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We're not so much
a business as a family here.

Careless hussy.

What are you doing?

It's just a painting!

It's obscene.

Rose, you
are suffocating me!

Silas Reed.

It's a
pleasure to meet you.

I had meant to offer
a tour of my collection.

Will you come,
Monday, five o'clock?

My arty boy.

Since this
one abandoned me.

I'm just in need
of a queen, that's all.

I saw a redhead
today. She was very striking.

Miss Iris is a painter.

I want you
to be my model.

I know what happens
to girls like that.

What if you just
came to visit my studio?

Clarissa will
chaperone. I promise.

Why did
you suggest so soon?

We'll have to move
her before she comes.

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You can
take that one.

I found
something under the bed.

Well, get rid of it.

That's enough.

For what we're
about to receive

may the Lord make
us truly thankful.

Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Rose and I saw the model

for the Crystal Palace,

where the great
exhibition will be.

Hm. Great
expense, more like.

The
worshiping of commodities

will be the downfall of society.

Eat up. Mr Bowler is
coming to see you.

Who?

Mr Albert Bowler.

He's a porter and a churchgoer.

Why is he coming?

To avoid fornication,
let every man have his own wife

and let every woman
have her own husband.

Corinthians.

Urgh!

Oh-oh.

Why me?

It has
to be one of you.

It's just business. I can't
afford to keep both of you.

Eat.

I've quite
lost my appetite.

Thank you.

This area is for
students of the profession.

Excuse me.

Gentlemen!

Today we are trying a
Yankee dodge together,

for making men insensible.

Bring him in.

Chloroform.

A substance that
quiets all suffering.

Relieves all pain.

Quenches all fevers.

I need someone.

You, sir.

Hm.

Time me.

What's your guess?

Oh, no more
than 30 seconds.

So quick, huh? Must
be familiar with my work.

Nine seconds.

Hold it back.

17 seconds.

28 seconds.

Impressive in there.

Gideon Fletcher.

Silas, um,
Reed. Silas Reed.

I haven't seen
you before in lectures.

I've only recently
started attending.

Mm. Well, you've
a strong stomach for a man

who's only just
started his training.

I'm in need of a new
dissection partner.

Huh?

Preferably someone who
isn't going to spoil my shoes.

There are new cadavers
coming in tomorrow night,

so I'll see you there?

Tomorrow I
have an appointment.

After 10 PM?

No, no of course not.

At, uh, five o'clock.

At 10 I-I will, I'll be there.

Good.

Time's up, maestro.

I'm not finished.

Can't
get enough of me.

Hm.

- You're
torturous. - Hm.

Oh.

That happened fast.

It's like a bloody
church in here.

Where'd it all go?

What are
you doing in here?

Oh, I
was just inquiring

if you needed a new lodger.

I thought you said
you were on your way out.

How about you paint me
in my natural habitat for once.

Come here.

Get off the bed.

Get off the bed.
Get off the bed.

Get out.

Wait.

Bluebell, wait!

He can be a
real prick sometimes, hey?

Much appreciated.

Fucking bitch.

Do you know it's torture

to have to look
at you every day?

You should be grateful.

Grateful for
what? Albert Bowler?

Yes.

I don't like him.

It doesn't
matter if you like him.

It does if I'm
gonna have to marry him.

No, it doesn't.

What were you
doing last night?

I've had an offer.

An offer of what?

A new position.

Liar.

As a model.

Iris.

To a proper
artist, Louis Frost.

Hey, you can't.

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

Well, he won't.

Iris. No. Iris, he won't.

A model is no better
than a prostitute.

They'll call you a whore. And
I'll be the whore's sister.

Stop, listen to me.

No, you can't. You
can't Iris. You can't.

You should come with me.

We can find a room together.

I'll work for Louis and
you can sew clothes.

We'll save up and open our
shop like we always dreamed of.

When we were children.

Rose, I can't stay here.

You don't
have to stay here.

Marry Albert Bowler.

No, I can't.

That is the
only real choice here.

The rest is just a fantasy.

I'm sorry, Rose.

No! No!

This is for
your own good.

What have you done?

Help me.

Did you really think
this would make me stay?

Please?

What's this?

I've found
a new position.

How very
enterprising of you both.

Rose will be staying.

Is that so?

Hm.

Thank you, Mrs Salter,

for teaching me so much.

You've been a shining example of
everything I would hate to be.

I'm sorry
about the paintings.

So, please don't leave.
Iris, please don't.

You set
foot outside that door

you're never coming
back. Don't you dare!

Come on in. Come.

Is your sister
here, Mr Frost?

Call me Louis,
for god's sake.

You promised a chaperone.

Uh, Clarissa,

I believe promised.

And I promise you
will leave here

entirely unsacrificed to Venus.

You've come all this way.

Let me give you the
grand tour at least.

You can touch them...

if you like.

Careful.

Is it fragile?

Mm. Just
relatively priceless.

It's beautiful.

Mm.

