell have you been?

What's wrong?

I'm so sorry, Mary.

It's your mother.

She's dead.

Mary? Mary, shall we go there?

Mary, I'm so sorry.

Try again.

Again.

Now find me.

Good.

We're done.

Now, where on earth did you
learn a training technique like that?

My friend was the first man
I saw who boxed the bells.

He would hang them
around him in the breeze,

close him eye, and seek the loudest.

This friend…

Was his name Alec munroe?

Let's concentrate on you.

I read about what happened to him.

Is that why you're returning to Jamaica?

Do you want to put this
awful memory to bed?

Maybe I'm just ready to go home.

I mean, surely there's a
future for you in London.

I mean, I saw you the
other night, mr Moscow,

and you… you possess a unique gift.

That doesn't matter anymore.

The carriage has arrived,
your royal highness.

Yes. I'll be right there.

Be honest then.

With this fight looming…

Do I stand a chance?

Would I be here if you didn't?

Well, that's all I needed to hear.

And then the land will be yours.

Hello, sugar.

Someone told me you
might be down here.

- Fuck off.
- Right.

I've been looking for you for days.

We thought you might've
done something stupid.

I'm not in the mood, sugar.

What's this?

This is business, sugar. Remember that.

I've had to handle it
while you've been away.

What, by selling the
one thing we've got left?

It's your name above the door.

I know.

That place has cost me so much.

I came down here to… to fight.

You know, to see if I was still up to it.

Do you know what happened?

I-I froze.

That's when I realised
that I've got nothing left.

There's no fight in me no more.

Cutting ties with the
blue coat ain't the answer.

You're giving up a future for your family.

Family?

And I'm supposed to trust in
that 'cause of what you say?

No. No. Because I'm your brother.
Right, and we're all we've got left.

So let me fight for the both of us.

Yeah? Yeah?

Come on.

- Hey. I'm gonna fix this right now.
- Yeah.

Mr goods on.

You almost gave me
a bloody heart attack.

We wouldn't wanna do that.

We'd like a word, mr rees.

Take a seat.

I… I wasn't scheduled to
see you so soon, mr goods on.

The sale of the blue coat boy.

It ain't gonna happen.

We have a deal in place, mr goods on.

The deed is signed.

Well, there's been a change of plans.

You don't just renege on a deal
with the metropolitan board of works.

That sounded like a threat.

Merely advice.

That area has been
marked for regeneration.

We're on a march for
progress. That can't be stopped.

Well, that march stops at wapping.

Do you understand?

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Deal's off.

Glad you could join us, miss dower.

Now, as you ladies have
been left without a queen

there'll be a change of command today.

Has no one heard from Mary?

She'll be found when she wants
to be. You know what she's like.

Yeah, Alice is right, and
this job remains our focus.

Today, while I'm working on the
graftons, the rest of you work with Alice.

She's got a plan how you can
walk in and out the front door

- without a second glance.
- We shouldn't be doing this without Mary.

We've got a job to do.
Mary isn't your problem.

Right. Follow me, ladies.

How can you all act so normal
about all this? It's not right.

This is what Mary would want,
belle. This is what she taught us.

I'm curious, miss Bridges.

Where did you learn such
knowledge of the esoteric?

I descend from a family
of bavarian witches.

The knowledge is in my blood.

That was a joke, sir.

They were Romanian.

Sit down, Nicholas.

So, you're shortly to be leaving us.

I have to, I'm afraid.

A generous old client of mine from Boston
has written to me requesting my services.

They must be offering you
something interesting to draw you away.

Silas Drake is a very persuasive man.

Drake? As in, shipping magnate Drake?

You… you know him?

By name only, I'm afraid.

I shouldn't really be sharing,
but his daughter, Lucinda,

has been in London on a
whirlwind tour of the art galleries.

She requires a companion for her
European travels over Christmas.

She loves a soirée or two.

Well, it's a sh-shame that she's
leaving so soon, isn't it, father?

We could've thrown open the vaults.

Miss Drake is in London.

