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Gideon Fletcher.

I'm in need of a new
dissection partner.

- I'll be
there. - Good.

I've had an offer.

I'm going to do it if
he agrees to teach me.

A model is no
better than a prostitute.

You set
foot outside that door,

you're never coming back.

The Imprisonment
of Guigemar's Queen.

I think
both pieces will do well

in the zoological section.

The best day. The best.

We are... friends.

She's all
yours, Mr. Frost.

To Iris Whittle.

Don't laugh at me.

Silent, starey Silas.

Where did
your last model go?

Oh, my God,
Bluebell, I'm so...

Fucking pricks,
every last one of them.

This is
where she was alive.

When you want to
remember her, come here.

Don't bother with that bit of
stone they put her name on.

She'd want us
raging, not mourning.

Here is where
we'll remember her.

Not in a gruesome alleyway at
the hands of some pathetic man.

How dare he steal
a whole life away?

Bluebell.

I'll find the bastard
that did those things to her

if it's the last thing I do.

It won't be.

Good day, Reed.

Good day.

I don't suppose
you have a little dog

that is looking for a new owner.

I'm in need of
something sort of...

I don't.

Oh, might
you be able to rustle

something up within the month?

It's not a small job.

I hope you
haven't been stewing, Reed.

We were all drinking.

Spirits were high.

I only meant to speak
up for Miss Whittle's honour.

I'm sure.

And besides, everything
else that happened

that night puts our little
disagreement into perspective.

Don't you agree?

Surely you heard?

I haven't been
back to the Dolphin since.

But you must have
read about it in the papers.

Bluebell...

she was murdered that
night two weeks ago.

Found by Lamplighters in an
alley off of Charlotte Street.

I didn't know.

Oh. Now you do.

Perhaps you can light a candle

for her next time
you're at church.

Mm. Sure.

I'll have the dog ready for
you by the end of the month.

Thank
you, Reed. Truly.

How many you got?

Two.

How many more to go?

He says he needs 150?

What?

He doesn't know
I can't count past ten.

Oh,
it seems a shame

they've gotta die.

Yeah.

I should head
home. Get back to work.

Alright.

I'm going
to become a lawyer.

This isn't a profession,
this is torture.

This...

it's Guigemar!

He's a man kneeling
at a woman's feet.

- It's just so...
- Derivative?

Air. We
need air. Come on.

It's actually
your fault, you know?

That rubbish you were
sprouting about idealized love.

Well, yes,
because it's insincere.

Insincere? Thank you.

Why don't you
paint something true?

Like what?

You could
paint all of her hope

and her suffering
and her desire.

No, no. It's all
wrong. It's all wrong.

Frame her differently.

You don't need Guigemar.

Well, of course I do.

How else would we know
she's been rescued?

Tell a different story.

And she's been captured
by her jealous husband.

Moments before she breaks free.

Mm?

Have her hand
reaching for the bird,

a door open, reflected
in the mirror.

She hasn't seen
that yet, no doubt.

You're a genius.
You're a genius!

That's a shilling, sir.

Thank you.

It's not quite an
iris, but it'll do.

Miss Iris!

Albie! Hello.

Hello. Hi.

You have to meet Mr. Frost.

What a smile.

I'm saving for a
set of sea cow ivories.

Why would you bother?

And who's this?

Just started
following me around.

He'll scarper when he
finds someone with food.

Won't you? Good boy. Good boy.

So how's Rose?

Always saying I smell.

Next time
you're in the shop

will you tell her
that I miss her?

I don't
think she'd hear it.

Don't you think he would
make the perfect shepherd boy?

Yes.

How much you paying?

I love London
this time of year.

It's very beautiful.

I've been studying
it from my window.

It's a real
sense of possibility.

There was a man.

Where?

It could be a mad man with
a knife come to accost us.

Don't.
Oh, Iris, I was joking.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to scare you.

I'm not one of those damsels
in distress you like to paint.

Iris, where
are you going?

I'm going to explore.

It's getting dark.

What about all the mad men?

I can only see one.

Would you paint this?

First one
to the heart wins!

Iris?

Louis? Louis?

Louis?

Ah, stop. No, Louis. No.

Iris.

Please stop following me.

You're
ridiculous. I'll walk you home.

- I'd rather you didn't.
- You'd rather I didn't?

Well, do you honestly think
I'm gonna force my way

into your lodgings because
of one silly nighttime romp?

I heard the music.

Um, I'm not usually
a devote man.

Thank heavens.

You could have
told me about him.

I-I met your sister.

You went
to the doll shop?

I was looking for you.

What did she say?

It's alright.

I know what she would've said.

Don't need to
feel ashamed, Iris.

Not in front of me.

No matter what
choices you've made,

I-I know you've
got a good heart.

Louis Frost, I know
he's colourful.

They all are, those men.

But you should know there
have been so many girls.

