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That Lydia bitch Quigley.

She's trying to keep me down.

That woman is pure menace.

Sometimes...

God just fills your glass.

What's your price
so I may have her?

I'll be taking sealed bids

for Lucy's virginity

as I did for Charlotte,

my older daughter.

One of the brightest stars
in London's firmament.

Charlotte?

Charlotte, you infernal whore!

‐I want Lucy.
‐Lucy is exceptional.

You may not ever refuse me.

No!

It's my murder now.

The beast requires
feeding again.

The hounds are coming, vixen.

To catch a beast,
you must have bait.

If I knew
the nature of the beast,

how much better
I could nourish it.

If it is you,

who were they?

My mother was sold age 10.

Lydia Quigley

put her to work as a whore.

Charlotte!

Fate has put me in her house,

and I will bring her down.

‐ ‐

‐Which one, which one?
‐How about her?

Angel from the gods

that needs corrupting.

Look at this.

Gentlemen.

And you, beautiful.

These are untamed naiads;

You'll frighten them away.

You must watch them,

like a work of art.

When can we tup the work of art?

When you pay me
three gold guineas.

Each.

All right.

Our Lord knew that virtue

grew in the desert,

not in palaces of luxury.

There is honor in poverty,

and strength in hunger.

Those who turn their backs
on the sugared coin

will be welcomed into paradise.

‐Thief!
‐The Lord is always with you.

‐Thief!
‐lf you give him your heart.

‐Thief! ‐Do not fall into

the fleshly chasm,

for the brief bliss
that it offers

will incinerate your soul.

‐lt matches.
‐Embrace your wretchedness

and be thankful,

for as you chew the dry crust

and thirst for clear water,

know that respite is waiting
in the next world.

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me!

‐No! ‐Am I not even allowed

to speak to him?
I live in the same house.

What exactly are you
accusing her of?

Every time I look,
you're flashing

your cow's eyes at my man.

How dare you accuse me,

I've done nothing wrong!

Am I blind?

How can you deny it?

This is the manufacture

of your green‐eyed soul.

I want you out of my house!

I want you to get out.

I'll not stay to be maligned.

You're in love with him.

How can you deny it?

What?

Don't you feign ignorance
with me, William North.

She plays you like
a tinker's fiddle.

This isn't about Harriet!

I won't suffer her another day.

Margaret!

Maggie, Joseph, get your things.

‐We have to leave.
‐What have you done?

It's been brewing
like a hurricane.

Now it breaks.

Maggie, Joseph, please!

‐Harriet Lennox! ‐Go, go.

Harriet Lennox, I want you gone!

Mrs. Wells, please!

Now you keep
your chops out, Fanny,

or you and yours will be next!

If you doubt
your man's affections,

it's not because of me.

Get out of my house,

you haughty, sneering slut!

Get out of my house!

Go on, get out.

This is a cursed
and god‐forsaken house.

Get out, you spider!

I'm going‐‐

for fear my daughter
ends up like yours.

Go, come on.

You shame us all.

Kitty,

take the gentleman upstairs.

‐No. ‐What've you done?

‐Harriet! ‐My own daughter.

Give her a moment of your time

and she'll take you
to circles of heaven.

You'd foist me off
as a substitute for Kitty?

Lucy.

Lucy.

I don't want you to leave.

That woman killed a man

with her bare hands.

You should leave too.

What are you doing?

There is nothing
where there is no trust.

Of course there's trust.

She's been the poison
between us.

The poison between us

is a rich man's corpse.

It lies strangled and rotting

in a marble mausoleum.

You've gone your own way,

Margaret, always.

Now I'll go mine.

Where are you going?

Pa, don't go!

Jacob, go back to your ma.

‐No! ‐Jacob.

He'll soon be back.

He better be
before she throws me out.

I'll be next, me or Mercy.

She said so.

If she tries it,

I'll come with you.

We could set ourselves up.