Perhaps we could persuade her to visit
us here at the house before she leaves.

Perhaps a Christmas ball.

As of now, you three are part of
the whitechapel workhouse choir.

Verity will help with the lyrics.

Right.

So, how does this get
us into graft on manor?

Well, Silas Drake is
known for his charity.

He sponsors church
choirs across Boston.

So to show his own charitable
side, lord graft on will invite a choir

of god's less fortunate
creatures in on the day of my visit.

Sophie's planting the seeds
today, and that, ladies, is your way in.

I'm not fucking singing.

You'll cry like a rooster if I
say this job needs you to, belle.

Any questions?

Just make sure you don't cock
this up, or there'll be hell to pay.

Mary would think this is smart.

I'm not talking about Mary. I meant me.

There'll be hell to pay with me.

Do not cock it up this time, Alice.

Everything clear with you three?

Yes.

Good. I'll go get us a carriage.

We're going out west.

Lucinda Drake needs some
pearls for her ball gown, I think.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Miss Lucinda Drake, you are cordially
invited to a ball at graft on manor.

Perfect.

Any news on Mary?

None at all.

You know what I think?

Fuck Mary.

The forty elephants died the
other night with her mother.

You're a big picture girl, Alice.
You know I'm talking sense.

Loyalty gets you far in these parts.

Ambition gets you
further everywhere else.

Look, we don't need to stick
around here after the heist is done.

We could take it all and go.

The painting, Mary's
cut. It could all be yours.

There's a big world we can
disappear into with that kind of capital.

Where would we go?

New York.

You can be an ambitious woman out
there. Take what the world won't give you.

Look, I was part of a wolf pack
like you once, Alice, but it fell apart.

There's only so far
you can go in this world

with people who lack the vision you do.

New York is the place to be,

and if you're as smart as I think
you are, it could be your future.

Mary's sinking. Don't go down with her.

To what do I owe the pleasure
of a visit from my favourite muse?

Are we nearly finished?

Not long now, miss crane.
Perfection is an art in itself.

I don't need perfection.
I just need it done.

Is there…

A reason for your sudden urgency?

What do you see?
When you're painting it.

I see Polly crane, the
swan-necked beauty.

I see proof.

Proof I was here.

Proof I was real.

That's all that really matters.

Most would say it's who you
are to others in life that matters,

and immortality is a vain pursuit.

I never said I wanted
that. I just want proof.

And that is what you shall
have, and soon, I promise.

I recently had a visit from a
gentleman named murtagh,

asking about my models.

Is trouble on the way?

I certainly hope not.

I tend not to ask about the
personal affairs of my models.

Whatever this business is, I
hope it's sorted out. Quickly.

I'm sure it will be.

- Thank you. I shall see you soon.
- Thank you very much. It was an honour.

Thank you. Thank you.

You didn't have to buy me a suit.

I was trying to find a way to express
my gratitude to you, mr Moscow.

Well, you should wait till you win.
Those are usually the conditions?

Not for something like this.

You see, I learned of
miss Davies's investigation

into buster Williams's death.

How it wasn't your fault.

How a blow from any
man would've killed him.

And that is why I simply had to
fight this unjust ban on your behalf.

You did what?

I'm pleased to inform you that your ban
from the west end rings has been lifted.

You can hold your
head high now, my friend.

This fight will put you
back where you belong.

That's it, lads. That's
it. Keep those hands up.

Yeah, keep moving. Come on.

On your toes. On your toes.

Can I sit?

You don't stink of whisky so I
take it you're currently sober?

I heard about your mother.

I know how you're feeling.

You know me so well, don't ya?

Better than most.

Well, you got me back on my feet.

So if there's anything
I can do for you now,

you say the word.

There's people after me, sugar.

Powerful people.

I have no idea how, but they're closing in.

Lay low.

Go to elephant and castle.

See your mother.

Grieve.

Work out your next steps.
I'll keep an eye out for you.

Thank you.

Well… …you look good,
brother. That true?

You don't have to say anything.

Me know me look good.

So good to see you back.