I don't mean to
offend you, but...

you are one in a very long line.

I tried to warn you.

I know.

Is it because
he's a gentleman?

Money?

Of course not.

No, I... of
course I shouldn't.

I needed...
I needed an escape.

I'm sure you can
understand that.

Like I did.

Exactly.
And like your friend.

Flick, her
name was Flick.

Did you ever find
out what happened to her?

I like to imagine that
she escaped somewhere too.

I-I picture her happy.

Stuffing herself
with blackberries,

like the ones we used to
forage together in the woods.

But then I think of
how her father was

prone to outbursts
and extreme cruelty.

And I fear that her father
went too far one day.

I'm so sorry.

It's good
to remember people.

It's good to remember her.

I doubt many do.

I went to the doll
shop looking for you

because I wanted to tell
you that I've been accepted

into the Great Exhibition.

Oh, my goodness.

I-I knew
you of all people

would appreciate the
acknowledgement of my work.

I am so happy for you.

You truly deserve it.

I'm afraid
I-I need to close up.

The doors will open at sunrise
for private contemplation.

It will be you next.

Your opus, your
moment of recognition.

But you, and
the Great Exhibition.

I'll send you a ticket.

I would like
that very much.

I know it's not good,
but I can't do anything.

Well, do
you expect me to?

What's that?
It's a new sketch. No good.

Sorry. Am I intruding?

Uh, not at all.

Just a spontaneous visit.

Louis was just
saying your painting

is coming along quite nicely.

Show me?

Course.

Hm.

Well, at this rate you'll
need your own studio.

She's outpainting you, brother.

Mm. In quantity.

- Hm. I love your
colours. - The colours.

Oh, what insight.
Such critique.

Thank you.

Which isn't to say that
I think Iris is untalented.

Quite the opposite.

I'd hate for her to think
that I have anything

but the utmost respect
for her and her work.

I should be leaving.

Enjoy the party.

You're not
coming? - Louis,

at her last birthday, I was retching
over the sink for three days.

I could barely keep
down a glass of water.

Have fun.

♪ For she's
a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For she's a jolly good fellow,
for she's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

♪ For she's a jolly good fellow,
for she's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For she's a
jolly good fellow ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

Well, I, for one,
will not be buying a ticket.

That they dare to even
mention the word "art"

in the context of
their tacky display.

And the whole
thing is pure commerce.

And commerce
has no place in art.

What are
you talking about?

Uh, the
Great Exhibition.

Yeah. And
do you know that they...

they will allow
anyone to exhibit?

I mean anyone.

My tailor could do it
or Rossetti's mother.

But don't they have to
be approved by a committee?

Oh, by committee?

No better than the
apes who run the Academy.

- Bastards.
- Hm.

Well, it's
fine for all of you.

Your work is exhibited even when
you do disdain the institution.

Are you
accusing us of privilege?

Never,
us, privileged?

Me? I'm
suggesting that perhaps

it's... it's not quite
the same for everybody.

Well,
you know that, uh,

two of the Academy's
founders were women.

And yet where
were the female fellows

when we were students?

Yes, I'm sure you missed
them, Louis, but the point is,

- they will let anyone
in. - Technically.

Well, the
proof sits right here.

- Oh, here.
- What?

Admitted at the frankly
offensive age of ten years old.

Well, eleven.

There was clearly
a clerical error.

- It was a novelty case.
- Blatant

publicity stunt. How dare you?

No, it wasn't.
No, don't upset Millais.

I desperately want
to be your Ophelia.

I mean it.

You wouldn't
rather be my Beatrice?

God, no.

Oh, what, Frost?

Do you object to
Shakespeare now?

No, no, it's just this,
ah, this courtly love dogshit.

It's getting boring.

The love that we've
been painting,

it's not actually
anything like real love.

It was Iris who
enlightened me to that.

Explain.

Love, it's... it's not
how it is in your paintings.

Oh.

How is
it in my paintings?

It's beautiful.

And how
is it in reality?

Messy.

Mm.

Mm.

Well, if Guigemar's
Rescue is not courtly love,

I don't know what is.

I'm not
painting her rescue.

What are you talking
about? We saw it just today.

I'm painting her escape.

Ugh. HUNT
Oh, wow.

Here we fucking go.

I think the
birthday girl's tired.

You'd make
an excellent mother.

A mother to
iguanas perhaps.

Mm.

I think we've
swapped sides.

Iris.

I think the composition
isn't quite right.

Stay still.

I'm sorry.

You have
this... a line here.

If I'm going to
paint the human form,

I need to study it.

Will you teach me?

What are these
scars? Where are they from?

A pox.

They're not pox scars.

Mm.

From scratching.

Well, you
got off lightly.

It was, um, chicken pox.

I didn't know
it was like this.

And how is it?

Does it hurt?

Yes and no.

Have you ever tried
to paint this?