I've been thinking a while.

You, me, and Harriet.

Two of us working,

one with the children.

You'd be our bawd?

We wouldn't have a bawd;

We'd share.

I want to live with my daughter.

What about Mrs. Wells?

She uses us, Fan.

I used to pretend
she was my mother.

I know.

Justice Josiah Hunt.

Follow me.

Lydia Quigley?

Charlotte Wells.

W‐what's your position
in the house?

Upright,

side‐saddle,

bare‐back, recumbent...

What's yours?

I'm more than
delighted to meet you.

‐Congratulations on your rise.
‐Thank you.

I wrote as soon as
I heard of your appointment.

Your predecessor
was a dear friend,

as I hope you will be,
Justice Hunt.

I see you've met my fair
adventuress, Miss Wells.

Forgive me,
I don't squander words.

What might you provide for me?

Here, you will find rest,

respite, rejuvenation.

A little more
than that, I think?

In my house,

a man's desires are met

with unrestrained
and willing grace.

It's usually more tranquil here.

May I guess your taste?

You like sincerity,

perhaps a little modesty.

Even‐‐Miss Pettifer.

Or is Miss Wells
a fitting match for you?

I sense a man who likes
an element of risk.

Choose your pleasure.

Lydia Quigley, this is
a warrant for your arrest

as a keeper of a bawdy
and disorderly house.

You're trying to gull me.

I'm no common bawd.

And I'm no common fool.

‐Anne, look to the girls.
‐No, this is a grave mistake.

Find out if any girl
is here against her will.

And I want the name of every
man before you t‐turn him out.

This is‐‐ this is unheard of.

Insupportable.

When it happened to Ma,

it was nothing but a fine.

I'll make sure
the girls are loyal

and you'll soon placate him.

Well, fuck my old boots.

Who put the sour plum
up your arse?

Nance...

Everything you said
is coming true.

You said they'd all leave me,

one by one,

that I'd drive them all away.

Charlotte's gone.

Now Will.

That French bitch has left

owing me 50 pound in debt.

My girls shun me.

That slut Harriet
said my house is cursed.

No one ever did murder
and slept easy.

Violet's been caught thieving.

That new Justice.

He gave Sally McKenzie
a month of clink

for scratching her muff
in the street.

Come on.

You want me to put myself

in sight of a Justice?

Hiding away won't convince him

of your virtue.

The girl needs us.

No.

You're losing
all your friends, are you?

Your mother vexes me sore.

Come home or she'll just vex me.

I know you didn't fuck Harriet.

You don't wear coarseness well.

I feel for Harriet.

Not in the base way
that your mother thinks,

but her and her children.

They make me feel
how precious is our freedom.

No one's free, Pa.

Who's got you in chains?

You're free as the wind.

Tell your mother
to send my things.

I'm stopping here.

Mrs. Wells,

what news of Miss Charlotte?

She and her Irish knave kept me
in print for days.

Did she murder
Sir George Howard?

Go fuck a flogging post,
Mr. Holland.

You stand accused
of common theft;

That during an act of carnality
with James Buckley,

you did steal a cloth purse

containing five shillings
and threepence.

How do you plead?

The man is thick with gin.

He gave me the purse.

I can vouch for her, sir.

I know her character!

Liar, harlot, thief;

Her character is plain.

The witness against this girl

is a notorious drunk.

I'll empty this court

if I hear one word more.

Violet Cross, I sentence you

to be branded
on the thumb a thief

and t‐transported to America

for a term of‐‐for a term
of seven years servitude.

‐No, no. ‐Seven years?

For a five shilling purse?

Fine, give her a fine!

The court calls Lydia Quigley!

What in the name of Saint Cock?

Lydia Quigley,

it has been witnessed
that you do incite,

procure, counsel,
and command young women

to acts of prostitution

and that you keep a bawdy
and disorderly house.

How do you plead?

I'm amazed to death.