I thought the same thing
when I first saw it

at the Royal Academy.

Oh, I borrowed it.

I didn't know you could.

Well, I didn't exactly
clarify the finer points

of the loan with them.

So you stole it.

You'd never
steal anything.

How do you know?

What is that?

That's
Guinevere, the iguana.

She likes you.

Is this it?

Yes.

The Imprisonment of
Guigemar's Queen.

Shall I tell you the story?
It's tragic, deeply romantic.

She, the queen, she's held
captive by a jealous husband.

But she falls in love
with a man named Guigemar.

And when they're discovered,
they knot each other's clothing

in such a way that only their
lover knows how to untie.

So that when they meet again,

they know one another
to have stayed true.

How, how did you-?

Oh, we used a
different technique

to what's taught at the academy.

Vivid colours painted on top
of a wet white background.

We aim to bring, uh,
reality to our paintings.

Then why do
you paint knights

and princesses and maids?

If your ambition is reality,

surely you should
paint something real.

There's plenty to
inspire you in London.

No shortage of starving
children or wronged women.

Well, thank
you for your opinion.

Other than that little
critique, your thoughts?

I think I've-I've
never seen anything like it.

What are you doing?

Iris. You are perfect.
You were made for this.

Imagine it. Imagine it.

Your face, your figure there.
It's going to be magnificent.

I haven't-I haven't
agreed to anything yet.

My Queen, I would kill
for-I would die for this.

To do this with you.

- Please, get off
the floor. - Yes.

You need to make good on
your promises, unlike today.

If I'm to leave Mrs Salter's,
you said a shilling an hour.

You can take the first
shilling now, if you like.

And-

And?

You teach me to paint.

Why?

Despite how wonderful
this all looks,

being an artist is,
uh, fucking miserable.

I know.

Paint something
for tomorrow.

Where are you staying tonight?

There's a place for
women on Rathbone Street.

You'll make enough in two
hours to pay for a week's rent.

I can take you there now.

We haven't
struck a deal yet.

I, um, I think we have.

You were watching me.

Observing.
If you're an artist,

you should know
it's a vital skill.

Come on. I'll show you.

We're closing early.

I have an important appointment.

All right.

I'll be fine from here.

Thank you.

All right. Well, I'll,
um, I'll see you soon then.

Some of the women
meet on an evening downstairs.

We've got a lot of
interesting characters here.

Thank you.

It's perfect.

What's your story?

I'll take the room,

but I need to be somewhere
before five o'clock.

Don't let my
chatter hold you up.

I don't think
she's coming, pups.

I'm so glad you came.

This
place-this place is-

This is just the shop.

Well, it's magnificent.

Did you make everything in here?

Can I show you
something special?

Yes.

This is the piece I
mentioned when we first met.

That, that I intend to submit
to the Great Exhibition.

Do you think it's morbid?

I've never seen
anything like it.

It's not many people
would appreciate the craft,

like you.

The paint work on your
dolls, the exactitude of it.

Are we a pair of
unacknowledged artists?

Are we a pair of
unacknowledged artists?

I grew up outside of the city.

I spent a lot of time out
of the house in the woods.

I'd-I'd collect the bones and
skulls of small creatures.

Trifles. Silly things.

But they all meant
something to me.

I-I still find it
difficult to part with them.

Every one.

Are you all right?

This was
my first piece.

I found it with a friend,
uh, long time ago.

I haven't had many people in my
life who tried to understand me.

You're not alone in that.

She had hair
just like yours.

That same colour.

When I first saw you

at the model of
the-the Crystal Palace,

I thought...

She disappeared, my friend,

before I left for London.

Before I escaped.

Silas. I'm so sorry.

You're such
a kind person, Iris.

Sorry I'm late.

What's your excuse?

Lover or liquor?

Who is she?

Her name is Iris.

Whore or heart?

Heart it is.

Shall we?

Right.

Let's take a look
at the stomach.

Here. Stretch it out.

Surely something a little
less primitive could be used

then it could be possible
for the skin to be-

He's dead.

The skin can't be saved.

Preserve the skin.

Why the
hell would you want

to preserve the skin?

You're joking?

I'm gonna keep my eye on you.

No, you're right.
It is a bit crude.

Still, less fun without
a good bit of bloodshed

don't you think?

Hold that.

Uh-huh.

What was I thinking?

Hm.

It's primitive,

limited grasp of anatomy.

Proportion, perspective,
chiaroscuro, composition.

Fine.

But it is honest.

There are worse
critiques. Trust me.

Sit.

We can agree on your
choice of subject at least.

And the first mistake
of the amateur painter,

this shadow here,

they call this your cupid's bow.

What's wrong with it?

Absolutely nothing.

In the painting.

Oh, in the painting.

So many things.

Will you teach me?

We've already started.

You want me
to draw the table?

Well, let's, uh,

let's see what you
can do with this.

What?

Pencil.

You're a terrible thief.

So are you.

