All language subtitles for Harlots.S02E02.1080p.HULU.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-NTb

Harriet Lennox, I want you gone!

If you doubt
your man's affections,

it's not because of me.

�You've gone your own way,

Margaret, always.

Now I'll go mine.

Lydia Quigley, this is
a warrant for your arrest.

�Pursue Mrs. Quigley
at your peril.

�You must have
benefactors somewhere.

�Lady Fitz.

Isabella Fitzwilliam,
heiress of Blayne.

The finest jewel of all.

�You're speaking
against Mrs. Quigley?

I can help you.

�One day she'll let down
her guard.

When I'm done, Mrs. Quigley
will be dust and ash.

I'll speak but no one
can know it came from me.

�We've got her. �Fuck me.

�No, don't, Mrs. Wells, please.

Don't hurt her, leave her alone.

�Ma?
�I'm fixing her up for the wake.

Take Fanny upstairs.

Stitch that child with silk
and a gold needle.

She'll still be dead.

Struck down by Quigley.

We can't be certain.

We were coursing her
like a hare.

She threw us
that rotten swine's heart

in a bid to stop the hunt.

I wish I'd heeded it.

What will we tell
the magistrate?

We've no proof
to link her to Kitty,

and the molly boy
has scurried in fear.

�We've still got Emily Lacey.

Her balls are bigger
than the molly's.

�lf Kitty was here, she'd
tell you not to cry for her.

�No!

She'd say, "Look at what
they've done to me."

Why in God's name are
you sat on your arse?"

�Fanny!

Fanny's gone off in a state.

�She's lost a friend.

They're scarcer
than hens' teeth.

She'll be back
before Mercy needs to suckle.

�Come on. �Where are you going?

�To clean our hands.

�Has my fine been met?
�lt has not.

Violet Cross.

�My girl could be at your office

trying to make payment now!

�Jailer. �Madam,

harass the Justice again

and I'll stuff
your mouth with rags.

It'll not be rags.

�Miss Scanwell thinks
there is something virtuous

at the heart of you.

Is her faith misplaced?

�I never stole that purse.

My time here is wasted.

�I care very much for Amelia.

I'd like to one day be
as good as she thinks I am.

�Come on.

�I'm interrupting?

�Nonsense.

You must join us.

�I've already eaten, thank you.

�She came for silver,
not spice bread.

I propose...

a little game.

You tell me where
my sister's money is destined,

and we shall discover

if Isabella
has been telling fibs.

�Humor him please, Miss Wells,

or he'll be impossible.

�Very well.

The money is to pay a debt.

�Very good, very good.

What kind?

He makes the game
seem dangerous.

I would rather be rolling dice.

Surely not Hazard,
Lady Isabella.

Not when you already have
this debt to pay.

�ls that your answer, Hazard?

�lt is.

�What a pair
of colluding pixies you are!

�He finds it hard to believe

that I lose so often.

�He has not seen me play.

�No matter, ladies.

My sister's luckless at dice,

lucky in love.

I do hope you can forgive
this imposition.

Of course.

�Never in my life
did I think I'd be glad

to see that muckspout.

�You never said I'd be
hand in glove with her.

�You share a foe.

�She threw me to that foe
when it suited her.

�I'm here for Kitty.

�What's carrot curls
got to do with anything?

�She's dead, Emily.

Quigley had her snatched
from the doorstep.

�She's lying in my kitchen
with her throat torn.

�The hounds... �Emily.

�You didn't protect her
from the hounds.

�She was slain before
we knew she'd been taken.

We have a chance
to see Quigley swing.

�Emily Lacey! �Emily!

�I was coming to see you.

�Mr. Armitage!

�You accuse Mrs. Quigley

of commanding murder
from her jail cell?

�I was warned
not to persecute her.

The pig's heart was a threat.

�What p�proof have you

that this masked man
acted on her behalf?

�Quigley's history is lined

with abductions and killings.

She caters for beasts
with buckled shoes

and bloody tastes.

What proof?

�We know a girl

who escaped her,

but she's too scared
to speak out.