I'm not capable of
such appalling things.

I have seen for myself.

I fine you according
to your means.

‐A fine is not enough! ‐Silence!

This is a vile kidnapper.

She feeds the markets of rape!

Rape, yeah, that's right!

Who makes this accusation?

Margaret Wells of Greek Street.

D‐do you wish to make

a formal accusation?

If so, bring me
witnesses and evidence.

Otherwise you speak slander.

Lydia Quigley,

I fine you for k‐keeping
a disorderly house.

Five hundred pounds to be paid
in coin forthwith,

or by time in the house
of correction.

God is good!

Order, order!

Can you pay, Mrs. Quigley?

No, I need time.

You shall have it.

In the house of correction.

God is just!

Take your hands off of me.

Emily Lacey could
get her on the gallows.

Go straight to her,

before Quigley pays her fine.

Nance...

Is she falling?

I never thought I'd see it.

One hard push
and she's in the fiery pit.

Here's your story:

Dame Death faces doom.

Justice has a new d‐d‐direction.

Someone else must have

knowledge of her crimes.

They may come forward.

Waste no time.

‐What are we supposed to do?
‐I've got...

Shall I lock them
in their rooms?

No, take them out.

That isn't safe.

We have to show the world

this house remains undaunted.

Then you take them out.

Gladly,

if you go to the jail house.

Then do as I propose.

Lydia Quigley in jail!

Well, sing my soul.

May she be bitten
by a plaguey rat.

She kidnapped you.

She would've had you slain.

It's time to tell the Justice
what you know.

I can't do that.

Has her money made you soft?

I'll speak,

she'll slither out of jail,

and then she'll come for me...

This Justice is a ramrod;

Straight as a gunshot.

No.

Don't say no
to little Charlie...

Up!

Your ma's in the clink
for being a dirty bawd.

The Justice slapped her
with a 500 pound fine.

I'd say that roasts
your golden goose.

Nance...

Don't let fear hold you back.

She can't come for you
from the gibbet.

I don't wish my mother dead.

But she should be in jail

after what she did to you.

Let's not cross swords
with her, Charlie.

We've everything we need.

Golden Square is my inheritance.

We could have so much more.

Mrs. Scanwell!

Mrs. Wells.

A fine day for justice.

How can you say so?

My daughter is distressed

at the fate of a harlot
she is trying to save.

Miss Scanwell, a word?

Let me give you this.

The last time
you offered me help,

I nearly died.

We both know Quigley connects

to Justice Cunliffe's death.

She didn't hold the knife

but it was done on her order,

I am sure.

Speak out.

Say what you know.

They'll believe you.

I must save a soul today,

not damn one.

Think about how
she abused your mother.

No.

Please, I beg you,
please, please.

Please, please, please.

No, no, please no, please‐‐.

My mother
doesn't deserve all this.

It should be mine.

So the vultures are gathering.

He's here to chuck the cuckoo

out of his nest.

I'm on my way to the Magistrate

to defend your ma.

Will you come?

My mother's
brought her fate upon herself

and I've no choice
but to take the reins.

Where are the girls?

Out, on my orders.

I don't know
what you're doing here,

but I want you gone.

What natural authority.

Your mother will be
most impressed.

Justice, a word I beg you!

We heartily approve

of your actions today.

All but one.

We pray you might have mercy

on the girl named Violet Cross.

She's known no other life
than vice,

but I've seen goodness
in her heart.

Goodness and love.

The bronze?

She is worth saving, sir.

Then take c‐comfort.

It's through punishment
that the felon

finds redemption and God's love.

My daughter taught me the lesson

of forgiveness.

This girl's remorse
may transform her

as powerfully as punishment.

Please,

please have pity.

Show her grace.

Do not make her a slave.

I'll assess her for myself.

Thank you, sir.

I thank you
and I will pray for you.

Emily Lacey won't speak.

The Scanwell girl neither.