Mr Moscow, sir, great
pleasure to meet you.

We heard about that dreadful ban.

Will you be boxing
again now it's been lifted?

Terribly unfair.

And-and a… and a great deal
more skilful than people present.

- Mr Moscow.
- Yes.

Mr Moscow, I've been
asked to fetch you urgently.

Why? What is it?

It's the prince, sir. He needs your help.

Right, yeah. Go on.

What happen?

Just nerves and too
much Dutch courage.

Will you give the prince some
words of encouragement?

We not have time for this.
Fight starts in 20 minutes.

He's not the first to
seek courage in a bokkle.

Dr randle is asking after you.

- Yes, just tell him I'll be right there.
- Another towel.

- Of course, your royal highness.
- Dr randle?

Yes, it's not official but…

Dr randle's a good
match, a suitable man.

I see.

It's okay, sir.

Albert,

you've risked too much for this fight.

- Don't let it all be for nothing.
- Stop your fussing, will you?

Don't worry about the
prince. I'll look after him.

Okay.

Good luck, your highness.
Remember what this is all for.

- Mr Moscow is relying on you.
- Yep.

Good luck.

Harold.

You're not gonna lose this
fight without entering the ring.

And making his ring debut tonight, a
graduate of Trinity college, Cambridge.

Please welcome James
eade, Earl of langleybury.

And making his own ring debut tonight,

his royal highness and
second in line to the throne,

prince Albert Victor of wales!

- Are you good? Relax.
- Seconds out.

Gentlemen, you'll
approach the scratch for me.

You may touch gloves if you wish.

Ooh! Right then.

Fight!

Right.

If this is the next line
to the British monarchy,

they should castrate you
to prevent further shame.

Hey, hey!

It's the end of the
round, no fighting, chaps.

Back to your corners.

Focus, Albert. He is not your
bully, he's simply your opponent?

Now, next round his
confidence will be high.

Use that against him.

- Okay.
- …Round two.

Ready?

Control, control.

Come off the ropes.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

- Break! To your corner!
- Good.

- You good?
- Yes.

You see what I see?

Keep your guard up.

So, you know what you have to do?

All right.

Seconds out.

Move forward with your right foot, sir.

Come on, sir!

Yes.

Get him with another
hook. That's it, James.

Good boy, that's it. Keep going, come on!

What are you doing? James!

Yes!

That's it! That's it!

Yes!

One, two, three, four, five!

No!

Yes!

Yes!

His royal highness, he's
done it, ladies and gentlemen!

His royal highness!

So, this is what you got to show for it?

All them years being queen
and this is what you're left with.

Sleep well, mum.

You think I didn't notice you?

We need to go.

Go!

- Like a wager, you know?
- Right.

You, sir, been watching
me since I arrived.

Who are you?

Nathaniel Washington. Pleasure
to finally meet you, mr Moscow.

The man from Jamaica who
turned British boxing on its head.

Men like you… …inspire revolutions.

What do you want, mr Washington?

To remind you how they
shunned you from this world.

The ban was a joke.

Everyone in New York knew
that Jerry Knox was a crook,

but news doesn't travel
that fast over water.

Until tonight, see, I heard
men call you a killer…

As praise…

As an insult.

These aren't the men you should
be restarting your boxing with, brother.

And you are?

Look…

I got a few exhibition
fights lined up while I'm here

that I'd love for you to be a part of, right?

No hang-ups, no judgement,
no fancy pants rich boys.

You get in the ring with me, it
all becomes pure again, just sport.

I don't need an answer now, right?

Think about it.

I heard about Jane, so
I knew where you'd be.

I just wish I'd have been there sooner.

You was there when you
needed to be, that's all that matters.

Looking at her was like
looking into the future.

She worked so hard for
her empire, and for what?

Fuckin' flowers…

A cold bed, empty house.

Mary, look at me. Look at me.

You are not your mother.

You know what love is.

No.

I should get going.

By the sounds of things, your
factory girls need you more than me.

With men like that after you,
you're… …you're not safe on your own.