Then you have nothing
against Mrs. Quigley.

Have you not heard
our testimony?

I have heard the hearsay
of her enemies.

�I've never been to a hanging,

but when you catch the killer,
I will go to his.

�I wouldn't hold
your breath, Fanny.

There's not enough lawmen
to protect the rich,

let alone avenge
dead street girls.

�Will you not even try?

For Kitty?

�Women will always be
at the mercy of men's power.

Best just to look
after yourself.

�lt's not your power
we're at the mercy of.

It's your weakness.

�Charlotte? �This lady has come

to pay Mrs. Quigley's fine.

�What are you doing?
�What I must.

�Don't you dare fend for her.

�Kitty Carter was
butchered in the night.

Kitty's dead?

�As a stone.

A victim of your
fine benefactress.

�That accusation is unproven.

The only charge that remains
against Mrs. Quigley

is running a brothel.

Now, will you��will you...

pay her penalty or not?

�On my life, if you do this,

you cease to be mine.

�You gotta trust me, Ma.

�Miss Wells?

�I will.

Please understand.

�Shame on you, Charlotte Wells.

�You��you will not
disrespect this court.

�Shame on you too.

�You foul bitch!

�Kitty's death
will not silence us.

�What is this gibberish?

�Don't deny my girl
was slain on your orders.

You were always her creature.

Even as a baby,
only she could mollify you.

�Go home, Ma!

�You're still sucking honey
from her fingers!

I've no idea what
they're alluding to.

I never harmed
a single girl in my life.

Please tell me you believe that.

�I'm... sorry to have kept you.

�You are busy holding back
a tide of vice, sir.

No mean feat.

�Let me clear a space, Mother.

�I, I am...

yet without housekeeper.

�You have considered
Violet's case?

�I spoke to her this morning.

In truth, I can find
little to recommend her.

�Then you've not looked
hard enough.

�Amelia!

�This girl has flimflammed you

with feigned v�virtue.

�This has long been
my suspicion.

�Then you will not help her.

�God has just granted me

the most wonderful notion.

Could your need of a housekeeper

not be met by...

�Violet!

�I was about to suggest you,
Amelia.

�ls Violet's need not greater?

Her servitude could be to you.

�lt's an interesting
proposition.

�What a gift
your patronage would be.

Violet's path to enlightenment.

�We have no home,

nor money nor food.

What a spell this girl
has cast on you.

Up!

Slattern!

We need to leave,

and your mumma mustn't know
we were here.

Emily, we've claimed
Golden Square as our own.

We will defend it
like a fortress.

Kitty Carter is dead,

at your mumma's hands!

�Says who? �Margaret Wells!

She told everyone
you were dead once too.

I came that close
I can still feel the chills.

I want to live, Charlie.

Long enough to see
my muff turn silver.

�Leave me be.

I'll pay for another night.

Mr. North.

It's me, Fanny.

�Fanny, I know you mean well.

I just want to be left alone.

Something terrible has happened.

�I should've been there.

�Mr. Armitage says
young girls are...

murdered all the time.

�Not in my house.

You may borrow my books
if you please.

Do you think I'd be
a thieving whore

if I could read?

�Will this be your,
first experience

of working as a maid?

�Depends if you count
polishing knobs.

�I have saved you
from the prison,

and yet you show
no gratitude at all.

�lf I'm not free to leave,
then I'm still in prison.

�Say the word
and I will return you

to your jail cell
to await transportation.

There's poxy rats
on those prison ships.

I can't be doing with rats.

�There's port
on your mumma's rug!

�lt's my rug.

Look.

You saddle�goose!

Don't think I won't leave
without you.

�I heard of your troubles,
Mumma.

�Charlie!

I didn't expect you to come.

�Of course I came.

�I've journeyed
to hell and back.

But I'd do it again
to have you home.

�We're going to take care of
everything while you recover.

Sorry, Mrs. Quigley.

We were just tidying up.

You have had a party,

while I festered in a cesspit.

�Just to keep the girls jolly.