Your application
mentioned another piece?

Albie?

For the great exhibition,
it would be an entire window.

How would you like to
be my porter this afternoon?

Come on.

I think both
pieces will do well

in the zoological section.

The best day. The best.

Come on.

Well, we need to
catch a hundred.

No, more.

150 I think. Can
you catch that many?

That many what?

Ah,
butterflies. Come on.

I need to run an errand.

Wait here.

Iris.

If you're looking for
my sister, she's not here.

You were here the other night.

I saw you outside.

You're the artist
she told me about.

W-we are friends.

Leave before I
scream to Miss Salter

that the man who has
made a whore of my sister

is in her shop.

No.

You can tell Iris
that she is dead to me.

She's all yours, Mr Frost.

Mr Silas?

Yeah.

You know that's
not Miss Iris in there.

That's her twin.

Of course I know that.

Take that back to the shop.

Hello.

Primitive is correct.

Exactly.

Well, you
have to admit, Gabriel,

she has a kind of personality.

Well, I've never
seen a dog's self-portrait.

But I imagine that would have
equally distinctive personality.

Silas.

It's not so bad.

It is so bad.

It's honest.
The word is honest.

I'm sorry,
I was diverted.

We're celebrating.

It's tradition at the university
to toast the first corpse

one cuts together
with a new partner.

Rather him than us.

Yeah.

That's the spirit.

I take
no responsibility.

Do you know them?

Here we go,
let's clean that up.

And then I threw
a doll at the wall.

Do you think I'm completely mad?

Why?

To turn your whole
life upside down?

Cut all ties from your family
and run away to a place

like this from two
long miles away?

Try two months on a ship

and then we'll
talk about madness.

I hope you
don't mind me saying,

but you're very beautiful.

Why?

I don't mind this at all.

I'd like to
draw you someday.

You're an artist
then? Not just for dolls.

I'm, I'm learning.

What you must
learn is to say it.

Nothing is true until you
claim it for yourself.

Poor Iris.

This is your
girl you mentioned.

So judgemental.

You spill-

Just a smidge.

I think you're
being very cruel to poor Iris.

No, I think
I'm being incredibly fair.

I wouldn't
stand for it myself.

If I plant the crops, I
don't expect some other chap

to come along and
harvest the goods.

Or should I say sow the seeds.

Oh, a real gentleman.

Are you
actually intending

on giving Iris lessons?

Why
not? She paints.

Are we what
you expected, Iris?

All right, sailor?

We're
surgeons, not sailors.

It's
just an expression.

Surgeons, is it?

I like your waistcoat.

Why don't you come
and take a closer look?

I'm Bluebell.

Okay. Okay.

I think we should toast
to Guigemar's Queen.

Oh.

Just try not to
fuck it up this time.

To Iris Whittle.

Yeah, to Iris.

The nerve.

Right in front of you.

And to just ignore the fact
he's sitting right there.

No, they
ain't ignoring him.

They just don't know
he's here, do they?

Silent, starey Silas.

Well, I think he
should confront the matter.

Hm? What do you say?

Oh,
I'd love to see that.

- Yeah?
- Go on, Silas.

We think you
should confront the matter.

And if you say this
girl is yours first,

then it's a matter of
integrity. Of honour.

Mr Reed!

Easy, tiger.

Evening, Silas.

I want a word
with you, Louis Frost.

Here he comes.

Don't laugh at me.

Don't touch me. I
want a word with you.

Hunt, calm down.

I think it's time Mr Reed
went home, don't you?

You think you
can walk over me, don't you?

I think you're
drunk, cadaver. Fuck off.

I'll not have a brawl
in here tonight! Gentleman!

Don't you
fucking touch them.

A gentleman does not
treat women the way you do.

And how the
hell would you know? Hm?

We've all heard the
whispers about you, Louis Frost.

Whispers?

I'll give you
whispers. You fucking-

Where did
your last model go?

Hm? And the one before that?

Oh, fuck off.

No. Where?

Fuck off.

Wherever
did Sylvia end up?

Your mouth, Silas.

Hunt, it's
fine. Hunt, it's fine.

Answer me now.

Oh, my God, Bluebell,

I am so-you fucking pig.

That's enough!

Get out!

I think you'll
find, madam, this is ac-

I think you'll
find that this is my house

and I decide who's
in and who's out.

That's
what you get for not

taking your punches like a man.

You've got some nerve.

Talking to a
gentleman like that!

Oh, fuck off.

Come on.

Get out.

I didn't do anything.

He started the altercation.

She knows,
lovey. She knows.

You were aiming for
me, weren't you?

No, I
wasn't aiming for-

What do you reckon?

Gonna come up a nice blue?
Grab your paintbrush.

Bluebell,
give him a moment!

Fuck's sake.

Uh, Louis, just have a
drink to settle your nerves

Please.

You all right?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Yeah, I'm fine.
I've had worse.

They're all just pricks.

Fucking pricks, every
last one of them.

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