I think they have
another word for that.

Can I help?

What the
hell is all this?

I'm told that this is your shop.

Is that a fucking heart?

From a...

from a pig.

You're not a surgeon.

I just...

need the money for my training.

I'm... I'm training to
be a surgeon like you.

It's not usual, I know.

So I don't exactly advertise it.

- It's embarrassing to have to
penny... - You're embarrassed?

How do you think I look,
hanging around with some...

I didn't deceive anyone.

People
don't want a surgeon

who used to pickle
organs for a penny.

This is perverse.

Well, father didn't
pay for my education.

I appreciate our friendship.

I hope we can remain friends.

Alright.

Alright.

Do you do the voices as well?

Fuck you.
You know I'm right.

Did you honestly think I wouldn't
notice that Guigemar's Rescue

is almost an exact imitation

of my Valentine Rescuing
Sylvia from Proteus?

- She's not being
rescued. - Oh, bullshit.

Oh, Hunt, be sensible.

You might as well be
accusing me at this rate.

Yeah, well, he'd never
accuse you, would he, Wonder Boy?

Look, Louis,
you are the only one

who suffers from a despicable
and chronic lack of originality.

Right, well,
my Mariana's the same.

She... she's wistfully
awaiting her love in a chamber.

I don't look
wistful, do I?

I was trying for a sort
of depressed defiance.

I've never
seen a look like it.

Mr. Frost,
some letters for you.

Ah, thank you very much.

Your work, it has
a, uh, dignified simplicity.

And I say "simplicity"
in the best possible way.

How long have you been working
with Louis for now, a month?

- Five weeks.
- Five weeks.

Your progress, it's astonishing.

Iris, this
one's for you.

Colville Place. 1:00.

Mr. Silas. Mr. Silas.

Mr. Millais has
commissioned a Spaniel.

Do you want me
to find the dog for you?

I have the dog.

Want me to
call him out for you?

No need.

When do I get paid?

You'll pay now, lovey,

'cause I'm not having you
leg it when it's all over.

I'm no fool, sir.

If you don't hand me my money,
I'm not handing you my cunny.

Well.

Are you... here.

Mr. Frost, sir.

There's a man
outside your house.

Do the
buttons up yourself.

I think he's
been watching Miss Iris.

Well, there's...
there's no one outside.

Why do you think that?

I was there when they met
and he was asking me about her.

Asking what?

Just all
sorts of questions.

How do you
know this man?

Do work for him,
but he's sort of scary.

You're scared of him?

I'm not
scared of anyone.

No.

He's got a shop.

I find dead things for him
to stuff and sell in it.

Yes, we know Silas, Albie.

I bet his
business took a turn

since our altercation
at the Dolphin.

He said he was
making a dog for you.

For him.

Did he now?

After what he said to me?

Louis,
it... it's my work.

I don't think
it's true, though.

Traitor.
It is true, Albie.

I mean about that
being why he was outside.

He was probably just
too embarrassed to come in.

As he should be.

I think he
likes her, Miss Iris.

Oh, Louis,
don't be angry at me.

It better be
a bloody lovely dog.

That's all I have to say.

You'll never finish
if you keep staring at me.

You're my model.

It's my job to stare at you.

Your job to be stared at.

Well, I'll be
finished first at this rate.

Maybe I should submit instead.

Come on, Alb.

It's time to go.

Albie. Albie.

I wish I
could keep you safe.

You do.

You do.

Come on, Alb.

Megalosaurus.

Megalosaurus.

Who is in these sketches?

I know
what you've done.

What are
you talking about?

I'll see you hanged
for what you did to her.

I don't know
what you're talk...

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Madame, you're upset.

You need water and
you need your bed.

What I need
is to feel your flesh

split under my own knife.

You don't deserve to have
her last moments to yourself.

Madame, I'm
sorry you're in pain.

You need to leave.
You're drunk.

I see you, little man.

Silent, starey Silas.

And I'm gonna make sure that
everyone else can see you too.

I'm sorry about
your friend Bluebell.

I think Mr. Silas has been
watching my friend too.

Watching?

People don't notice me

'cause they don't
think I'm important.

But I see all sorts of stuff.

Maybe we can help each other.

May I move now?

It's not perfect.

I don't think I got
your eyes right.

The shape is fine,
but the size...

I don't know.

I'd like to try
again in... in oils.

Do you hate it?

I don't think anyone has
ever looked at me so closely.

Can I keep it?

Have you decided
if you'll submit,

I mean, to the Royal Academy?

Louis doesn't
think I'm ready.

Does it matter
if he thinks that?

It does if
I don't succeed.

You can't
try again next year?

Iris, surely one of the
benefits of being a woman

is that we don't have to suffer
from this awful pride of theirs.

You try, maybe you
fail, maybe you succeed.

What is there to lose?

But I don't
think you'll fail.