You have laughed
at my misfortune

and prayed I would not return.

�We did no such thing, Mumma.

�You have done this.

�No, no, Mrs. Quigley, no.

�He was the apple of my eye

until you consumed him,
you maggot!

�Mumma!

�Don't you dare address me so!

You've squandered that right!

Here is the child
who came to my side.

Here is my rightful heir.

You have had a house
and a son off of me.

You try to take even more

and I'll cut
your fucking throat!

�That could've been me.

Only without the crowds
and candles.

No person should ever be
disowned by their mother.

It's unnatural.

�ls that what you think
most unnatural?

Not raped girls or slit throats,

just your stubby little fingers

slapped away from Mumma's purse.

�Emily! �Her fortune was earned

stealing souls.

�Where are you going?
�To pay my respects.

I'll come.

�They might lynch you.

I might help 'em.

�Ale and rage.

It's a potent mix.

It's the cost of you
leaving us vulnerable

while you took your distemper
for a walk.

�There's no blame
at your doorstep though,

is there, Margaret?

Only bodies.

�You're choking on guilt.

�Mary Cooper, George Howard,
Kitty Carter.

There's that many corpses
clinging to your skirts

you're starting to reek.

We're here to raise
our glasses to Kitty Carter!

One of the best girls
I've had in my house!

�Kitty was innocent!
�No, she wasn't.

She was guilty...

of being poor.

The worst crime you can commit.

�And that's why she'll turn
to dust in her grave

while Lydia Quigley
grows old and saggy.

�lf Quigley is the killer,

why did the law let her loose?

�The law is rigged!

No evidence strong enough
to condemn a white wig,

and none too weak
to hang a whore!

�Violet Cross is in jail
awaiting transportation.

Great Britain's good riddance.

�My uncle went that way.

He shouldn't have died
of a fever on the cross

and ended up fish food.

�Violet Cross is
as light�fingered as they come!

�You sell your cunny for coin!

We've all got to do something!

It's because we're poor!

�How many more of us
are gonna clinch the pillory

or dance with the hangman?

�Yes, that's true.

�We are a sewer full of rats

being ruled by
a handful of foxes!

It's time we showed our teeth!

Come on!

�Everyone out the back, come on!

�Not our own streets, fool!

To the magistrate's!

�Breaking windows
won't see you remembered

or keep your daughter fed.

But I will.

It's his, Lucy.

The bastard that killed her.

�Justice for Kitty Carter!

�Justice for Kitty!

�Here lives the law!

Show him what you think
of how he fucking governs us!

�One rule for the rich,

and one for us!

�Hey, come and face us!

You lily�livered fucker!

Show us your face,
you quivering cunt!

�Come out!

�You soft�bellied cowards!

�You will disperse or face

the full weight of the law!

�Someone has to pay
for Kitty Carter's murder.

Are you gonna arrest
Lydia Quigley?

N�not without evidence!

�We gave you evidence
and you scorned it!

�Then we'll string her up
ourselves!

�Yeah!

You leave her, you leave her!

�You will disperse��Constable!

�Violet!

Great Justice nothing!

�Arrest this woman!

Get her to a cell!

Go to your homes!

Take them away!

�Nancy!

�Hunt's closed the gallery.

�We've scared him witless.

�That's a good thing.

�No, a frightened man

is a very dangerous thing, Lucy.

�I need to speak to Charlotte.

�She isn't here.

This isn't a gated tower.

She comes and goes
as she pleases.

�Give her a message from her pa.

Does something amuse you?

�Only a raven claiming
a swan as its issue.

�I do not claim her.

She calls me Pa willingly.

I hear the names
your boy calls you

would make a mariner blush.

Tell Charlotte

Nancy Birch has been arrested.

She'll want to know.

�You're saved!

�Lucky me.

Saved from having to filch
or fuck for my supper.

�Aren't you pleased?

He said I can teach you to read.

�I'm a lawman's lackey

and a traitor to my own kind.

�You've avoided enslavement
in America.

�What is this
if not enslavement?