Quigley's messenger‐boy,
Rasselas.

He must have some filth on her.

So must your Charlotte.

Charlotte sent me away,

her own mother,

like I was rag and bone.

I'd not go to her
for a golden lump.

Last Sunday,

the body of a girl was found
near Bedford Street.

She had been violated
and most foully slain.

She was last seen
at the employment exchange,

a place you're known
to f‐frequent.

Like many householders,

I go there seeking staff.

You can interview
the maid I hired.

Torment was done unto that girl.

And to the girl
you've just branded

with a hot iron!

Can you not smell
her burning flesh?

Who f‐frequents your house?

Your superiors.

Men of land and parliament,

men who honored you
with your position.

You could have
walked among them.

As my predecessor did?

I'll leave you time
to dwell upon his fate.

Obscure and lowly as I am,

I'm entrusted with the law.

The duty is immense.

I hold the scales
of life and death.

Why are you barring my visitors?

No visitors have come.

What do you want?

I want my Charlotte.

How about please?

How about "Sorry
for what I did to you"?

How about you fuck off

back to Greek Street?

I know Nancy's been to see you.

You must think on
what she's said.

Your Charlotte ain't here.

She's gone to help her new ma
out of jail!

Why don't you think on that?

Shut her out, Grunt.

Lucy?

I'm her creature every minute

of the clock,

guessing her bidding,
working my wits

like a vile, unscrupled whore.

She must dote on you.

I edge towards her secrets.

One day
she'll let down her guard.

When I'm done,

Mrs. Quigley
will be dust and ash.

But she's in jail.
You can leave.

She'll never stay in jail;

You know how it'll go.

I'll not leave.

Not now.

What compels you, Charlotte?

The world is so misshapen.

Must make a corner of it right.

What of you?

Ma thinks you've betrayed her.

Will you talk to her?

And say what?

Then talk to Pa.

He won't come home.

Poor man suffers her
like scrofula.

You should leave too.

You're all grown up, sprat.

We both face ruin.

Only one of us deserves it.

I have nothing
in common with you.

You're right.

For I had friends in court
who spoke for me.

You were jeered at.

Margaret Wells
will hound you to the noose,

and Mary Cooper will
lead you down to hell.

You.

You.

I'll part with this
if you'll take a note

to my man in Golden Square.

That'll do to take the note.

But the ink and paper
will cost you more.

What's your price?

My cudgel wants a tickle.

There's five shillings for you.

Your ladylike hand on my cudgel.

Ink and paper,

damn you to the skies!

Yeah...

Come out with me.

Where to?

Wherever it's bright.

Find some rich culls
and keep what we make.

Are you mad?

Can't stick another night

on my back in this house.

What about your mother?

Fuck my mother.

Are you coming?

Just one more thing,

my dearest love...

My wife would like your wig.

Charlie?

Charlie!

What are you doing?

If I'm going to press a claim

to all of her property,

I need to know
the state of her affairs.

Where are you going?

Out.

No, you're not.

Kept my eye off business all day

and now there's culls
to be seen.

Instead of telling me
what to do,

why don't you go and find Pa?

He'll be back

when he's ready.

No.

He won't.

He wants you to send his things.

You can't go out.

It's not safe.

I can look after myself, Ma.

As I've proven.

Lucy, wait, I'll come with you.

No, you will not.

I cherish you, Kitty,
you know that.

But I will not have mutiny
in my house.

So don't try it.

Out.

Gentlemen, please.

From the High Priestess,

Lydia Quigley.

"I am in fetters for 500 pounds,"

and the Wells bitch is baying.

"The High Priestess."

What does it mean?

The Priestess has my name,

and thinks I'll pay
her damnable fine.

Let her rot.

What does the Wells bitch know?

Nothing.

She was there
when you dispatched.

Justice Cunliffe.

We should tell the Archons.

I assure you there's no danger.