I don't need a bodyguard, I just need
another fuckin' drink, and the truth.

They didn't look like elephant men.

'Cause they weren't, Eliza.

I've seen men like that before
and I know who sent 'em.

Mary.

Sugar!

What have you done?

All this talk of grieve, see your
mother, was it just a set up?

What happened?

Two men tried to kill me tonight,
sugar, in my mother's home

and the only person who knew
about my movements was you.

So, who the fuck have
you been talking to?

Who the fuck have you
been talking to, sugar?

Murtagh.

What the fuck are you
doing with a man like that?

He'll have us both killed.

How long have you been
passing information to him?

'Cause that… fuckin' hell. That's why
you've been asking all the questions.

Fuckin' hell. The heist,
does he know about that?

How long has he had
men following me, sugar?

I don't know.

Don't… you don't know
what you have done!

He threatened me.

Said I had to give him information on
you, and if I didn't give them it, then…

Treacle would hang. I had no choice.

But I didn't set you up tonight, and I…

I didn't think they'd try to kill you.

Why'd it have to be you?

I f… I trusted you.

I'll fix it.

No.

No, you… you just stay away
from me. You fuckin' scum.

I could see the punches coming,

I moved out the way and I
administered the final blow.

- I'll take you, eddy.
- Well, come on then, Charles.

It was a great bout, eddy.

You're leaving?

Mr Moscow!

You must be so proud of eddy. Please.

Lovely to meet you.

Yes, yes. All right, chaps,
leave the poor man alone.

Now, you have your victory.

I hope you remember
your promise to me.

Well, my good man, of course!

Someone will be in
touch with you shortly.

Don't forget what you learn.

Never.

Look after yourself, mr Moscow.

Now here, here he
is, the man of the hour!

- I'll meet you by the carriage.
- Thank you.

Congratulations.

Yeah, it was you who had faith in him.

You will write, won't you?

Of course.

You love him?

This man.

In my world, you don't have
to love someone to marry them.

I want to thank you, miss Davies…

For reminding me of my purpose.

Thank you for reminding
me that I still have my own.

You have your land now, but don't
forget where your heart is, Hezekiah.

Victoria.

What are you doing?

Sugar.

I fucked up, treacle.

Why? What's happened?

Mary almost got killed tonight.

It was all my fault.

What you on about?

What the fuck do you mean?

I mean, I had a choice
between you and her,

and I chose you.

Now, I've seen the police reports
about the body found by the river.

So I need to know…

Did you kill that woman?

Do you know how hard it is to
even remember what day it is?

It is fucking dark in here, sugar, and…

I can't remember.

I'm… I can't.

But I know what kind of man I am, and…

Sugar, I couldn't…

I would never.

Right now, we're in danger,

and we can't afford to doubt each other.

You asked to see me, sugar.

Mr Lao.

- Get him a drink.
- Yeah.

- Mary, Mary, what happened to you?
- I need to leave.

Who did this?

It's…

It's not your concern,
hez. This is on sugar.

- Sugar.
- Stop. It don't matter.

So, where you planning to go?

I… I don't know how you do it.

- Do what?
- Care.

After everything that happened.

I learned what it's like to be let down
by someone that you put your trust in,

and I don't know if I
have it in me to forgive.

And I… I know you
probably can't either, but…

I am so sorry…

About Alec.

'Cause it was my fault.

I… I was just too… too
scared to tell you the truth.

Alec is resting, Mary.

We should leave him to rest.

Me hear about your mother.

Me sorry about that.

I understand what you might be feeling.

I just want you to know that.

You're both here. Good.

What you want, Thomas?

Sugar wants to speak to you both.

Fuck that!

He has a proposition for you.

You gotta hear him out, at least.

What?

You're probably wondering
why I've gathered you all here.

I understand that some
of you may wish me dead,

and I don't blame ya.

But we have a common enemy.

Which is why I've
brought you here tonight.

And thus, they gathered.

Scheming, plotting, planning.

With black hearts and blacker souls.

Sugar goods on

and his murder of crows.