No freedom, no pay.

I had to make a great sacrifice

to get you this position.

I chose your wellbeing
above my mother's.

I'm not accustomed
to people being kind to me.

Thank you.

See, you're teaching me
new words already.

�Good God.

The priestess
has slipped her shackles.

�Come.

Are you demented?

�I could ask you the same.

I exalted you
to silence Margaret Wells.

The girl you dispatched
was a common whore

with no bearing
on our business whatsoever.

�We took what opportunity
afforded us;

Low�hanging fruit.

�You've put a noose
around our necks

and handed the rope
to Margaret Wells.

�Bawds are easily dispatched.

�So you would add
to your heap of murders?

This new judge is
adamant I do nothing,

do you understand?

No more games.

�How dare you give me orders?

�Be advised

by your devoted priestess,

and give the banshee
Margaret Wells

no further cause to wail.

�You'd better pray the Archon
doesn't learn of your failure.

�Failure?

�lt was you who failed
to frighten the Wells woman.

What a pathetic figure
you must have cut.

It's in hand.

A daughter she treasures
like a pearl.

She'll do nothing
to endanger her.

�Threats are
clearly ineffective.

�I don't intend
to threaten the girl.

�Take Jacob home, Lucy.

Now!

�Go and get Charlotte.

�Nancy!

�Move.

�Nance!

This is a good woman!

�She has been tried
and sentenced

according to her offense.

�These are the actions
of a tyrant!

�Obstruct the law at your peril!

�Ma, don't!

�This w�w�woman

is guilty of sedition.

She has plotted against
the rightful rule of law.

I am charged
with upholding that law,

a task I neither savor
nor shrink from.

�Tyrant!

Nancy!

Nance!

�Don't do it!

�Shame on you!

�Nance!

Violet!

I r�r�require tea.

Thirsty work, was it?

�I used to think people
who lived in houses like this

were carefree.

�You no longer think so?

�Lady Isabella has
a 500�pound secret.

She mustn't sleep a wink.

�She intrigues you.

�No.

It is you that intrigues me.

I could learn
a great deal from you

if you'd let me.

What are you doing here,
Mrs. Quigley?

�I wanted to thank you.

�Not seeing you again will be
all the thanks that I need.

�lf it were only that simple.

The information I guard for you

grows larger by the day.

If I am to contain it,

I will need further resources.

�I could've had
your tongue cut out

for less than I have paid you.

�lt is not money I require,

but introductions.

New friends of high standing.

�Emptying the coffers
is one thing,

but if I start parading you
amongst our circle,

I would be ostracized
and ridiculed.

�You need not reveal my trade.

�I'm sorry, Lydia,

but the beau monde
will simply not accept you.

Persuade them.

�Jacob?

�Lucy, fetch a basin
of salt water.

God.

The wounds must be washed,
Nance.

�I've been touched by others
too much today.

�Why won't she let us help her?

�Nancy's not like
the rest of us,

every inch ogled by half
the cuffins in London.

She's a secret.

Were you born tired, my man?

I've been knocking for an age.

�I don't work here, my man.

Lucy, the door.

Lucy Wells.

I'm sorry about your friend.

�Did you ever meet her?

�Several times.

�She was very memorable, Kitty,

with her jet hair...

and olive skin.

�She was.

�She was auburn

and alabaster.

Well, that's embarrassing.

I'm afraid redheads
stir nothing in me.

Do I?

�Only a crushing vortex.

Can I see you again?

�This is a brothel.

You can have whatever you want

for enough coinage.

�I don't know why everyone's
calling for Margaret Wells

to be sainted.

Turning her back on people
is what she's good at.

�You don't think well of her?

�I'd see her locked in limbo,

handless, with an itch
in her arse.

�Amen.

�What's she done to vex you?

�She accused me
of coveting Mr. North.

�Well, it's a brave cat
licks at that cream.

�I'm left hopeless.

�Harlot's always got hope
of a coin.

�I have no skill
for servicing drunkards

against tavern walls,
even they agree.

�Trick is to go hard and fast.