We must simply muzzle
the baying bitch.

I propose some sport

in cutting out her tongue.

‐You came. ‐Of course.

You did as much for me.

Private, if you please.

Charlotte Wells...

Curse you to a prison ship

and seven years hard labor.

The fine is immense.

Tell me where
you stow your funds.

Will you tell my son I'm here?

He knows.

Charles is at yours
with Emily Lacey,

on what mission I know not.

He and his doxy

have emptied my pockets.

I cannot pay the fine.

You must have
benefactors somewhere.

No, as you can see,

I'm surrounded by kind friends,

all clamoring to help me.

Is this self‐pity?

It's a fine you face,

not the noose.

Stop stewing
and tell me what to do.

A woman's power
is in her secrets.

I've collected them like jewels

and now they'll keep me safe.

Lady Fitz.

Isabella Fitzwilliam,

heiress of Blayne.

The finest jewel of all.

Do you bleed her,

like a surgeon?

I could ruin her
with one sentence.

Mrs. Wells.

Did you mean what you said,

that you'd throw me and mine
out next?

I'm not a monster.

You're my special girl,

you know that.

You can keep your baby,

till she's weaned.

Now ready yourself for a cull.

No need to hide your face, sir.

Pursue Mrs. Quigley

at your peril.

Would that she‐wolf bite me,

even from her cell?

Consider this fair warning.

I was afraid of her
when I was ten years old.

Not now.

Now I'll shout it to the sky:

Lydia Quigley's
a kidnapping bitch.

Did she tell you to slice
Justice Cunliffe?

Do you do all her murders
for her?

Miss Charlotte Wells,

to see the lady of the house.

Miss Charlotte Wells.

The notorious C. W...

Have we not all followed
your exploits

in the grub street press?

A string of keepers,

their fortunes squandered,

a lover murdered in the park?

Who insults me by inviting
this brazen strumpet

into my home?

Is this your mischief?

For once, I cannot claim it.

Come.

Let me see the beauty
that sent George Howard

to an early grave.

Your business
may be slander, Sir,

but mine is with the lady.

Well, I'll hear it.

Miss Wells and I
will take a turn.

What do you want?

My current benefactor,

Mrs. Quigley,

sends me in her hour of need.

So that is it;
How dare you come?

Her situation
is quite desperate.

I've read about it
in the evening rag.

A stench of crime and kidnap.

How much does she want?

Five hundred pounds, tomorrow.

My brother holds my purse;

I cannot get it.

She's pressed me
to threaten you.

Why?

Does she hold your secret too?

Forgive me.

Perhaps we courtiers

are not unlike you courtesans.

Our lives, like yours,

are a constant game of sham.

Do you ever long to break
from that pretense?

If I broke free
and spoke my heart,

the sea would bubble,

the sky would turn red,

and London would
tumble into dust.

I should like to witness that.

Izzy?

Say nothing.

Come to me at breakfast.

Gentlemen, come on in.

Make yourselves comfortable.

Take a seat.

Relax.

Anne Pettifer,

how dare you take
these girls out!

Emily...

My pretty little doves!

Have you missed me?

Mrs. Quigley's not back?

No, but here's her finest port.

We can't, she'll find out.

Come on, Anne,

you know you want some.

While the cat's away, girls!

Persephone,

where have you been
these past weeks?

I've been pining.

Let me have you.

No.

Come now.

I wrote to your mother
offering excellent terms

to be your keeper.

I burnt it.

I don't like eating seeds
or weird fruit.

I won't be your mistress.

Your hands are cold,

like those of a corpse,

and I only fuck the living.

The Wells bitch
won't be silenced.

She's shouting kidnap and murder

in the street.

That's the youngest daughter,

there.

A peach.

Shall we pluck her
from the family tree?

No.

I want her to savor.

To Violet Cross!

The best thieving whore

in Covent Garden!

Tup me in her memory.

She ain't dead, blockhead.