Conclude them before they... puke

or you get moved on.

�Give me a room
and some upright culls.

I'll earn you a king's ransom.

�You think a great deal
of yourself.

�You'll think a great deal
of me too.

That I promise.

�Where is she?

Nancy.

�You've got some front
to come here!

�I'm here for Nancy.

She needs tending to.

Not this.

�You must hate me

to do what you did in court.

I don't hate you, Ma.

I pity you.

�Don't you dare pity me!

Do you hear?

You are unable to love,

unable to be a mother.

I am a mother!

�You are a pimp.

That is the exact opposite.

Look at the silks
that you are standing in.

"Gentlemen,"

here is my daughter Lucy,

a weeping virgin.

You have a job parting
her frigid little legs,

"but when you do..."

You shut your filthy mouth!

"Or perhaps my older girl,
Charlotte,"

the beautiful fool.

You'll have no trouble
opening her legs,

"but keeping her mouth shut."

�Your trouble is you've
not known enough hunger,

nor enough of my hand.

Go fetch a rope, Ma.

You've ruined me with kindness.

You are a fool.

You've freed the devil.

Everything we are
we owe to Lydia Quigley.

Six months in jail
would not have avenged that.

�Please don't put yourself
in peril, Charlotte!

I cannot watch Ma
stitch your throat!

Are you not stopping her?

Haven't you heard?

I'm not her mother.

�Put a drop of that gin
in the water

when you wash Nancy's wounds.

�Not one word!

I'm still your mother.

You're a long way
from Cheapside.

�I'm here on the orders
of Justice Hunt.

Me and my men are to see
that this... establishment

does not continue trading
as a bawdy house.

He is stationing us
at your door.

�We've got guests.

This is our brothel's
first girl, Henrietta.

�lt's Harriet. �That's it.

�And here we have
the cook and bottle washer.

�These are my children.

�Who will mind them
while you're creaking beds?

�You will. �I will not!

It's why she's so cheap.

�I don't believe
we've discussed the terms.

�We'll not be discussing them.

You'll get what you're given.

�Emily Lacey,
you're as drunk as a lord.

I know,

but this will still be
a good idea when I'm not.

The culls will love her.

They won't have come across
a stuck�up black before.

�I can see why they might find
refinement a novelty.

See?

�Shall I take Mercy,

let you sleep?

�Decided to change
her name to Kitty.

She's young enough that
she'll not miss the old one.

�I think Kitty
would've liked that.

This is to send to her daughter.

�lt's a fortune here.

Where did you get it?

�Went collecting.

People dug deep.

�lf only every kind deed
rubbed out a cruel one.

So this is how you fare
without Dame Death's coin?

�Mock if you will,

there is honor
in righteous poverty.

�And how does that taste
between two bits of bread?

�Better than a roast pheasant
from the devil's table.

What about a bit of stew
from mine?

�Thank you, but��

�I'm sure it could be
purified through prayer.

�Miss Wells.

�There you go, Mrs. Scanwell.

Let's get you by the fire.

Know this, Mrs. Wells.

I would rather return
to the cold

than have any obstacles placed
between myself and God.

�I assume God

won't mind you having tea.

Tea?

No one looks like they need
tea more than you, Amelia.

�Thank you, Mrs. Wells.

�A toast, to Kitty,

who we'll remember for her life

rather than her death.

She was a friend.

�And a mother.

�I'm afraid I will find it
hard to think of her

without imagining
that ungodly gash.

What amuses you?

What troubles you, child?

�Nancy Birch was flogged today.

You didn't tell me.

You must have heard
she and your mother

once had me sent
to the whipping post.

I've heard so many things
about you,

I could write your life story.

Well, a version of it.

Will you undo my necklace?

Look at them.

Your mother found it easier

to cast me as the villainess

than to accept the truth.

She would've died
a diseased child in the gutter

if I had not taken her in.

These scars have served
as a lifelong reminder

never to hand out
kindness freely.

I want so much to put my faith
in you, Charlotte.

Then do so.

My girl.