Tup me anyway.

‐I've fought for England.
‐Five shillings.

You should service
us soldiers for free.

No money, no cunny.

Come on, London,

I am virgin fresh!

Three shillings to see
my little coal hole!

Come on, you sailors,
take me on!

Fuck off.

Mr. North?

Watch how you go, sister.

He's been drinking
since this morning.

Is this your wife?

I have no wife.

She's up at the Wells House.

You can't afford her,
soldier boy.

‐I'm sorry. ‐No need.

You've done nothing wrong.

I have.

I tried to hide the way I feel.

You're a ram, granddad.

Say not a word

or you'll feel my hand.

I'd rather feel her hand...

So you'd defend her honor?

You should take him home,

Mrs. Wells, he's sotted.

You stay away from my house.

Your house?

What, as if I had no part
in your success?

If my skin were of your color,

you'd never dare speak so.

Bollocks.

Go fetch my linen.

I'm staying here.

That's it, you tell her!

That's how you treat a wife,
grandpa.

You're speaking
against Mrs. Quigley?

I can help you.

I saw.

That night.

He was white‐wigged,
he was wealthy dressed.

Who?

The man that stabbed.

Justice Cunliffe.

You saw?

I can't tell you who he was.

But if I saw his face again,

I'd know.

And would you
tell this to the law?

He's one of the Lords

who murders for the thrill,

and Quigley's their procuress,
I'm sure.

I'll take this bit of flotsam

to Greek Street.

Too much gin, Cherry?

It doesn't take a lot.

Come on.

Am I your grandpa now, am I?

Am I?

Charlotte.

Pa!

Did your ma send you?

Lucy did.

You were looking great, Pa.

I'll bleed all over
your beautiful dress.

I don't care.

Ooh, me, me!

Is Mrs. Wells at home?

Lord Fallon.

I'm here to see her daughter.

They're both out.

Pity.

I'd hoped to take Miss Wells

dancing at Ranelagh.

But...

you're just as lovely.

Perhaps I could entice you
in her stead.

Me?

My carriage

and my coinage await.

I'll do it.

I will speak.

Come through.

Ignore him.

He's a filthy little turd.

Quigley said to me,

"The hounds are coming, vixen."

There's a pack of them,

and Cunliffe was their man.

I'll speak, but no one can know

it came from me.

That's fair.

They'd kill you like a fly.

We'll see the Justice private.

I don't want Charles to know

I snapped his mumma's neck.

But when she shuffles off,

we will have Golden Square.

So that is what inspires you?

Not wrong to have ambition.

Come to the Magistrate's early.

What did the harlot want?

Cumberland sent her.

Isn't he odious?

Pair of unfavorable dice

and 500 pounds is blown off
on a breeze.

You are a paragon of perjury.

It's the truth!

What's the money for,
my sweetling?

You know I am a rogue with dice.

You've done something naughty,

didn't you?

I lost that money on purpose,

and I'll continue to lose

until you allow me
to control my own affairs.

Is this a rebellion?

Papa left
half his fortune to me.

Yes, but you can't manage it,

as this childish antic proves.

It is my money.

You know that I will always do
what is best for you.

I don't want to be at odds

with you, Harcourt.

But you know I'm not
a little girl.

I am a clever beast like you.

Now give me what I want.

Sir?

Look.

Where's my cut?

Little minx.

Nance?

Nance?

I've got us a witness.

He can bind Quigley

to the kidnap of those girls.

Not on the chaise,

she's too dirty.

Emily Lacey will speak.

So will this brave young man.

We've got her.

Fuck me.

No, fuck me.

Fuck you, Nancy Birch.

Where's the gin?

Lucy, get the gin.

And you, you little rat face.

I like you.

Fanny, answer it.

Tell them to wank!

One nice push...

She's in the fiery pit.

Mrs. Wells!

Kitty...

Ma, Ma!

Get her in.

God...